"It's the Dragon Roar Slash that only masters in Tongji Realm can practice!"

"Is it necessary to use such a trick from the beginning? Is it necessary to fight quickly?"

"It seems that Zhu Yushou is a little worried when he uses the Wave Sword Technique to attack Long Yin Slash."

"What a pity, it's really not easy to practice Botao Sword Technique to such a level!"

"No matter how skillful and sophisticated you practice, Botao Sword Technique is just an introductory martial arts after all."

...

There was endless discussion, and almost no one was optimistic about Zhu Yushou.

"Be careful."

Cheng Yuanzhi smiled slightly, stepped on the ring lightly, and his figure flashed towards the lightning like a green shadow. He raised the steel knife in his hand high and slashed down at Zhu Yushou in anger.

As the blade passed, the howling sound of the whistling sound of the air suddenly turned into a clear and exciting dragon roar, which was breathtaking and touching.

In a trance, Cheng Yuanzhi's figure seemed to be coiled in a dragon's shadow, and the refined steel knife in his hand was like the teeth of an angry dragon, swallowing Zhu Yushou.

"Even if it is a dragon, in front of my wave sword technique, you will surely let the dragon swim in shallow water and fall into the sand."

Zhu Yushou chuckled, waved the broken sword in his hand gently, and the sword force spread like water waves.

The endless stream of water was like thousands of silk threads, wrapping Cheng Yuanzhi's body, and Zhu Yushou's attack was not sharp at all, and he was even a little weak.

The sword move has a hint of tenderness, like a lover's hand, gently brushing by, tenderness is like water, but it is hard to resist.

Cheng Yuan's sword force, with a sharp aura as fierce as a dragon, struggled to advance in the water waves, but it was like drawing a knife to cut off the water, making it difficult to achieve the effect.

"Don't stop me from trying to stop me, break it!"

Cheng Yuanzhi's face turned pale and shouted angrily. His true energy burst out, and his cultivation level of the Tongji Realm reached its limit.

A stream of sword energy, like a training, bloomed from the blade body of the hundred-sfined steel.

After all, Cheng Yuanzhi opened up thirty-six acupoints, and his cultivation was much deeper than Zhu Yushou.

The sharp edge forced the sword curtain like flowing water and slashed across Zhu Yushou's chest with its sharp edge.

"The cultivation level is still a bit insufficient!"

He sighed slightly, Zhu Yushou's feet were a little lowered, and his figure was like a swimming fish in the water, sliding three feet apart flexibly, avoiding Cheng Yuanzhi's blade.

Then he turned around quickly and improperly, bullied Cheng Yuanzhi's arms, and his broken sword in his hand raised it upwards, slashing straight towards his opponent's waist and abdomen.

"snort."

Cheng Yuanzhi snorted coldly, his body turned into a green shadow, and he flew back with lightning, and in an instant he had already distanced himself from Zhu Yushou.

He reacted very quickly and his body skills were even more clever, but Zhu Yushou's sword was really weird and dangerous.

With the reach of the sword energy, it still cut through his clothes between his waist and ribs. Judging from the scene, Zhu Yushou actually had the upper hand.

Cheng Yuanzhi's face turned pale, and the last trace of contempt in his heart was completely gone.

The true energy in the body was injected into the Bailiang Sharpening Sharp Sword, and a little cold light flowed from the blade to the tip of the knife.

The blade shook slightly, and the Baijing Steel Knife made a clear and exciting dragon roar.

Hold the hilt of the knife with both hands, and the blade stands up beside you.

Cheng Yuanzhi's sharp eyes were like lightning flashing across the sky. He shot out from his eyes and stared at Zhu Yushou several feet away.

He said coldly: "Your strength is indeed beyond my expectations, but from now on, you will never have a chance."

After saying that, the narrow and sharp blade turned into three rapid lightnings, instantly crossing the space between the two sides, slashing towards Zhu Yushou with unparalleled speed and force.

These three sword lights contain all the key points of fast, accurate and ruthless sword skills, and truly exert the highest peak strength that Cheng Yuan could achieve.

The place where the knife light passes, it seems that even the space is about to be cut open, and a rapid and sharp cutting sound sound is heard. As the knife light passes, an illusory dragon shadow can be seen faintly.

This move is the strongest attack of Dragon Roar Slash - the Three Changes of Dragons.

None of these three swords was a false move, but the first two swords slashed out two sharp sword auras, while the third sword was a rapid air-breaking attack on the blade.

Looking at Cheng Yuanzhi's fierce attack, Zhu Yushou smiled coldly.

"Thousands of miles of waves!"

The broken sword in his hand shook, and the sword energy was thriving. It turned into a rushing river in the air, and layers of waves surged out, as if it was like a storm of waves striking the shore, layers of layers were endless.

