As the two people finished speaking, the temperature in the dragon's belly space dropped sharply.
Until this moment, Yang Yiyi saw a hint of tension in Bai Mo and Wu Yu, as if they could be ignited at any time.
"Swordsmanship..."
She couldn't help but feel worried.
She had personally witnessed Wuyu's experience when he was young in Wuyu's memory. At that time, he still looked like a normal human being, which was very different from what he looks like today, but he was also terrifyingly strong, with swordsmanship at a young age.
He has become so good that he can hardly find an opponent.
If nothing else, he definitely lives up to his reputation as a swordsman.
Qinglian Sword Immortal - this is not a self-proclaimed title given by Wu Lu, but a title given to him by the world. After all challengers were defeated, no one raised any objections to it.
He is a well-deserved master of swordsmanship.
On the other hand, Bai Mo, although this guy has a mysterious origin, is powerful, and knows a lot, he may not be proficient in swordsmanship.
After all, cold weapons are almost eliminated now, at least not many modern people use them. Even after the arrival of the restricted area, most people understand the importance of force, and most of them only rely on hot weapons and abilities to arm themselves.
yourself instead of practicing cold weapons.
In today's era, extraordinary power is king.
Although the guy Bai Mo looked less and less like a modern person, if he really reached the level of swordsmanship like Wuyu, Yang Yiyi actually didn't believe it in his heart.
——She is more inclined to think that this is Bai Mo's guy's delaying strategy.
At this moment, the man in red not far ahead spoke lightly, interrupting Yang Yiyi's thoughts.
Wuyu had tied up his hair at this moment, and his makeup looked a bit like the Ji Bai he saw in his memory, but his eyes had changed, and the white clothes were now red clothes, as if to explain that.
The rest of his life was stained red with blood.
The clear young man who once was has long gone, and now only Wuyu, who has closed his desires, is left.
"I don't have a sword," he said.
This is just a clone of Wuyu, so naturally there can be no sword on him.
"It doesn't have to be a sword, it can be replaced by something else." Bai Mo said calmly.
"Yeah?"
A look of regret appeared on Wuyu's face and he said, "That's such a pity. If I had used a real sword, I could have killed you faster... Could it be that you were afraid and refused to use a real sword, right?"
"You can go find a real sword and come over." Bai Mo said expressionlessly.
Wuyu didn't say anything, but he took out a green branch from somewhere, about half the thickness of an arm, and the length looked just right. It seemed that he planned to use this thing to replace the sword.
"Then I'll make do with this."
Bai Mo was about to speak when he heard Yang Yiyi's hesitant voice behind him.
"Um...I have a peach wood sword here."
Her real figure is actually relatively petite, but she seems to have been disguised in some way, so she looks extra tall under the black robe - this is to allow her to better disguise herself as a man.
Under her black robe, there was actually a backpack hidden behind her back, which contained two mahogany swords.
Not only the mahogany sword, but also some miscellaneous things, such as daggers, charms, and some pills with unknown uses.
Yang Yiyi took out the Taomu Sword from behind and threw it out with force, intending to throw the sword to Bai Mo. However, the Taomu Sword was blocked by the barrier and fell directly to the ground.
Bai Mo walked over leisurely, picked up the two peach wood swords, glanced at her and said, "I took out the peach wood swords. It turns out you are a Taoist priest."
"I'm not a Taoist priest."
Yang Yiyi subconsciously wanted to refute, but she swallowed the words again.
Although Bai Mo has not changed in any way from before, for some reason, she always feels that the guy in front of her looks a little strange——
Why?
Is it because of that weird shadow on the ground?
Yang Yiyi had no way of knowing the real reason, but she felt vague fear from Bai Mo.
Bai Mo looked at the peach wood sword in his hand. The material was very ordinary. He kept one for himself and threw the other to Wuyu.
The latter caught it, weighed it slightly, and without much hesitation, immediately abandoned the branch and kept the peach wood sword in his hand.
The two stopped talking and looked at each other calmly. No one took the lead and seemed to be looking for an opportunity to take action.
Yang Yiyi did not dare to speak out for fear of disturbing the duel between the two.
I don’t know how long it took, but the battle began with a soft sound——
No one knew what the sound was. Yang Yiyi only felt a red shadow flash in her sight. It turned out that Wuyu was the first to take action.
Wuyu's figure disappeared from where he was, and when he reappeared, he had already appeared on the left side of Bai Mo. He wielded the peach wood sword and swung it casually, slashing towards the opponent's abdomen.
He clearly didn't seem to be using much strength, but the power of this sword made people break out in cold sweat. Even looking at it from a distance, one could feel the terrifying power contained in it.
