Chapter 4 Moonlight Flower Morning VS Sword Twenty-two
Here comes the three city lords of Xueyue City - the best shot in the world, Sikong Changfeng.
Fang Ping bowed his hands in greeting:
"Junior has met Senior Gun Immortal."
Unexpectedly, Sikong Changfeng didn't appreciate it and quickly interrupted with a wave of his hand:
"Don't say goodbye. When I was good at Dengtian Pavilion, I could be your senior. Now, I can only be your creditor.
Since my little brother was born in Kenshinzuka, I can inherit the favor of the older generation and pay me half of the market value."
Fang Ping was happy:
"To be honest, Senior Spear Immortal, this trip to ask for swordsmanship is the first time I have left the Sword Heart Tomb.
I had heard that Xueyue City was named the best in the world, so I came here to challenge the challenge, but the host's style... is really thought-provoking.
I wonder if Wushuang City is as fussy as Xueyue City, or is this unique to the No. 1 City in the World?"
"..."
The corners of Sikong Changfeng's mouth twitched crazily, feeling like something was being stabbed in his heart.
He glared back and forth at Fang Ping and Li Hanyi, and said angrily:
"Who are these people in Kenshinzuka? Just compete with each other. They always mess with my building.
What do you think this is? Did it come from the strong wind? I worked hard and built it with one penny and one tael..."
Sikong Changfeng cursed and backed away, feeling sorry for Dentian Pavilion. He mainly came to see this young man from Kenshin Tomb, a weirdo that Li Hanyi often mentioned in the past.
Of course, no matter what the outcome of this battle is, an olive branch must be extended to the young man, and the talent must be taken into Xueyue City.
With Li Hanyi here, it shouldn't be difficult to keep him.
"Oh, be careful next time Kenshinzuka comes... They all like to demolish buildings. Li Hanyi does, and this guy does the same..."
It really looks like it.
At the same time, Fang Ping met Li Hanyi, whom he had not seen for many years:
"I missed you so much that I didn't even mention going back to see you."
"Don't worry."
"Why are you wearing a mask? Isn't it stuffy to breathe?"
"Don't worry."
Fang Ping smiled:
"If I defeat you today, will I be considered a swordsman?"
Li Hanyi's eyes widened and he took off his sheath at the sound of rain:
"Wooden boy, look at the sword!"
Without saying a word, a sword was handed to him, his sword intent surged, and his moves were neat.
"Zheng——!"
Fang Ping raised Long Yuan to block and raised the corners of his mouth slightly:
"Then, let Xue Yue Sword Immortal test the sword!"
The two people stood on the top of the dilapidated Dengtian Pavilion, one black and one white. The two figures paused for a moment and turned into two colors that clashed together.
The sword blades touched each other, causing continuous vibrations. The two of them moved one move at a time, seemingly asking about the sword, but in fact they were greeting each other.
Everyone in Xueyue City is watching this showdown with expressions full of yearning and awe.
"Listen to what the Third City Lord said. Does the Second City Lord know that young man?"
"The wind is so strong. Are you confused? What is the background of the second city lord and what is his status?"
As the two made moves, the sky and the earth surged. The sea of clouds was pushed out ten miles away, and then pulled back eight miles away. A strong wind arose in the city, blinding the eyes with wind and sand, and falling flowers and leaves.
"Eighteen Swords!"
Long Yuankong screamed in Fang Ping's hand, Han Yi clenched tightly and listened to the rain to avoid being slashed.
After a few moves, the sky was shaken up and Dengtian Pavilion was three meters shorter.
Sikong Changfeng:(╯‵Pan′)╯︵┻━┻
"This is the first time you've caught my sword," Li Hanyi's mouth corners slightly raised under his mask, "Have you been practicing with your broken wood these past few years?"
After several fights, she discovered that Fang Ping's vertical slash was far more powerful than other sword moves.
Fang Ping nodded slightly:
"Yes, if you repeat the same action a million times, the mastery will appear on its own."
Li Hanyi jumped back, opened a distance of ten meters, and stood the sword in front of his chest:
"The last sword determines the outcome!"
"Come!"
The two of them exercised their skills at the same time, and the two internal forces competed with each other. The sky turned bright and dark, and the air made a restless and muffled sound.
Snow Moon Sword Immortal's clothes are elegant, the scenery rises and falls, listening to the rain, the blade attracts the wind, and the flowers and leaves gather at the sword's edge.