In the Yangtze River, amid the roar of floods, welcoming the three blades that were coming.

"Bang bang bang!" The continuous sound of qi power intersecting almost formed into one piece, and the strong qi power burst into countless sharp shadowless qi arrows in the violent collision.

"Shitshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshes..." He shot out in all directions, rushed dozens of meters away before disappearing.

The air arrows shot to the ground "crackling" and bombarded countless potholes the size of washbasin on the hard bluestone floor, splashing countless gravel with powerful strength, splashing everywhere.

When it shot on the fence made of fine iron around it, it could even strike out tiny dents, which showed the terrifying force.

The sword light and sword energy were entangled and fought wildly, and the symphony of the dragon roar and the raging waves echoed endlessly.

Most of the audiences under the ring were touched by the fighting spirit of the two, and were fascinated by the dazzling and changing aura in front of them.

I just feel dizzy and confused, and it is difficult to control myself. I can only shout and shout to vent my passionate blood that is about to emerge from my chest.

Only a few people with profound cultivation realized that the battle between the two had reached a white-hot stage, and the next was the critical moment of deciding the outcome.

Therefore, one by one, one holds breath and calms down, and waits for the two of them to win the decisive move.

"ah!"

Amid the fierce exchanges, a fierce shout suddenly came.

The sharp sword energy surged again, like a dragon traveling upstream, forcibly tearing the endless sword energy like the Yangtze River.

Zhu Yushou seemed to have reached his limit, and he could no longer hold on to the weapon. He broke his sword and broke out and rose into the sky.

The sound of the dragon roar resounded throughout the arena, and the sword light was as bright as snow, and it took its opponent directly.

Under the cover of the knife light, Zhu Yushou's face was calm, and his hands slowly poked out, embracing them into a ring, like a round ball.

The true qi of the yin and yang changes formed an invisible Tai Chi Qi ring in the palms, facing the coming sword light.

"How is that possible?"

In everyone's incredible expression, Zhu Yushou's seemingly gentle and slow hands cleverly grasped the blade of the Bailian Steel Knife.

The infinite power contained on the blade was almost completely eliminated by the soft power of Tai Chi in an instant.

The natural look seemed as if the two had already made an appointment, and Cheng Yuanzhi took the initiative to deliver the blade to Zhu Yushou.

Cheng Yuanzhi wanted to draw the sword and attack again, but he felt that the blade was cast to death on Zhu Yushou's palm. No matter how he could use his strength, it was like a dragonfly shaking a tree and not moving at all.

"Look at that broken sword!"

A sudden scream sounded under the ring. Cheng Yuanzhi looked up and saw that the broken sword that had just flew out of Zhu Yushou's hand fell down again, and it was all coincidentally pointing straight at his head.

The broken sword weighs only four or five kilograms, falling from a place several feet high. The power of the Tao can be said to be insignificant for the Tongji Realm warriors.

Cheng Yuanzhi could easily knock it away with a palm force on the air.

However, at this moment, his hands were absorbed by a strange force on the hilt of the knife, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not let go.

The familiar hundred-refined steel knife was as if it had been used as a magic trick at this moment. No matter how strong your strength was transmitted into the blade, it would be like a mud cow entering the sea, dissipating instantly without any effect.

The sword fell on his head, but he couldn't move. Cheng Yuanzhi's heart was filled with despair, and he closed his eyes helplessly waiting for death.

"Brother Cheng, be careful!"

With a concerned scream, Zhu Yushou seemed to notice the falling broken sword, and his hands suddenly released the Bailian Steel Sword.

Then he suddenly slapped Cheng Yuanzhi in the chest, knocking him out of the way, saving him from the murder.

What's more, when the broken sword fell, it scratched Zhu Yushou's right arm, and a wound about three inches long was cut on his forearm.

"Brother Cheng, are you okay?"

Zhu Yushou covered his right arm with a worried look on his face, but he was sneered in his heart.

As early as when he decided to use Tai Chi, Zhu Yushou had already been determined to kill and silence him.

The palm he just now used both the strength of hardness and softness.

The strength of Guibo Qigong only pushed Cheng Yuanzhi away about a foot, causing his internal organs to be slightly shocked, and there would be no serious consequences.

But the softness of Tai Chi was extremely powerful. It went up along his chest and spine, reaching the cranial cavity, and had already broken most of the meridians in the back of his brain.

Even if Cheng Yuanzhi was able to save his life by chance, he would inevitably suffer from his mental damage and become a fool.

Sure enough, after Cheng Yuanzhi fell to the ground, he felt like he had a stroke, his whole body twitched, and his mouth was spitting like a crab.

"Brother Cheng, don't scare me!"
Chapter completed!