Duke Lu’s Mansion, martial arts performance venue.

Cheng Yaojin took a horse spear from the weapon rack next to him and said to Li Zexuan:

"The two axes before were too heavy. I was afraid of hurting you, so I, Old Cheng, used this ax to show you. Boy, what weapon do you use? Go and pick one."

Li Zexuan didn't bring his sword when he went out, but even if he brought his sword, he would be embarrassed to use it at this time because it was too sharp. Since he couldn't refuse this competition, Li Zexuan had no choice but to step forward and pick a long sword.

Isn't there a saying that says, life is like that, since you can't refuse, then enjoy it. It just so happens that Li Zexuan also needs some practical experience to improve his martial arts.

This sword was slightly light in hand, not as heavy as his own Wind Chaser Sword, and not as sharp as the Wind Chaser Sword, but it was still a good sword. Li Zexuan danced two sword flowers at will to get used to the weight of the sword.

Cheng Yaojin's eyes lit up when he saw Li Zexuan's standard movements, and he praised: "Hey, boy, you are also a master of swordsmanship."

Li Zexuan's forehead was covered with black lines, and he almost cursed out loud, cursing in his heart: You are the master of making trouble.

Li Zexuan had seen Cheng Yaojin practicing martial arts in the martial arts field before, and he knew that his skills were at least not inferior to his own. He did not waste any time at the moment. He poured his inner strength into the long sword and took the lead in attacking. The first form of the Taixuan Nine Swords was to ride on the wind and ride on the sword.

The wind blew for nine days, and Li Zexuan rode the wind with his sword, stabbing Cheng Yaojin straight at him.

Cheng Yaojin's pupils shrank, and he secretly thought that it was a very fast sword strike. Sure enough, a famous master turned out to be a great disciple. He put away his contempt, held a horse spear, and flew to fight. No matter how fast the sword strike was, Cheng Yaojin would not retreat.

The swords collided in the air, making a loud metallic sound, and then both of them were knocked back. Cheng Yaojin was knocked back two or three steps, but Li Zexuan was knocked back about ten steps. Obviously, the first round of the confrontation

, Li Zexuan was completely defeated in terms of strength.

Li Zexuan was not discouraged. As soon as he landed and stabilized his body, the second sword of Taixuan Nine Swords came one after another. He was as graceful as a dragon flying, carrying the first sword to ride on the remaining power of the wind. The long sword in Li Zexuan's hand was even faster.

, the trajectory is like a flying dragon soaring in the sky, erratic.

Cheng Yaojin couldn't predict the trajectory of this sword. He could only dance with the horse in his hand like a tiger and a tiger, and there was no leakage.

At this moment, Cheng Yaojin suddenly felt a chill behind him and felt bad. It was too late to turn around. He could only rely on his years of life and death fighting experience to stab the horse behind him from the waist with all his strength. He heard the sound coming from behind him.

There was a loud sword cry, but Li Zexuan's sword from behind was still blocked.

Li Zexuan also knew that these alone would not be able to stop Cheng Yaojin, so he immediately changed his moves. Ta Xue used the third sword of Tai Xuan Nine Swords next. Ta Xue had no trace and his body was like a swallow. Li Zexuan kept changing his steps and swung his sword to attack everywhere.

Only the sound of swords clashing could be heard in the field.

After attacking each other for more than ten times, Li Zexuan changed his moves again and used the fourth sword of Taixuan Nine Swords, Breaking the Waves.

When the thunder broke through the waves and dominated the sea, Li Zexuan's momentum changed. He touched the ground with one foot, rose into the air, picked up the long sword, bent his waist, and bent his whole body into a circle. Then he and the sword were like a

The large roulette wheel with a sharp blade was spinning rapidly, as if riding the wind and breaking waves, flying towards Cheng Yaojin.

Faced with this ferocious and strange sword, Cheng Yaojin was also frightened. He did not dare to hold back any more. He stamped his feet fiercely, and the martial arts stage suddenly roared. Cheng Yaojin also rose into the sky and swept his horse.

He used it as a battle ax and used the spinning ax to hit Li Zexuan.

The two people suddenly collided violently in the air, like a comet hitting the earth, and a loud roar spread throughout Cheng Mansion.

The swords were separated at the first touch, and the two flew away again. The difference was that this time, Cheng Yaojin took five steps back to stabilize his body, while Li Zexuan only took eight steps back to stabilize his body.

Li Zexuan fired four swords in a row, with the power stacked up layer by layer. The gap in strength between Li Zexuan and Cheng Yaojin became smaller and smaller.

After Li Zexuan stabilized his body, he did not stop. With the power of the first four swords, he continued to use the fifth sword of Taixuan Nine Swords, Juechen. After fighting for so long, he could see that Cheng Yaojin was a master, even if he was not

Even though he was still in his prime, he could still block his sword, so he used his fifth sword with all his strength.