The sword intent around Fang Ping's body was surging, like a dam bursting, the seven-star dragon abyss burst into light, vibrating and distracting, several sword shadows loomed around the dragon abyss, and the dragon's shadow reflected half of the sky.
Sikong Changfeng stood up:
"Li Hanyi is about to use that sword, but that kid... what kind of sword technique is he using? His sword intention is so decisive and sharp."
At the beginning, Sikong Changfeng believed that Xue Yue Sword Immortal would definitely win. Although both of them were in the Great Freedom Realm, Li Hanyi's experience was obviously higher than that of a kid who had just entered the world.
But now, he is not sure.
At this time, the flowers and leaves in the whole city were windless, and the rain was sweeping across the city, surrounding the Dengtian Pavilion like a gorgeous tornado.
The sword is said to be extremely beautiful, and people say it is peerless. Thousands of flowers are like a waterfall, and they gather together like the sea.
Looking back at Fang Ping, the sound of the clanking sword became louder and louder. Long Yuan was no longer in his hand, replaced by countless Long Yuan sword shadows.
The white light sword shadow moves around, surrounding Fang Ping, like a silver dragon entrenched, and the sword roars in all directions.
The next moment, both of them drew their swords at the same time.
"Moonset and flowers in the morning!"
"Twenty-two swords!"
The flowers and leaves are rolling, like a waterfall or a torrent, carrying the unparalleled sword energy and rushing straight away. The shadow of Longyuan sword is like water gushing from a pond, rushing straight up!
Two sword energies, one silver and one red, collided with each other in a mighty manner!
The sea of clouds above could not bear the energy pouring out, and quickly moved to the east and west. The Dengtian Pavilion below could not bear the heavy pressure, creaking, and almost collapsed.
Fortunately, Sikong Changfeng and Fairy Luoxia took action together to temporarily stabilize the restless Jian Gang.
"drink!"
Li Hanyi gave a low shout, and Maple Leaf Falling Flower suddenly increased its speed, which meant that the sword intent was even higher.
Fang Ping's right hand was held empty, as if there was no sword, or there was a sword. With a push from inside, the shadows of Long Yuan swords shot out.
The Holy Spirit's sword technique is extremely powerful, with fierce killing power and terrifying stamina, but Yuexi Huachen is slightly lacking. The sword's intention is peeled away layer by layer, and the stamina is not provided.
"break!"
Fang Ping's sword came out like a dragon, and countless sword shadows turned into a stream of light, which suddenly dispersed and rotated, maintaining the same frequency and reverse direction as Li Hanyi's "Yuexihuachen", peeling it off layer by layer.
"boom--"
There was a muffled sound, and a wave of air was released, which made everyone feel tight in their chests and waists, making it difficult to breathe.
Countless flowers and leaves fall and return to the dust and mud. When they come, they are intact and independent, but on the way back, they are divided into two, each side.
Every flower and leaf was chopped into two halves.
At the same time, there was a soft "click" sound, and Li Hanyi, who had just stabilized his body, felt a light on his forehead, and the sun shone on his face.
The sword failed and the wooden mask shattered.
Fang Ping smiled and held up his hands:
"Thanks to the Sword Immortal for teaching me, I learned it!"
"Wooden boy! You!"
Li Hanyi's tone was choked. Just as he was about to go up and teach him a lesson, he suddenly realized that he couldn't beat that guy.
Fang Ping smiled:
"If you want to call me, you should call me Wood Sword Fairy."
At the same time, two smells approached quickly, one smelled of alcohol, and the other smelled like a rogue.
It was Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng.
"Congratulations, after this battle, there is another swordsman in the world!"
"No, with such strength at such a young age, he is worthy of being a swordsman!"
"The Immortal of Swordsmen, hahaha!"
Fang Ping smiled back, the purpose of this trip was achieved.
But Li Hanyi said coldly:
"Today there is one more Wood Sword Immortal and one less Snow Moon Sword Immortal!"
"If you lose to this wooden boy, how can you be called a swordsman?"
Being bullied by someone who had bullied him since childhood, Li Hanyi was very angry. He was not angry at Fang Ping, but because he had slacked on his swordsmanship in recent years and was surpassed by that piece of wood!
Li Hanyi gritted his silver teeth, sheathed his sword, and raised his arm across the sword:
"One day, I will definitely overtake you! Then I will regain my reputation as the Sword Immortal!"