The small mahogany sword seemed to become the most deadly weapon in his hand, and the sword energy cut everything around it.
Even though Yang Yiyi didn't know much about swords, she could still feel Wuyu's calmness when wielding the sword. The sword seemed to be a derivative of his limbs, and he could command it to do anything without using too many skills.
Naturally--
Such a word suddenly popped into Yang Yiyi's mind.
She didn't feel strange about this, but took it for granted. She had seen Wuyu's swordsmanship in her memory, and it was simply terrifying to the extreme. It was not surprising that he could achieve this level.
On the other hand, Bai Mo, as if he hadn't reacted yet, was still standing there, about to be hit by this sword.
Yang Yiyi's heart skipped a beat, but before she had time to worry about Bai Mo, there was a crisp sound in her ears——
It's the sound of metal colliding.
But he saw that it was Bai Mo who raised his hand slightly, blocking Wuyu's sword. The invisible sword energy seemed to surround the two people.
The range of his movements was quite small, so Yang Yiyi had the illusion that he was not moving.
"I didn't expect you to be really good at swordsmanship."
Yang Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief and was about to scold Bai Mo for being too big when she saw Wu Yu narrowing his eyes.
As an expert, he could certainly tell that Bai Mo's swordsmanship was extraordinary.
The defense just now is a kind of meticulous control ability, which requires sufficient courage and grasp of timing at the same time, otherwise it will be difficult to complete the sword just now.
Of course, this ability can be reflected in many places, and it may not really represent the level of swordsmanship. Most masters can do it, but Wuyu still saw some clues from the sword just now - Bai Mozhen
Understand swords.
"Do you think I will give you a chance to win for nothing?"
Bai Mo's tone was indifferent.
The peach wood swords of the two were divided at the first touch, and the second round of confrontation soon took place.
Jian Wugui turned his wrist, and the sword suddenly trembled, bursting out with a powerful force that shook Bai Mo's sword away, and then stabbed the opponent's unprepared waist.
This move was very unexpected. He actually attacked the weapon first and then hurt the person. Many people were caught off guard and probably fell into his trap.
However, Bai Mo did not panic.
Thanks to those eyes, he saw the process of perfecting Wuyu's swordsmanship in his memory, so he had long understood the opponent's habitual attack method.
Under Wuyu's full force collision, Bai Mo only felt that the peach wood sword in his hand was shaking crazily as if it was not obeying his orders. However, he simply did not control the sword. Instead, he used this force to throw the sword as a dart, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at nothing.
Desire throat.
The huge power coming from the sword turned into an assist for forward thrust.
The speed of this sword was faster than Wuyu's attack speed. The latter's eyes were slightly focused, and the attack on his hands did not decrease. He lowered his body slightly and narrowly avoided this fatal blow.
A few red hair fell to the ground.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, and he suddenly withdrew the peach wood sword he had thrust out and stood upright behind him.
A huge force came from behind, and the sword he dodged came back, stabbing him from behind like a boomerang.
Wuyu's empty door was exposed, Bai Mo seized the opportunity, and his figure disappeared from the place instantly. A person appeared behind Wuyu, holding the hilt of the sword and raising it hard, the target was still Wuyu's throat.
Wuyu had already expected it. He turned around and the sword in his hand changed from vertical to horizontal, just blocking the upward thrust of the sword.
He repeated his old trick and rotated his wrist again, knocking Bai Mo's sword away violently, and then made a sudden sweep, and the sword made a crisp chirping sound.
Bai Mo knew that he would not get any benefit, so he quickly stepped back.
Wu Yu quickly chased after him, the sword in his hand was as flexible as his limbs. It was clearly a mahogany sword, but it gave him the feeling of a soft sword. It was like a tentacle, forming an airtight sword curtain, attacking everything Bai Mo had.
Crucial.
Faced with such a fierce swordsmanship, Bai Mo could only resist temporarily and looked a little embarrassed.
On the other hand, Wuyu's movements are still very calm.
"How dare you compete with me with such strength?" He taunted while waving his sword.
Bai Mo was unmoved and responded indifferently: "Your level is also far from worthy of the name of Sword Immortal."
"That's just a vain name, but it's enough to suppress you."
"Yeah?"
A sneer appeared at the corner of Bai Mo's mouth.
Under the airtight sword curtain, he suddenly gave up his defense and stabbed Wuyu's left chest with a sword.
This blow carried unparalleled power, and also carried the determination of life and death, like a beast's dying counterattack——
He actually planned to trade his life for his life!
When Yang Yiyi saw this scene in the distance, her heart suddenly rose to her throat.
