Both of them smiled slightly and stood side by side at the same time, their bodies naturally upright.
Hold the hilt of the sword with the tiger's mouth upwards in your right hand, the tip of the sword downwards, the sword body vertical, and the blade facing left and right;
Bend the left thumb to form a palm, place the palm against the base of the right finger, and point the palm upward;
Spread your arms in a circle and bend them flat in front of your body, with your wrists and shoulders level, your elbows not raised, and look straight ahead.
Sword hanging ceremony!
In a duel between swordsmen, sword etiquette comes first.
After the sword ceremony, the stalker's voice was still low: "My name is Baili Xingyu, please enlighten me."
After saying that, the sword arrived before anyone else, and the power was gathered at the tip of the sword, and the sword pierced through the air with one move.
"I'm here, Long Yu, don't hold back." Before Long Yu finished speaking, he stepped back with his left foot, completed the horse stance, raised his sword back to his chest, and struck with a horizontal block!
"when!"
The two swords struck each other, causing sword shadows to appear one after another.
"You're good at blocking, but how do you block this sword?" Baili Xingyu turned his wrist and drew back the sword, "The seventh style, the breaking wind style!"
The moment the sound fell, he turned his feet and took a bow. He lifted the sword from his left waist and swung it to Long Yu's left hand!
"Huh?" Long Yu's swords turned into a round, intending to remove the sword power contained in them in an instant.
"when!"
The moment they made contact, Long Yu took dozens of steps back: "What a strong force!"
"You are the first person of the same level who can catch my sword, look at the sword!" Baili Xingyu lightly jumped over, lunging and stabbing Long Yu who had not yet stabilized his body. .
"Not good." Long Yu stepped down suddenly, raised the sword in reverse, and then raised the sword with both swords.
"when!"
The two swords thrust Baili Xingyu into the air.
"Huh?" It was also the first time that Baili Xingyu met a swordsman like him. Long Yu's reaction speed was too fast. Baili Xingyu didn't expect it when he took his own sword move and used it next.
"Second posture, Standing Wind posture!" Baili Xingyu turned over and raised his sword to the ground. He turned over and jumped again. From holding the sword in one hand in the air, he immediately changed to holding the sword in both hands: "The sixth posture, Cutting Wind posture!" He held it with both hands. The sword slashes down!
"Good swordsmanship!" Baili Xingyu's movements were as smooth as flowing water, and his sword was as fast as lightning. Long Yu couldn't help but admire him. He raised his sword in a bow stance, and his swords were in the air in an instant!
"Click!" A dull sound came out, and the swords struck each other again!
Hundreds of miles of stars rained down from the sky, and Long Yu's body couldn't help but sink a little.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this? It's really exquisite!" Long Yu gritted his teeth, lowered his sword slightly, retracted his hind legs, fell slightly, and slashed with both swords!
Baili Xingyu sheathed the sword with her right hand and pointed the sword with her left hand. The moment Long Yu swung the sword out, he took a few steps back in the air and opened the distance again.
"It's okay to tell you, Fu Gu's Eighteen Styles! Created by Emperor Fu Gu!" Baili Xingyu's words were filled with pride.
"Could it be the Eighteen Styles of the Legendary Emperor Fugu of the Middle East?!" Long Yu had heard many legends of the Sword Emperor from beggars on the streets who told legendary stories.
Long Yu's body couldn't help but tremble. At this moment, Long Yu's heart was filled with uncontrollable excitement, and his lips trembled: "It's true, it's true, I knew it was true!"
Seeing Long Yu's behavior, Baili Xingyu trembled slightly in his heart: How come it's the same as when I first knew that Donghuang Fugu was not a legend...
"Hahaha, I knew those were not legends, those Sword Emperors were real!" Long Yu had not shed a single tear in the thin line between life and death many times, but at this moment, tears filled his eyes.
Only Baili Xingyu can understand Long Yu's mood at this moment, and only the swordsmen who wholeheartedly yearn for swordsmanship and believe that swordsmanship can lead to becoming an emperor, but are endlessly ridiculed by the world, can understand!
"A foreigner comes from a foreign land, why should I cherish my feelings when I am alone! One section of the sword body is hollow, and that sword must be Emperor Fugu's Bailuo Gufeng Sword!" Long Yu pointed his sword at Baili Xingyu's sword. At this moment, His fiery eyes seemed to have evaporated tears as he stared at the sword in Baili Xingyu's hand!
"Yes, it's Bai Luo Gufeng!" Baili Xingyu was slightly surprised, "I didn't expect that you actually recognized this sword."
"How could I not know? I just can't believe that Emperor Fusheng really exists. Then Emperor Gu Xin must also exist, right?" Long Yu returned to the sword and couldn't help but take a step forward and looked at Baili Xingyu.
Baili Xingyu was stunned. The moment she and Long Yu looked at each other, she could feel how much the young man in front of her wanted to say "yes" in her heart.
