Every word seemed ordinary, but they all contained hidden energy. When the two guards were placed between them, they could only feel their bodies swelling and heating up, and an invisible aura in their bodies was forcing them to kneel down.
Two thumping sounds broke the secret contest between the two. Hu Yanyu said to the two guards: "You two are waiting here. No one is allowed to enter within three miles."
"Follow the Second Prince's orders."
Hu Yanyu said to Liu Sandao: "Brother Liu, please." But he jumped up first and flew towards the outside of the king's tent of the Huyan tribe. His body shape is like an arrow leaving the string, and ordinary people cannot see his figure clearly.
Liu Sandao understood that Hu Yanyu didn't want the reputation of the two men's battle to spread to the Huyan tribe. He turned around like a flying swallow in the clouds and flew straight into the sky thirty feet. His skill was even better than when Jiang Nanyu was carrying the coffin maker in the duel. One floor.
The first-grade and second-grade sect is a metaphor for the fact that the first-grade warriors in the martial arts world are just people who have just joined the ranks, and are only suitable for doing odd jobs and sorting out debris. The second-grade warriors are just gatekeepers. Of course, this can only be described in the arena. Even if a first- and second-grade warrior is ineffective, it is still easy to defeat ten against ordinary people.
The third-level warriors are only low-level warriors in the eyes of Jianghu people. The fourth-level masters have only entered the martial arts with a thousand pounds of strength. The third level and the fourth level are just a shortcut away. If you don't get into the fourth level, you will end up being just a mediocre existence and will not become a big phenomenon.
The fifth-level floating dust and the sixth-level master can step on the snow. With every move, the master of the fifth rank can pull the surrounding Qi and make the dust fly; the master of the sixth rank can step on the snow without leaving a trace. Most of these figures in the world have become the mainstays in various dynasties. They are people who cannot live in high places and cannot live in low places, and who will never die of hunger if they are not full.
The seventh level reaches the first level of heaven, and the eighth level is difficult in creation. All warriors who have entered the seventh-level realm are famous masters, but the eighth-level masters are caught in the middle and lament themselves.
If you don’t enter the supreme realm, you are just a plaything. There are no martial disciples below the ninth rank. In one sentence, the embarrassing status of an eighth-grade master’s warrior is shown. He is only one step away from becoming a supreme master. However, no one has entered the supreme realm for seventy years. In the eighth rank of creation, difficult.
Huyan Yunyao knew that her second brother had been practicing martial arts in Dalong Dynasty since he was a child, but he had never seen Huyanyu show off his skills in front of him. He often told his second brother that he had reached the realm of perfection and was a famous master. They are all scornful. I asked you to fly and show your sister that you can't do it. You dare to say that you are a master. You must have been fascinated by the people of the Central Plains. They preach the wealth and power of the Central Plains all day long. Why are the people of the Central Plains being ignored by the grassland tribes? And those suppressed by the Jin Kingdom did not dare to go north to herd horses, so they huddled in Yingzhou City.
It wasn't until she saw Hu Yanyu's figure ten feet away, like a dragon walking and a tiger leaping, that Huyan Yunyao realized that her second brother had never deceived her. He had this kind of ability that was no different from that of a flying bird. The best war horse gallops like the wind but is slightly slower than the second brother.
The second brother hurriedly hurried outside the king's tent. A guy who shocked him so uneasy came to challenge the second brother. This was something he had never seen before. Huyan Yunyao turned over and rode on the pony outside his tent. , ran towards the outside of the king's tent, his face flushed with excitement.
Finally, I can see my second brother show off his skills.
Hu Yanyu knew that his sister's thoughts could make her angry and her Qi disordered. Silly girl, do you know what Zhongyuan meant by settling the world? To settle the affairs of the world, one party must die.
"Little princess, the front has been ordered to be a restricted area by the second prince. No one who is not related to the area is allowed to enter. Little princess, please dismount."
