Wutong Ye walked through Jiangling City anxiously. The terrain of Jiangling, which he was usually very familiar with, became somewhat unfamiliar to him. This time, Jian Jingfeng mobilized the elite troops of the Five Mountains Alliance to attack Jiangling, and it was obvious that they were determined to capture Sword Lord Twelve!
Outside Jiangling City, Yan Fengwu was leading the elite of Xiaoxiang Pavilion to deal with it with all their strength! In addition to the outside of the city, the inside of the city was also a crucial battlefield. If he, Qiao Langjun, the drunkard "Wang Wudi" and others could capture Sword Lord Twelve and seize the treasure a little earlier, they could solve the crisis in Jiangling sooner!
Not only that, if he could really seize that treasure, he would definitely be able to help Yan Fengwu suppress that arrogant Jue Ming in front of the Pavilion Master!
Thinking of Jueming, Wutongye became more resentful. Like himself and Fengwu, they were both old men who had followed the Pavilion Master since they entered the martial arts world, while Jueming was only admitted into the Pavilion after he was defeated in a competition by the Pavilion Master. But he didn't know what kind of magic potion he had given the Pavilion Master, that as soon as he entered Xiaoxiang Pavilion, he was able to steal the lead among the Four Swords of Xiaoxiang and surpass himself. Recently, his prestige within the gang has even surpassed that of Yan Fengwu, the Pavilion Master's wife. He was extremely disgusting!
Thinking of this, Wutong Ye couldn't help but quicken his pace. Wutong Ye, who was one of the Four Xiaoxiang Swordsmen and the "Dancing Willow Sword", used his lightness skills to fly quickly between the buildings in Jiangling City like a shadow.
Suddenly, a black shadow flashed in the alley. Wutong Ye was overjoyed and immediately chased after it. Wutong Ye's body movement skill "Eight Steps to Chase the Cicada" was most suitable for this kind of long-distance mission. He caught up with the man in front of him in just a few steps.
The man in front of him was dressed in black and had a black scarf on his face. He looked suspicious. Wutong Ye did not hesitate and used his famous "Returning Wind and Dancing Willow Sword" to kill the general.
This collection of 7749 moves of Huifeng Dancing Willow sword technique is the unique skill of Gu Daoren of Bashan Sword School. It is extremely ethereal and pure, with the sword light flowing as elegant as a beautiful woman dancing, but in fact it is full of murderous intent and every move is fatal, extremely dangerous.
The black man frowned when he saw Wutong Ye's swordsmanship being performed continuously. He exchanged 10 to 20 moves with Wutong Ye with his bare hands. The situation became more and more dangerous. The black-clothed man shook his head helplessly when he saw this. He raised his left hand slightly, and the palm force suddenly split into a huge cyclone. Wutong Ye's Huifeng Wuliu swordsmanship was actually blocked. His internal strength was so strong and his moves were so wonderful that they were absolutely rare in the world.
However, Wutong Ye was very familiar with this wonderful martial arts. He was immediately surprised and asked, "The stars are turning?"
The man in black smiled, took off his veil, and said with a smile: "Why, you don't even recognize me?"
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On the other side of Jiangling City, the "Golden Snake Sword" Qiao Langjun, one of the Four Xiaoxiang Swordsmen, had much better luck than Wutong Ye. After fleeing for more than ten hours, Sword Master Twelve finally revealed his whereabouts!
The two men met in a narrow alley. They were old rivals and knew each other well. Without saying anything, they drew their swords and started fighting. For a moment, sword shadows were flying and the situation was extremely dangerous.
The handsome young man is a disciple of the Five Poisons Sect in Yunnan. After obtaining the Golden Snake Sword Manual, he became famous in the martial arts world for his strange swordsmanship that was very different from the sword theory in the world. Later, he entered the Xiaoxiang Pavilion and was listed as one of the "Four Swordsmen of Xiaoxiang"! The Sword Master Twelve is the chief disciple of the Qingcheng Sect. He has a profound attainment in the Songfeng Swordsmanship. Compared with his teacher Yu Canghai, he is probably better than his teacher.
