At sunset, Fa Hai and Liu Rongnu left with heavy expressions and complicated emotions.
The powerful men from the Buddhist sect and Tianyu Palace also saw the battle just now from a distance, and were shocked in their hearts.
The second son of the Li family is no longer weak in the fifth realm!
In the Confucian camp, Li Ziye didn't think anything happened at first, but when he noticed the respectful expressions that the Confucian disciples looked at his second brother, he immediately had an epiphany.
The second brother is very powerful and invincible.
So, Li Ziye straightened his back, raised his head, nostrils pointed upward, and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.
In one word, arrogant!
For several days in a row, Li Ziye sat in his wheelchair in the Confucian camp, running rampant and invincible, and just had to write those six words on his face.
My brother is Li Qingzhi!
Regarding Li Moumou's arrogant and arrogant appearance, everyone from the Confucian school to the disciples gritted their teeth and chose to tolerate it for the time being.
Who could let my brother be so capable of fighting?
"Little Red Riding Hood, where is my medicine? Is it ready yet? Hurry up!"
"Xiu Ru, go find me some dried fruit! And a bowl of milk tea, it's eighty-two years old."
"Chang Yu, yes, I'm talking about you. What's wrong with the wounded? Who is not a wounded person? I want to eat some candied fruit. I'm going to ask if there are any more."
"And that one, that guy who looks like tofu, yes, don't look at it, it's you..."
In the Confucian camp, Li Ziye was sitting in a wheelchair, giving advice. His arrogance was so arrogant that he deserved a beating. He looked like he was the best in the world and everyone here was a jerk.
Everything you can see is my kingdom!
"Elder brother, that guy is almost flying!"
Not far away, Wen Xiuru glanced at the young man in the wheelchair not far away and gritted his teeth.
"to beat."
Bai Wangyu smiled and said, "Didn't you see that the Master of Law and Confucianism has given way to him in the past two days?"
"The fox pretends to be the tiger's power, but the dog relies on the power of others!"
Wen Xiuru gritted his teeth and said, "When will this day end!"
"Soon."
Bai Wangyu smiled and said, "Second Young Master Li will not stay here for too long."
"Okay, bear with it for now!"
Wen Xiuru cheered himself up and left immediately to get dried fruit for someone.
Bai Wangyu also left together to bring medicine to someone.
"Husband."
In the camp, Zhu Zhu came over with a small plate of preserves and said with a smile, "The preserves you want."
"Zhu Zhu? Aren't you taking care of Sister Qiao'er?"
Li Ziye said in surprise when he saw the woman in front of him.
"Teacher Chen said that her injury no longer requires anyone else to take care of her, so she asked me to accompany you, husband."
Zhu Zhu stepped forward, pinched a candied fruit, and personally fed it into the mouth of the young man in front of her, saying with a smile on her face.
"Sister Qiaoer recovered so quickly from her injuries?"
Li Ziye said while eating the candied fruit, "I have to take care of myself for a few more days."
"But, after your husband took the elixir I brought and rested for so many days, he should be able to move freely."
Zhu Zhu smiled.
"Shh!"
Hearing this, Li Ziye's expression changed, he looked around and said, "Keep your voice down, let your second brother know that I'm getting better soon, and you must check whether my martial arts skills have improved. I don't want to get beaten."
"It turns out that my husband was just faking it."
Zhu Zhu smiled softly and said, "But the second brother should be very aware of your injury, and he must not be able to hide it."
Li Ziye was startled, couldn't he?
He acted very well! Revealed so quickly? Probably not!
"Uh-huh!"
However, just as the two of them finished speaking, an ancient sword came through the air and struck the ground in front of Li Ziye with a clang.
The sword trembled and the sound was harsh.
"Second brother."
When Zhu Zhu saw the person coming, she immediately saluted respectfully.
"Second brother?"
In the wheelchair, Li Ziye turned his head and was shaken.
Second brother, what are you doing?
Why do you come with a sword?
"Rise up and pick up your sword."
Li Qingshang stepped forward and said calmly.
Li Ziye looked at his second brother who was approaching, and then at the sword in front of him. He hesitated for a moment.
"stand up!"
Li Qingzhi's eyes were slightly cold and he said again.
