Su Hang and Xue Xuan watched from the side of the square. This scene was really joyful. These usually arrogant bosses lost their calmness at this moment and showed their true colors. No one wanted to give their secrets to others.

A long sword flew around among the crowd, accompanied by a burst of curses. Many people who were originally in good relationships were inevitably cursed when they saw the other party throwing the sword to them. There was no way to curse the demeanor of a senior master.

The voice suddenly broke. Zhang Jingzhi, the head of the Double Sword Sect, was a half-old man with a sharp mouth and a monkey-faced man, holding a long sword in his arms, and sat in his seat as if he was stupid. However, everyone in the field breathed a long sigh of relief.

Helplessly, Zhang Jingzhi was like accepting his fate and sent a disciple from the eighth-grade martial arts realm to fight.

The disciple was named Liu Yijian, who was accustomed to using left-hand swordsmanship. He was thirty-seven years old and could barely be considered a young generation. The level of an eighth-grade martial artist is quite high.

With a strong figure and a strong man, Liu Yijian walked forward with his sword in hand and pointed his sword at Uncle Feng Zhong, "Who will fight me?"

He has extraordinary demeanor and a strong aura of dominance in the world.

Niu Bi!

Everyone looked at Liu Yijian with a look of stupidity. Is this guy's mind soaked? He dared to point his sword at Uncle Feng Zhong. This world is so crazy. He doesn't know how to die.

Zhang Jingzhi even covered his face with both hands, which was embarrassing, it was so embarrassing.

Everyone thought that Uncle Feng Zhong would take action to waste this boy who didn't know how to be so arrogant, but unexpectedly, Uncle Feng Zhong did not take Liu Yijian's offense to heart and waved directly behind him.

A white-clothed disciple stood up.

At the age of twenty-seven or eight, not only handsome, but also cool and cold.

He has a cold temperament. He is like a weapon that has been cut with its sharp edges. It makes people dare not look directly at his eyes.

"Wen Chong!"

He spitted two words out of his mouth, his voice was cold and he had no feelings at all. He seemed to not take Liu Yijian seriously. Such an existence was not worthy of being his opponent.

"Ha, no matter whether you are a mosquito or a fly, you will turn into a bed bug in a while." Liu Yijian grinned, his sword unsheathed and rushed straight towards Wen.

Although Liu Yijian's sword seemed ordinary, it concentrated all his strength at the point at the tip of the sword. Its strength is so heavy and destructive power are definitely not comparable to ordinary sword techniques. Liu Yijian only practiced this sword, and this sword was also the sword he was most proud of, at the level of martial arts. Few dared to take his sword head-on.

Although the Double Sword Sect is just a medium-sized sect, each sect will always have one or two special skills to form. Moreover, some are very powerful.

Wen Chong stood with his sword in his arms, and the sword wind came. His long hair was fluttering, and the tip of the sword was about to pierce his eyebrows. At this time, Wen Chong only had a little toe and floated away with his leisurely.

With a chorus, the long sword was unsheathed, and with the same sword, he met Liu Yijian.

With a sword in an instant, he dominated the world.

"clang!"

With a light sound, Wen Chong's sword stabbed just above Liu Yijian's sword tip. The same sword had a little more domineering aura.

With the power injected, a crack appeared at the tip of the long sword in Liu Yijian's hand, and then it expanded rapidly. Most of the sword body was instantly covered with spider-like cracks.

"Dang!"

The sword body exploded instantly, turning into pieces, splashing everywhere!

"ah?"

Liu Yijian's eyes were terrified, and he did not expect that Wen Chong's sword would be domineering. For a swordsman, the sword was broken, so why would he fight with others?

Wen Chong didn't give Liu Yijian a chance to breathe at all. He slashed with one sword, and Liu Yijian raised the half of the sword to block it.

The sword blades collided, sparks flew everywhere, and Liu Yijian fell out several steps, and only one sword hilt was left in his hand. Wen Chong snatched up and stabbed him with a sword. Liu Yijian was no longer able to fight again, and was directly cut off the tendon of his left hand. Then he was hit in front of his chest, flew backwards, and fell heavily in front of Zhang Jingzhi.