It's a pity that Sword Master Twelve had been injured by Yan Fengwu's Lingxi Finger earlier. Although he risked his life to escape and hid in Jiangling City, he is now at the end of his strength. After just a few moves, he has fallen into a disadvantage and is in danger!
The handsome young man felt that although Sword Lord Twelve tried his best to keep up with his sword moves and kept dismantling them, the internal force in the sword was getting weaker and weaker. He was secretly delighted and quickly increased the internal force in the sword. He used the "Silver Snake Spitting Venom" move to hit the blade of Sword Lord Twelve, and actually knocked the long sword in his hand several feet away.
Seeing this, the handsome young man let out a long whistle and rushed forward. Just as he was about to draw his sword to kill the handsome young man, a gray gust of wind suddenly swept in, sweeping up the dust in the alley and rushing towards the handsome young man.
The handsome young man was shocked. There was no one else in Xiaoxiang Pavilion who could perform such a skill except Yan Fengwu, the successor of Lu Xiaofeng. The power of this attack was also earth-shattering. He didn't know which group of masters came to secretly help the Five Mountains Alliance! The handsome young man gritted his teeth, retreated quickly, and used the "Golden Snake Dance" to barely block the attack.
After the fight, the handsome man could see the appearance of the person who came. He was a big and strong fat man with extremely ugly facial features. However, this fat man looked relatively natural and not disgusting at all.
The fat man looked the handsome man up and down, and said with some disdain: "You are so ugly, but you still want to imitate others to pretend to be cultured. You have no self-awareness at all!"
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When the handsome man heard this, his nose was crooked with anger: Damn, I haven't even said you are ugly, and you say it first? !
The handsome man, who usually took great care of his appearance, was even more upset when he was called ugly by such an ugly fat man today. He put the overall situation first and threw all the orders of the Pavilion Master to the back of his mind. He picked up the sword and slashed at the fat man.
The fat man saw it and shook his head: "The Four Swords of Xiaoxiang are only at this level. It seems that Murong Chunqiu is just a name in vain!" After saying that, the fat man took up a stance with his left fist and right palm to fight against the handsome young man.
The sword of the handsome man was famous for its strange and curvy sword moves. At this moment, in his rage, the sword became three times faster. The fat man waved his right palm slowly, and suddenly countless mists appeared, spreading and floating. Within a few breaths, it had already enveloped the two of them.
Then the clouds and mist kept changing into various scenes, which were like a dream, making it hard to believe that there was such martial arts at this time!
The handsome man in the middle of it became even more impatient. He waved his sword wildly and performed the Golden Snake Sword Technique several times, but he didn't even see the figure of the fat man. He suddenly roared desperately!
"Is this witchcraft?" Hiding behind the square tripod not far away, Tang Shangxin looked at this incredible martial arts and the almost crazy handsome man in the field, and couldn't help but murmured.
Zhou Yi stared at it for a long time before slowly saying, "No, this is a high-level martial art that uses internal force to stimulate the clouds and mist, and creates illusions through the reflection of the clouds and mist. Everything in the field is illusory! But those involved are confused!"
"Good! You have good eyesight, little brother!" Zhou Yi just finished speaking when he heard a few whispers behind him. He turned around suddenly and saw a thin man in black standing safely behind him, looking at the competition in front of him from afar.
When Zhou Yi saw this person, he was immediately horrified. Since he had taught himself the "Nine Heavens Scriptures", Zhou Yi's spiritual perception was far superior to that of ordinary people. He walked silently within three feet of him. If this person had ill intentions... ... ... Zhou Yi's hair stood on end all over his body, and he could hardly control the urge to draw his sword.
Unexpectedly, the man just smiled at Zhou Yi and jumped into the battle in the alley!
Then there was a flash of silver light, and the fog in the field disappeared. The man in black raised his arms to block the handsome man, looking at the fat man in front of him with a smile.
"You are the undefeated legend of the Jialan Temple! It is true that meeting in person is not as good as hearing about it!"
The fat man looked at the man in front of him, his eyes moving. In just a few breaths, his small eyes showed almost all the emotions of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, and then the fat man smiled helplessly.
"Xiaoxiang Pavilion, it's fatal! It's true that hearing about it is not as good as meeting it in person!" (To be continued)