The Wang family's ancestral swordsmanship, the Lie Wang Swordsmanship, emphasizes being fierce and domineering. Although it is a sword technique, it is more fierce than a knife technique. In those days, the ancestor of the Wang family, Wang Shengze, was called the "Southern Sword". He went north with a sword and broke thirteen big swords in the north. In the end, he won by half a move and defeated the "Northern Sword" Xu Fengqi, and established his reputation with one sword.
The ancestral sword technique of the Xie family is called the Falling Flower Sword Technique, which is the most elegant and beautiful. It is said that when Xie Jingce, the ancestor of the Xie family, swung his sword, hundreds of flowers fell. Coupled with the white clothes and the reputation of being the most handsome man in the world, the entire Xie family became the white moonlight in the hearts of women in the world.
The two swordsmanships have faced off many times in the past hundred years. In the past few years, the Xie family won more often, so there was a legend that Wang Yi gave up swordsmanship to practice spears and became the spear saint. However, in the past ten years, with the departure of Xie Kanhua, the most talented disciple of the previous generation of the Xie family, the Wang family's swordsmanship has never lost again. Previously, Qing Yilang relied on the martial arts of the Immortal Book to barely win once, but was eventually judged to be practicing magic skills and almost had his skills wasted. Moreover, this matter was completely suppressed by the Wang family, and outsiders did not know about it.
"What do you think, who will win this time, the Xie family or the Wang family?" The martial arts people below were obviously excited. After all, the Heroes Conference had just begun, and here the people from the Wang family and the Xie family were fighting with swords. This was much more exciting than the battle between the Black Hawk and the Tai Chi Sect.
"This girl is pretty, but the Xie family hasn't produced any decent masters in these years. Wang Buyu is the most beloved son of the Wang family patriarch and is said to be extremely talented. I think the Wang family should win." Someone said.
"There is no absolute in the world. The girl has already shown her skills just now. I think she is not much inferior to Wang Buyu!" shouted the Black Hawk disciple who had just finished the game.
"Enough of the nonsense, place your bets." A big man pushed the people on both sides away, then dragged a square table in front of him, "On the left, bet on the Xie family to win, on the right, bet on the Wang family to win. I, Xuanyuan Luo, open the betting, everyone who wants to come can place a bet!"
“Wang family!”
“Wang family!”
“Wang family!”
Everyone rushed forward and pressed the silver in their hands to the right.
"Where is the person who supported the Xie family just now? Why did he remain silent when it came to placing a bet?" Xuanyuan Luo sneered.
The disciples of the Black Hawk and Tai Chi sect looked at each other. Although they didn't want Wang Buyu, who had just insulted them, to win, they were reluctant to bet on the woman from the Xie family.
"I'm betting on the Xie family." A huge gold ingot was placed on the table.
"What a generous move." Xuanyuan Luo exclaimed, and turned around to see a handsome man dressed as a scholar standing next to him. The man smiled at him gently and said, "I bet on this girl to win."
Xuanyuan Luo looked the scholar up and down, but he couldn't guess his origins. He frowned and said, "Sir, the rules of the gambling game are that you have to buy before you leave."
"This is natural, no need to emphasize it." The man thought for a moment, took out another gold ingot from his pocket and put it on the table, "I'll raise the bet again, betting on this girl to win."
"Young Master, you are so bold!" Xuanyuan Luo raised his finger and looked up at the stage again, "Then let's see what's so special about this girl from the Xie family!"
At this moment on the stage, Wang Buyu had already thrown dozens of swords at Nangong Xier in an instant. Although Wang Buyu spent his days drinking and partying and seemed to be not doing his job properly, in terms of swordsmanship, he was worthy of being the most promising disciple of the Wang family of this generation.
"How many sword strikes did Wang Buyu use just now?" someone asked.
"Nine Swords." Someone from Tai Chi Sect said. They practiced slow sword in Tai Chi Sect, but because of the slowness, they could see the speed more clearly. The fast sword that others could not see was visible to them.
"No, it's Eighteen Swords." Xuanyuan Luo raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
"It's clearly the Nine Swords." An old man walked out of the Tai Chi sect. He had white hair and beard and looked quite majestic.
"Wang Jialie's swordsmanship is nine swords opening one screen. He just used nine swords, and the next sword is like a peacock spreading its tail. One sword turns into nine swords." Xuanyuan Po's pupils shrank slightly.
"I didn't see that screen." The old man said in a deep voice.
Xuanyuan Po laughed and said, "Because the screen had just been unfolded when it was suppressed by the girl."
The old man was stunned and looked up at the stage: "But the girl didn't draw her sword."
Nangong Xier on the stage was agile, dodging left and right. She seemed to be forced to retreat step by step by the mighty and domineering swordsmanship of King Lie. Sometimes her hand had just touched the hilt of the sword when it was forced to move away.
"It's still a bit too much to defeat the Third Young Master of the Wang Family." Even the Black Hawk Sect's disciples shook their heads. "If the Green-clothed Man goes up, there might be a chance of winning."
Only a few people in the audience could understand what was happening on the stage, including Xuanyuan Po, who had set up the gambling game. At this moment, the two of them were dueling. On the surface, Wang Buyu had the upper hand, but in fact, although Nangong Xier had not drawn her sword, she had already released several sword energies, and each sword energy suppressed Wang Buyu's sword power. As a result, although the Liewang Sword still looked extremely fierce, it was powerless and could even collapse at any time.
"Damn it!" Wang Buyu growled and gathered all his sword energy, concentrating it on the Huo Lin Sword. A red light flashed on the Huo Lin Sword.
Xuanyuan Po turned his head to look at the scholar beside him. The scholar was still watching the duel on the stage with a gentle smile.
"You have good taste." Xuanyuan Po whispered.
The scholar's expression changed slightly, and he said to himself: "This is troublesome."
Wang Buyu swung his sword, and the entire singing hall was lit up by a red sword light.
"This is the sword technique of King Lie, the Dance of the Fire Phoenix." Xuanyuan Po said in surprise. He did not expect that the third son of the Wang family, Wang Buyu, had enough skills to support him to use this sword.
But in fact, his idea was not wrong. Wang Buyu's skill was indeed not enough to use this sword. Nangong Xier had been teasing him on the stage just now. It was he who forced him to use this sword, because if he could not hurt the opponent by using the Fire Phoenix Dance reluctantly, it would only backfire on himself. Nangong Xier's hand finally pressed on the hilt of the sword.
"We lost." A figure stood between Nangong Xier and Wang Buyu. He gently pushed his left hand and knocked back the Liangren Sword that Nangong Xier had just pulled out an inch. Then he pressed down the Huolin Sword in Wang Buyu's hand with his right hand.
Xuanyuan Po glanced beside him and saw that the scholar had disappeared. He glanced at the stage again and saw that the scholar was standing between Nangong Xier and Wang Buyu.
"Who are you?" Nangong Xier asked.
"Wang family, Wang Buchen." The scholar smiled gently at Nangong Xier, "The second child in the family."