Yi Jian Jue Chen was desolate and cold, and only a bit of cold light on the tip of the sword emitted thousands of rays of light. This sword, Yi Jian Jue Chen, was coming in an instant.

Cheng Yaojin has been fighting for many years, but he has never seen such a fast sword. He roared, relied on his years of fighting experience, predicted the position, and used all his strength to slam the sword in his hand against the tip of the sword.

Suddenly there was a huge cloud of smoke and dust in the field.

After a while, the smoke and dust dissipated, and they saw two people standing looking at each other. However, the horse shaft was broken and the sword tip was damaged. Both sides were injured!

Cheng Chu was silent in the audience, and his mouth had not closed since Li Zexuan used the first sword. He had also judged that Li Zexuan's martial arts was superior to his, but he never thought that his martial arts would be so powerful that he could compete with his old man.

Dad's battle ended in a draw.

My father is a veteran on the battlefield who has experienced hundreds of battles!! He is known as the Demon King! What kind of monster is this brother he has befriended? He is two years younger than me, but his martial arts skills are as good as his father's.

Seeing Li Zexuan's dazzling swordsmanship pouring down like a violent storm on the field, and his father barely resisting with his own strength advantage and years of battle experience, no matter how stupid Cheng Chumo was, he knew that Li Zexuan's martial arts skills were perfect.

Instead of being on the same level as himself, he has begun to move closer to the masters of the older generation.

Comparing people to each other is really infuriating. Cheng Chumo's little heart was hit by tens of thousands of critical points at this moment.

"Haha, yes, yes, Xiaoxuan, you have reached the peak of Qi transformation at such a young age, you are really awesome! I haven't beaten you so happily, Old Cheng, for a long time, hahaha!"

Cheng Yaojin threw away the broken horsetail in his hand, laughed loudly, his laughter soared into the sky, stepped forward, squeezed Li Zexuan's shoulders, and said with emotion.

In this battle, Li Zexuan fought with all his strength for the first time, and the battle was very enjoyable. He threw the long sword in his hand into the weapon rack, wiped the sweat from his face, and said humbly to Cheng Yaojin:

"Uncle Cheng is so complimentary. I just wanted to thank Uncle Cheng for keeping his hand, otherwise my nephew would not have been able to hold on until the end."

What he said was indeed correct. If Cheng Yaojin had attacked with all his strength as soon as he came up, he would not have had the chance to use these five swords. After all, there was an absolute gap in strength.

In the end, he was able to fight to a tie with Cheng Yaojin. On the one hand, it was because Cheng Yaojin was older and definitely not as good as when he was in his prime. On the other hand, it was entirely due to the mysterious swordsmanship of the Taixuan Nine Swords. The chain of moves and the continuous superposition of power.

It was only by chance that the battle ended in a draw.

Cheng Yaojin laughed loudly, waved his hand and said: "Old Cheng, if you say you are good, then you are good. It's so hypocritical to be modest. Young people must be arrogant and don't imitate those sour old Confucians."

What else could Li Zexuan say? Cheng Yaojin could say these words, but he couldn't say that. He was helpless, so he had to learn the lesson: "Uncle Cheng taught me this."

Cheng Yaojin praised: "Your swordsmanship is really exquisite. My old Cheng always likes to defeat the opponent ten times with one force on the battlefield. No matter who the opponent is, he will kill him with one ax when he comes up. I didn't expect that your swordsmanship can be fully utilized."

Finally, the power of the explosion was not inferior to mine at all.

It is not easy for you to cultivate the Qi Transformation Realm at such a young age. I never expected that you could actually fight against the Grand Master with the Qi Transformation Realm. You are truly worthy of being a disciple of the gods. I, Old Cheng, am completely convinced by Taoist Master Lingxu."

Li Zexuan bowed and clasped his fists: "Uncle Cheng is serious. How can my meager martial arts skills be compared to Uncle Cheng? My master also praised Uncle Cheng for his bravery and loyalty, and often mentioned you in front of my nephew."

Cheng Yaojin's face was shocked, and he asked urgently: "What? Are you saying that Taoist Master Lingxu has passed away?"

He only heard from Cheng Chumo that Li Zexuan had worshiped Master Lingxu as his teacher when he was a child, but he really didn't know that he had passed away. When he heard this, he was extremely shocked.

Li Zexuan also had a dark look on his face and replied: "My master drove the crane west from Longhu Mountain three months ago."

Hearing this, Cheng Yaojin had a complicated expression on his face, pinched his beard, and sighed heavily: "I didn't expect that an immortal figure like Taoist Master Lingxu would not be able to escape birth, old age, illness, and death in the end. Alas..."
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