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"Senior brother, I often hear swordsmen holding swords and asking around. Today we, senior brothers, join forces to ask how the sword is doing on the internal martial arts list."
Xie Xiangcai holds the Fengyun Sword, and his black hair tied high is fluttering in the wind.
Murong Mingzhu, who was beside him, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled slightly, and drew a sword light with the dragon-slaying sword in his hand.
"That's right. Senior brother has great sword power, so let us brothers join hands to challenge this capital swordsman!"
After the words fell, the two of them shouted together, and the long swords in their hands flashed through the air. The shadow of the sword flashed out, and the sword energy flew in the alley.
Wherever you look, clouds all over the sky gather here, and the green and red meet in a majestic manner.
The twin swordsmen drew out their light and dark swords at the same time. The light of the swords intertwined, and the yin and yang merged, forming a Bagua pattern in front of the two of them.
The sky changed drastically for dozens of miles around, and the abundant raw power in the palace was rushing towards the alley where the sword energy was concentrated with a noticeable momentum.
Many masters in Ouchi rushed out from their hiding places, tapped the bricks with their feet, and gathered around a few miles away from the alley where the four swordsmen were dueling.
The brothers joined hands, and the Dragon-Slaying Sword and the Fengyun Sword flew across the sky together, bringing with them the sound of breaking wind and the sharp sword energy as they rushed towards the twins. Their bodies were filled with green and red streams of light, and in the blink of an eye they held the sword in their hands. The long sword was handed to the twins three inches in front of their chests.
The Tai Chi Bagua in front of the twins suddenly trembled, then spun forward and collided with the two sword energy. In an instant, a strong wind swept away, causing the four figures to retreat one after another.
The green and red sword energy dissipated, but Tai Chi Bagua still hung in the air.
Murong Mingzhu held the sword tightly and whispered, "The secret of the twin swords lies in the fusion of strength and the interplay of yin and yang. If you want to defeat them, you must act separately!"
Xie Xiangcai nodded heavily, and the energy in his feet suddenly took shape, and his figure was like a rainbow, and he took the lead in moving towards one person.
Murong Mingzhu shouted loudly and jumped into the air with a terrifying momentum.
"Look at the sword!"
In the dragon-slaying sword, the fire was strong, and the roar of the tiger was heard for no reason, resounding throughout the palace.
Using the roar of tigers in the sky as cover, Xie Xiangcai arrived in front of the son holding the dark sword in an instant, and greeted him with sword energy without any hesitation.
The sword came out, and naturally he was not at a loss. The sword energy was tight and orderly, and it hit Ichiko's chest one after another.
Although Xie Xiangcai's strength is only in the fifth realm, his foundation is solid and solid, and every strength is extraordinary and comparable to that of an early warrior in the fifth realm.
The Son of the Dark Sword's eyes changed slightly. He turned sideways and pressed against the back of the Son of the Bright Sword. The dark brown long sword in his hand flipped back and forth. The sharpest part of the sword body shot out sword shadows one after another, wrapping up all the sword energy released by the young man. .
At this time, the son of Mingjian had no time to care about the fighting situation of his brothers behind him. Instead, he looked at Murong Mingzhu who jumped into the sky with extremely serious eyes. At this time, a tiger-shaped sword shadow was slowly condensing from the opponent's dragon-slaying sword.
If they had fought one against two before, the twins would have been confident of killing Murong Mingzhu here, but now the opponent's junior brother came to intervene, and it would be extremely difficult to completely leave the opponent behind.
The two sons, light and dark, had a spiritual connection, and they each knew in their hearts the strength of the Eighth Young Master of Qingmeng City who was constantly dancing his sword.
Now the Eighth Young Master has not used any kind of swordsmanship, and the sword is so sharp. If the opponent uses his trump card or trump card, I am afraid that one of them will not be able to deal with it easily.
"Quick, don't worry about the sword energy, force the Eighth Young Master back first!"