"Get out of the way. The second brother is talking about any irrelevant person. I, Huyan Yunyao, am the princess of the Huyan tribe. The second brother's biological sister is an irrelevant person?"
"This..." The two guards looked at each other. What the little princess said seemed to be good, but they always felt that something was wrong.
"Little princess, please don't embarrass me. If the second prince blames us, we two brothers can't bear the blame. The second prince is currently competing with a monster from the Central Plains. The strength of both of them is extremely deep. If they are accidentally injured, Little princess, even if my subordinates have 10,000 heads, I can’t afford it.”
Huyanjunyao rolled her flexible eyes, her little mouth opened slightly, and her expression became panicked: "My son, Huyanjunyao, is here to see my father."
The two guards hurriedly knelt down on one knee: "I have seen the leader."
However, there was no response from the leader Hu Yanzhuo, and there was only the sound of the BMW galloping. Only then did the two of them realize that they had been fooled by the little princess, and they were already running dozens of steps away to stop the BMW.
"Brother Liu, I heard that my eldest brother traveled all over the country and also wanted to withdraw from the world. Why did the eldest brother travel thousands of miles to attend this three-year appointment?"
Liu Sandao had a complicated look on his face: "We are apart from each other. A certain family traveled all over the country and wanted to settle the world. However, there are more and more enemies. It is easy to enter the rivers and lakes, but it is difficult to leave the rivers and lakes. It is enough to kill one person when entering the rivers and lakes, and to kill thousands of people when leaving the rivers and lakes." It’s also difficult for people. A friend of mine told me that wherever there are people there are rivers and lakes, and I can’t get out of them because I am in the rivers and lakes all the time.”
"Brother Liu, although you and I are not from the same sect, we are from the same sect. Our uncles and tutors are also brothers from the same sect. I really can't think of any inextricable grievances and hatreds between you and me. Why don't we sit on the floor and talk to you and me? A reminiscence of old friendships.”
"Hu Yanyu, you transformed into a Han and entered the Daoya Sea. My uncle thought that you were gifted, so he passed on all your martial arts and taught you carefully. You should never have concealed your identity as a foreigner, which caused my uncle to get angry and die. This revenge must be avenged.”
Hu Yanyu's face started to lament: "Brother, Hu Yanyu did not intend to deceive his mentor and hide his identity from the Huyan tribe. Dao Yahai has never allowed foreigners to enter. Hu Yanyu has been yearning for the Central Plains culture for a long time since he was a child. His mother-in-law is also a Central Plains woman. , before my mother-in-law passed away, she hoped that Hu Yanyu could go to the Central Plains, and my brothers could swear to God that they would never harbor evil intentions and worship at Dao Yahai."
Liu Sandao also looked at his former fellow disciple with a complex look: "Hu Yanyu, do you know that a hundred years ago, my uncle's parents died tragically in Fuzhou when your grassland invaded. The hatred of losing the family, but my uncle will spend his whole life. What you have learned has been taught to a man from the grassland, and you ask my uncle how to meet his parents under Jiuquan a hundred years later."
"Why can't the grasslands and the Central Plains be at peace? Do we have to fight to the death with swords?"
"Liu Sandao is just a rough man. He never cares about world affairs. He came here just to follow his mentor's instructions and settle an old grudge. There is no national hatred, only family hatred. He came here just to clean up the family."
Hu Yanyu knew that nothing he could say could change Liu Sandao's mind, so he consciously pulled out the scimitar from his waist: "Brother, let Hu Yanyu learn from Uncle Yixiao's emotions seven swords."
In half a breath, Hu Yanyu's scimitar hit Liu Sandao's head with lightning and thunder. It was so fast that no one could notice it. With every move of Hu Yanyu, the strong wind blew up the grass. The green grass on the ground was so oppressive that it fell to the ground, and the withered grass was flying.