Bai Mo was already at a disadvantage before, but now he gave up resistance. The tip of Wuyu's sword was only an inch away from his heart in an instant. If he took another step forward, it would pierce his chest.
However, the speed of Bai Mo's desperate blow was astonishingly fast. He almost threw the sword completely away, abandoned the sword in his hand, and launched an attack on Wuyu in a posture that completely gave up defense.
For a moment, both of them were in danger.
If this continues, the biggest possibility is that both of them will suffer losses.
"If you take the wrong approach, you will never reach the level of elegance."
Wuyu frowned. He did not hesitate. After all, he had no intention of exchanging lives with the other party. He dodged and opened the distance between him and Bai Mo.
What Bai Mo performed was not swordsmanship in the traditional sense. Whether it was the sword throwing before or the life-for-life just now, they were extremely radical swordsmanship, involving death and no life, and too violent. It was far from the essence of swordsmanship.
Far.
"What is the elegant hall?"
Bai Mo did not pursue, but just stood there and shook his head and said, "This is a battle, so just pursue victory - is what you did in the past the so-called elegant hall?"
Wuyu said calmly: "At least as far as swordsmanship is concerned, I am still pure."
"That's because what you're holding is not the Green Lotus Sword - if that girl was standing behind you, you would never tell me anything elegant, but you would win at all costs, right?"
Bai Mo glanced at the peach wood sword in his hand that was about to disintegrate, and said slowly.
Wuyu was silent for a moment, and seemed to sigh: "Is it because ten thousand years have been too long? You are really talking more and more."
Bai Mo in the past definitely didn't preach that much.
But he didn't refute.
It was because he cared too much about the constraints of worldly rules that Qinglian became what he is now. If that is the case, he might have long since abandoned the so-called elegant hall.
"It seems that in a sense, we may be the same kind of people," he said.
"Same kind of people?"
Bai Mo repeated his words and seemed to be smiling, but Wuyu didn't see the smile on his face.
The next second, Bai Mo's figure disappeared.
There is no winner between the two yet, so this time he will start the offensive.
Wuyu stepped forward to fight without fear.
After these rounds of fighting, he found that Bai Mo's understanding of swordsmanship was indeed top-notch, but it was not up to his own level. This guy's swordsmanship was more like a mixture of various swordsmanships, and even had traces of flying swords, so the swordsmanship
The method is very strange, with almost no fixed style, making it difficult to detect.
He was very curious about how this guy mastered such weird sword skills...
From a distance, Yang Yiyi watched the dazzling battle between the two, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. They clearly have amazing extraordinary abilities, and their swordsmanship can reach such a terrifying level. These two guys are simply monsters.
The conversation between the two seemed to mention ten thousand years ago many times... Are people from ten thousand years ago so perverted?
Yang Yiyi curled her lips and suddenly felt a little silent.
If I had such power back then - no, even one tenth of it, would I have been able to gain freedom very early and in turn protect my brother, and wouldn't my brother have to die?
...but in fact there is never an if.
"You and I are not the same kind of people."
Bai Mo's attack was more fierce and unorganized than before. He opened Wuyu's sword tip with one sword and was about to thrust out, but found that the peach wood sword in his hand had already been overwhelmed and actually broke into two pieces at this moment.
cut.
However, he seemed to have expected this admiration. He grabbed the broken sword tip with his left hand and threw it forward hard, while the broken sword in his right hand continued to thrust out without stopping.
Wuyu's expression remained as usual, and the Taomu Sword rotated slightly in his hand, knocking away the flying sword tip, and then just used the hilt to block Bai Mo's thrusting sword edge.
The two people looked at each other, and the atmosphere in the scene became colder and colder.
In the following time, the two engaged in rounds of confrontations. The peach wood swords were shattered one after another, and there were some wounds of varying depths on their bodies, but they quickly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
To put it bluntly, things like the Taomu Sword cannot cause much harm to them.
Suddenly, Wuyu's eyes narrowed.
He was keenly aware that Bai Mo's physical body seemed to be recovering faster and faster. This was not an illusion.
Could it be that...
"Interesting, are you using this battle to regain your strength? It turns out that this is your purpose..."
His tone was a bit colder.
"You have to exercise after eating to facilitate digestion." Bai Mo said indifferently without any embarrassment after being exposed, "Besides, this will not affect the sword fight between us."
Wuyu snorted coldly, looked at the hilt of the sword in his hand and said, "If the sword is broken, what's the point of competing with it?"
Behind the barrier, Yang Yiyi was inexplicably embarrassed. She always felt that she might have to bear an unshirkable responsibility...
After all, it was she who gave the peach wood sword.
"But the quality of this sword is obviously very good. If I'm to blame, it's because you two are too perverted..."