Several apprentices quickly stepped forward to help Liu Yijian, who had fainted, and brought them back to the camp of the Double Sword Sect. Looking at Liu Yijian's bloody left hand, Zhang Jingzhi's face turned many times. His apprentice was practicing the left-hand sword technique, and his left hand was deposed. On the road of left-hand sword, there was no future at all.

"Give up!"

Wen Chong withdrew his sword and bowed to the direction of the Double Sword Gate. His face was still cold, as if he had only done something insignificant.

Three moves, only three moves defeated Liu Yijian. Although Wen Chong was one level higher than Liu Yijian, the huge gap could never be so outrageous.

"What a good sword technique."

After the formation, Su Hang couldn't help but praise, this should be Feng Zhongshu's 18-way domineering sword. It was really domineering. The sword in Wen Chong's hand may not be of higher quality than the sword in Liu Yijian's hand, and perhaps the quality is even worse, but it can easily shatter the long sword in the other party's hand. The mystery of this sword technique is really extraordinary.

Just imagine, if you compete with your opponent, your opponent can easily smash the long sword in your hand, so that you can have some chance of winning without a sword.

This sword technique was really domineering, and a fiery light flashed in Su Hang's eyes, as if the energy point he had just recovered was useful.

"This Wen Chong has the realm of a ninth-grade martial artist. I'm afraid even if it was me, I wouldn't dare to take the sword head-on." Xue Xuan said a little solemnly.

After hearing this, Su Hang said, "How come the disciples from the innate martial arts religion are ordinary people? However, if you were not able to concentrate on practicing martial arts because of your work, you must have been at the level of a martial arts master, so you should be afraid of a mere 19th-grade martial artist?"

Xue Xuan heard this and smiled bitterly, "You said it easily. Do you think the level of a martial artist is so easy? Martial arts are the foundation-building stage of a martial artist. At this stage, you must try your best to broaden your meridians and strengthen your dantian. Therefore, the level of a martial artist is not to advance faster, the better, and the better the foundation, the further and smoother the road ahead."

There are many large forces in the Chinese family, and there are countless young talents. With their strong financial and material resources, it is not difficult to build up a few martial arts masters. However, why are there few young masters who have reached the level of martial arts masters? The reason is very simple. First, it is because the level of martial arts masters is difficult to break through, and second, it is because martial arts masters are in the foundation-building stage and should not be eager for quick success and instant benefits.

Only when the foundation is laid can the house be stable and taller.

After hearing Xue Xuan's words, Su Hang didn't say much, just smiled, supported his forehead with one hand, and started to doze next to him. At least, in Xue Xuan's eyes, this guy was dozing off.

At such a tense moment, I still have the heart to sleep. How broad is this to be?

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The Double Sword Sect lost the formation and a disciple was abolished. As a result, in front of everyone, he had to hand over the "Left-Handed Sword Sect" one of the secret scripts in the sect.

I am willing to accept the loss of the bet. Since I have participated in the competition and lost, I naturally have to fulfill my promise. So what if I feel angry? I have to endure it.

After successfully starting a sword script, Uncle Feng Zhong's face was filled with a satisfied smile. However, the game had to continue. Beating the drum and passing the sword began again. Everyone's hearts became nervous again with the sound of Uncle Feng Zhong's fingers knocking on the table.

The long sword flies!

The comedy scene is staged again, and a master of Wuzong plays many celebrities in Shu in his hands, which is really sad.

Strength is everything, and the one with the biggest fist is the master. Wherever there is a strong man, it is even more so in the martial arts world.

...

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For more than three hours, this exciting game was played until two o'clock in the afternoon. The big guys were like eggplants made of frost, buried their heads one by one, smiling bitterly.

During the three-hour game, the Shu forces present sent their disciples to fight at least once. Even Emei lost half of the Ape Sword Technique, and the fat monk in Vajra Temple, who lost three of the best sword Techniques.

This elder of the Vajra Temple has really spread the skills. He only carries one Arhat Sword Technique, and the remaining two will have to be written to Uncle Feng Zhong in a while.

Huitong really regretted it. He really shouldn't have come to Shuzhong this time. He shouldn't have brought only a few little novice monks when he came. If he could bring two elite disciples, he wouldn't have lost so badly.
Chapter completed!