A huge roar rippled, and the sound waves were like substance. Centered on the two of them, the floor tiles with a radius of twenty feet shattered, and the onlookers were forced to retreat.
The Raging Sword Immortal fights against the Lone Sword Immortal, one of whom is one of the four demons and the most domineering swordsman in the world.
Yifang was once the leader of the five great swordsmen, the most powerful figure in the list, and the loneliest swordsman in the world.
Most people are optimistic about the latter.
"My foster father won," said Red King Xiao Yu in the restaurant's private room with a smile on his face, "my stupid brother made one move and lost the game."
It's a good thing that the Wrathful Sword Immortal doesn't play. At least it can retain a bit of mystery, making it difficult for people to guess its strength.
Now that Wenjian is defeated, who will still be optimistic about Bai Wangfu?
Moreover...Yan Zhantian's Furious Sword Style has already appeared, while Luo Qingyang's Jiu Ge has not yet been unsheathed.
"Slash with a furious sword!"
Suddenly, Yan Zhantian shouted loudly, and Po Jun, who was as wide as a door panel, slashed down. Before the sword fell, the surrounding rubble was squeezed into powder.
"Zheng——"
Luo Qingyang raised his sword to block it, but Jiu Ge still hadn't taken it out of its sheath. Yun Danfeng took the sword lightly without even taking a step back.
Yan Zhantian exerted his strength, and the wrinkles on his face became deep. Combined with his dense and terrifying scars, he looked like Shura from hell.
"The angry sword returns——!"
With the same loud roar, Po Jun was sheathed, but Jiu Ge was still unsheathed.
Yan Zhantian was silent for a moment, then turned and left.
The onlookers looked confused and asked: Is the sword over? What happened to the last sword of the Angry Sword Fairy?
On the other side, on the second floor of the teahouse, Lei Wujie, Xiao Se, Ye Ruoyi and others looked down.
"So strong," Lei Wujie said, "Gu Jianxian may have stepped into the Mysterious Realm of Immortal Movement... He gives me the feeling that he is very similar to the Fourth Master and the Lord of Baili City."
"The Three Swordsmanship of the Wrath Sword Immortal didn't even let him draw his sword."
His expression changed slightly:
"If there is no promotion, he will not leave the city easily...it will be troublesome."
Now there is a powerful fugue behind the Red King, and he wants to kill someone... How many people in Apocalypse City can stop him?
National Division?
Mr. Xie?
In the street below, Nu Jianxian, accompanied by Xiao Chong, was preparing to leave. Just now Wenjian looked fine on the surface, but Yan Zhantian suffered serious internal injuries and needed to recuperate.
"I didn't help you, Chong'er."
"Master, I tried my best," Xiao Chong said calmly.
Just as a group of people were about to leave, a young man's cheerful voice came from the venue:
"Why are we going? King Bai doesn't remember that he has this friend from Wushuang City?"
Xiao Chong recognized this voice. He turned around and saw that the figure carrying the huge sword box was already in the field, facing Luo Qingyang's eyes.
Wushuang raised his head and said:
"Wushuang City, Wushuang, come and ask about Senior's sword!"
The appearance of Wushuang caused a commotion. Luo Qingyang looked at the sword box and gave a good evaluation, willing to fight with him.
Everyone in the audience also knew that King Bai actually had the support of Wushuang City.
Wushuang City is different from Xueyue City. It is a purely martial city with the support of several sects behind it. As the second largest city in the world, its strength cannot be underestimated.
It seems that King Bai has one last trick up his sleeve.
However, this last move was something Xiao Chong did not expect:
"I thought you wouldn't come."
In this battle, Xiao Chong lost all his opportunities and was unfavorable in every way. Even the discerning people did not think highly of him, so it was reasonable for him not to come to Wushuang City.
But here comes the young city lord.
"We are friends," Wushuang said with a smile, "I don't have a very good memory, but I will never forget a promise!"
Xiao Chong smiled slightly and stayed again.
At the same time, Wu Shuang also saw Lei Wujie and others in the teahouse, waving to each other and greeting each other.
"Tsk, Xiao Jingxia failed again, a pure waste," Xiao Yu said angrily.
According to the plan, Wushuang City should be struggling with Xueyue City now. Where will there be time to come to Tianqi?
Long Xie quickly spoke:
"Just a kid."
"It's the child holding the Ming Suzaku!" Xiao Yu corrected, "The White King gains another strength, which is equivalent to another loss for us!"
"..."
Long Xie kept silent.
In the field, Wushuang kicked the sword box with a "bang", slowly opened half of the sword, and he raised his hand to Luo Qingyang:
"Senior, please enlighten me."
"Using swords to discuss Tao," Luo Qingyang said.
With a bang, Wushuang's sword box was fully opened. With a wave of Wushuang's palm, several air-piercing sounds were heard, and ten flying swords were released from the sword box:
The flying swords have different shapes and bright colors, and they draw light trails in the air, like rainbow elves.
The ultimate beauty carries the same danger. The flying sword is heading towards Luo Qingyang. The latter turns his wrist and the bow-like Jiu Ge flips over and draws a circle in mid-air.
This seemingly simple move knocked back all ten flying swords.
"Ding--"
"Ding--"
Wushuang hooked his fingers, and two more flying swords appeared in the sword box. He flicked the sword body, and then swung it fiercely:
"vast!"
The former is light and pure white, like fairy feathers entering the earth, like clouds.
The latter is dry and wrinkled, just like the bark of old trees, giving it a sense of endless vicissitudes.
Twelve flying swords all rose up, surrounding Luo Qingyang waiting for an opportunity to come out.
The latter responded with ease and had the time to express his admiration:
"Yes, so young, so talented with a sword...but, it's a pity."
He was calm and gentle, but Wushuang was already sweating profusely. Even though he controlled twelve flying swords, he still couldn't suppress Luo Qingyang's sword, and he had no time to think about what "a pity" meant.
In the teahouse, everyone had different expressions, including surprise, admiration, and regret.
Xiao Se shook his head:
"It's a pity, the Red King won't let him end alive."
Wushuang's current strength may not be inferior to that of Wrath Sword Immortal, and there is huge room for growth. With Xiao Yu's temperament, such unstable factors will never be allowed to exist.
Gu Jianxian would definitely kill him on the spot and completely destroy King Bai.
"Then let's..."
Lei Wujie hesitated to speak, but was interrupted by Xiao Se:
"You go up, you die, we are all the same."
Fang Ping has already seen how powerful the sword immortal in the Mysterious Immortal Realm is, and he can kill the immortal Mo Yi with one arm.
There is hardly any opponent in Tianqi City.
"Is there really nothing we can do?" Lei Wujie asked, he didn't want Wushuang to die.
"Unless..." Xiao Se said in a long tone and looked at Xie Xuan and Xie Xuan who had just arrived at the next table.
"Don't look at me, I can't beat him," Xie Xuan said. "I couldn't beat him before. Now that Luo Qingyang has entered a fugue, it's even harder."
At the same time, changes were taking place in the field.
With a "clang" sound, Jiu Ge finally came out of its sheath.
Facing the twelve flying swords, the extremely long Jiu Ge was like a toy in Luo Qingyang's hands. The sword technique used to fight back was no longer a simple block and fight, the sword technique gradually became complicated and complicated.
Take one step with the sword, swing your arm to cut in a circle, step back slightly, and the sword trembles three feet.
Nine songs are like a dance, from the strong and domineering at the beginning, to the ethereal and elegant, and then to the soft and long-lasting love.
Luo Qingyang created his own sword dance - Eleven Styles Sword Dance.