Liu Sandao ignored the scimitar above his head and only stretched out an index finger to strike lightly. Hu Yanyu's scimitar deviated from the trajectory. The powerful sword did not hurt Liu Sandao at all: "The six styles of Ba Dao are exquisite. Open and close, your energy is as strong as a mountain, and you never stick to one move or one move. You are indeed a genius as my uncle said. The six moves of the Tyrant Sword are even more powerful in your hands, but you care too much about the form and ignore the potential. Your Every move and every move is the shadow of my uncle. With this alone, you will never be able to grasp the true essence of Ba Dao."
Hu Yanyu was dumbfounded as he looked at the scimitar that Liu Sandao had casually chopped open with one finger. This scimitar was a weapon made of hundreds of refined steel, but it was defeated by one finger: "I have been fighting day and night for the past few years. , forgetting to eat and sleep to practice the sword, is it not worthy of you to use the sword?"
"You have other thoughts, Ba Dao, you can't understand the essence."
Hu Yanyu looked at Liu Sandao with a ferocious expression: "Impossible. I recall Master's sword-training skills thousands of times every day. It has already penetrated into my bones. How can I not be your enemy at once?"
"I have said that the Six Styles of the Sword are never limited to one move or one. You are full of uncle Shi's shadow. You cannot understand the essence. This is the highest state of the Six Styles of the Sword, which can defeat all methods with one force."
The Pu Dao behind Liu Sandao flew into Liu Sandao's hand on its own, trembling incessantly, revealing the momentum of Liu Sandao, and the ruthlessness of the sword: "Hu Yanyu, catch this sword, you and I will be in trouble."
Liu Sandao held a sword in his hand, and stood in front of him with his simple sword. He slashed towards Hu Yanyu in the air with one unhurried sword.
The energy is as powerful as a ten thousand gun, the invisible sword energy reaches thirty feet, and it shoots directly at Huyanyu with the power to destroy the heaven and the earth.
Hu Yanyu's face was deformed by the momentum, and he was unable to raise his sword to respond to the enemy.
"You can make thousands of moves, and I can defeat them all with my own strength. This is the tyranny of the sword. It is extremely tyrannical. You can go and apologize to my uncle under the Nine Springs."
The sword energy was about to crush Hu Yanyu into powder in the blink of an eye. A long whip was rolled around Hu Yanyu's waist to pull Hu Yanyu out of the scope of the sword energy: "Don't hurt my second brother."
The sword energy was invisible and its momentum was not lost. No matter how fast the riding whip was, it could not move faster than the sword energy. Hu Yanyu's left arm was turned into mince by the sword energy, and the remaining power of the sword struck directly on the grass. Cracks that were thirty meters long and six or seven meters wide were cut on the spot, and the ground shook.
Hu Yanyu dodged his sword? Liu Sandao looked ugly, how could this be possible? Then he looked at the long whip in the hand of the girl next to him who was knocked unconscious by the sword energy and cried and laughed: "Is it God's will?"
Hu Yanyu clicked on his acupuncture points to prevent him from losing his left arm and bleeding profusely to death. He looked at Liu Sandao in disbelief and said in disbelief: "The eighth-level creation can conquer the heavens. Have you already entered the eighth-level realm?"
"Being enlightened by a friend, I suddenly had an enlightenment and entered destiny."
"How could you master the six domineering postures of your mentor? This is a technique that is not taught by the master. How could you do it? Although the Seven Emotional Swordsmanship is equally superb, it definitely does not have the overbearing momentum of the six domineering postures of the domineering sword. It is really The Six Styles of the Overlord Sword, Master passed away, there is no way you can master them."
"The Emotional Knife and the Ba Dao are both Dao Yahai's secrets. You and I come from the same sect. How surprising is it that someone knows the six styles of the Ba Dao."
Hu Yanyu spat out a mouthful of blood and said, "Master is partial, Master is unfair."
"It's unfair that you have to save me today. You have been expelled from Dao Yahai. Master and you have no relationship. Today I use the Sixth Style of Ba Dao not to take possession of myself, but to let you know that you How wrong.”