In the Confucian camp, the Confucian disciples who had been suppressing their anger for many days noticed the situation in the distance, immediately put down what they were doing, and looked happy.
Do you want to fight in this posture?
"Come out quickly, Professor Li is going to be beaten!"
As a result, the Confucian disciples rushed to tell each other that they wanted to celebrate this heart-warming event together.
Not long after, all the Confucian disciples ran out and looked ahead from a distance with excitement on their faces.
After enduring it for so many days, they finally had something that made them happy!
Not far away, Bai Wangyu and Wen Xiuru also walked over carrying decoctions and dried fruits respectively. When they noticed the situation ahead, they looked at each other with a strange color in their eyes.
So fast?
I thought that this battle would have to wait for a few more days.
They knew very well that the reason why Mr. Li was still staying in Mobei was because he was worried about Brother Li's injury.
Fighting with force is just an excuse.
After this battle, Mr. Li is probably going to leave.
"Second brother."
In the spotlight, Li Ziye hesitated for a moment, had to get up from the wheelchair, and pulled out the sword in front of him.
This day has finally come.
On the side, Zhu Zhu silently retreated outside the battle.
She also understood that the reason why her husband kept pretending to be ill was not because he was really afraid of this competition, but because he didn't want his second brother to leave so soon.
It’s just that what should come will come sooner or later.
In the Confucian camp, the battle is about to begin. Ten steps away, the two swords face each other.
Li Ziye was holding a pure Jun, but Li Qingzhi was still holding a mortal sword.
Li Qingzhi was always very strict with this younger brother and always worried about him.
Today, he will do his best to give her the last parting gift.
No more words, words are redundant. In the battle situation, the two people moved their bodies and swords at the same time, using their swords to express their separation.
The Flying Immortal Technique is unparalleled in the world. However, it is too difficult to practice. The difficulty lies in the mental technique and even more difficult in the sword moves. For thousands of years, no one has achieved great success.
Li Ziye is not afraid of difficulties, and his level of effort is never worse than anyone else.
Therefore, even if his talent is not enough and his cultivation level is a little low, Li Ziye will never lose to anyone in sword skills that do not require high talent but rather value sweat and perseverance. He believes that hard work can make up for his weakness!
Work harder, work harder!
In the battle, that sword was very fast, accurate, and sharp. Compared with the first battle with Li Yuan, it was much improved.
Every bit of progress is the result of thousands of trials. There is no luck, let alone opportunism.
Every time Li Qingzhi blocked a sword, he could feel the growth of his younger brother. While he felt happy, the sword's strength changed several times. He mainly guided him and tried his best to help him complete the sword that he had not yet mastered.
Outside the battlefield, everyone watched this sword duel. At first they wanted to see a joke, but gradually their expressions became serious.
This is not a competition, but a martial arts training!
I don't know how long it took, but during the battle, the sword intent continued to rise around Li Ziye, and the final sword strike finally came.
"Flying Immortal Technique!"
With a soft drink, the sword rose into the wind and its edge was fully displayed.
The dazzling sword energy caused the temperature of the surrounding world to drop rapidly.
"It's cold at midnight!"
With one step, five afterimages appeared simultaneously between heaven and earth. Their body skills were fast and their sword skills were even faster.
When Li Qingzhi saw this, a subtle smile appeared on his face.
Finally, his waiting here for so many days was not in vain.
"The Secret Blessing of Liujia!"
The moment the five afterimages passed by, Li Qingzhi's sword aura surged across his body, and he immediately swung his sword with a force of thirty feet.
Immediately, the four afterimages disintegrated, and the only real body was also impacted by this powerful sword energy and was directly knocked away.
Ten feet away, Li Ziye hit the ground with a thud, falling and chewing mud.
The same ending has never changed.
Li Qingzhi waved his hand and sheathed his sword, took one last look at his younger brother in front of him, and then turned and left.
"gone!"
Without any nonsense or sloppiness, Li Qingzhi said goodbye casually and walked out of the Confucian camp without looking back.
"Second brother."
Behind him, Li Ziye stood up in embarrassment, looked at the back of his brother in front of him, with tears in his eyes, and shouted loudly, "One day, I will surpass you!"
"Ah."
Li Qingzhi smiled faintly, waved his hand, his eyes flashed with anticipation, and replied, "I'll wait."