Mingjian looked at Murong Mingzhu who was still condensing sword energy in mid-air, and quickly shouted to Darkjian behind him who was resisting Xie Xiangcai's sword power.
Upon hearing this, Dark Sword nodded and stopped his sword. He no longer deliberately tried to resist the sword energy released by the young man. Instead, he opened and closed his momentum and struck out with a heavy sword. The sword energy, which was several feet tall, took shape and crashed into Xie Xiangcai.
When Xie Xiangcai saw this, he decisively stopped attacking. He held Fengyun Sword against his chest and stepped back one after another. The sword energy in his hand changed direction to form an invisible barrier in front of him.
The huge sword shadow hit the invisible barrier for a moment, and the barrier suddenly collapsed. The Fengyun Sword in Xie Xiangcai's hand bent into an extremely terrifying arc, and then returned to its original shape with the blessing of the young man's energy.
After forcing Xie Xiangcai back with one blow, the two men stood side by side, the light and dark swords in their hands moved closer to the center of their chests at the same time, and finally merged into one.
The two of them each stretched out a palm, their index and middle fingers together to form swords, and murmured the same mysterious secret in their mouths.
After the Heart Jue fell, the yin and yang sword that merged into one buzzed into the air and aimed at Murong Mingzhu's head from a distance.
Murong Mingzhu had no time to pay attention to the murderous long sword, but focused her attention on the tiger-shaped sword shadow that was slowly forming in front of her.
Tiger roars and dragon roars. This sword style was one of the gatekeeping sword manuals that Murong Mingzhu gave to herself in Hujie. It is extremely lethal. It is said that the person who created this sword manual killed someone with a long sword in his hand. A master who is a whole level higher than himself.
As soon as this sword is drawn, all the ferocious beasts in the forest will prostrate themselves, and all the tigers in the mountains will bow their heads and surrender.
However, the sword swings forward for a very long time, and the time it takes to condense the sword energy is enough for the opponent to complete the counterattack.
Murong Mingzhu mobilized the original power all over her body to drive them out of her martial roots and pour them all into the dragon-slaying sword in front of her. However, even so, the tiger-shaped sword shadow was still not completely condensed.
Seeing that the situation was not good, he had to grit his teeth and said to Xiang Xiang beside him, "Junior brother, you find a way to block the Gemini's offensive. After my sword power is concentrated, hide far away!"
Xie Xiangcai turned his head and glanced at the half-shaped tiger-shaped sword shadow on Murong Mingzhu's chest, frowned and nodded heavily, then stepped heavily on the tiles with his feet, rising up from the ground, and spraying sword energy towards the Yin-Yang sword not far away. .
For several miles around, all the masters from Ouchi have set up dragnets, waiting for the end of the battle to come forward to harvest.
Several of them focused their eyes on a young man dressed in black, and their eyes were full of wonder.
"The Eighth Young Master of Qingmeng City is only sixteen years old and has such strength. Looking at the entire Daqing, no one in the younger generation can match it."
"It is said that Du Zhishu of Xianshan Academy is also at the same age, and he also entered the fifth realm a few days ago. It seems that there are many people in Daqing's generation with terrifying talents!"
"If this son cannot be kept in his pocket, he will definitely become an enemy of Ouchi in the future. If you cherish talent, you should cherish talent. If you are asking for trouble, it is better to end it here!"
As soon as the words fell, murderous intent surged into the sky within a few miles.
"Hey, what are you guys talking about? Are you so murderous?"
While several well-known Ouchi masters on the martial arts list were chatting, a figure fell silently among them.
The white-haired boy hooked one of them's shoulders, narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile.
An Ouchi expert narrowed his eyes, cursed "F*ck" angrily, and retreated quickly.
The white-haired boy ignored the angry shouts of the old master in the Temple of Heaven not far away. He gently grasped his palms, and saw several Ouchi masters in front of him who were escaping in a hurry. They froze in place without warning, with their heads above their necks. It bursts open like a watermelon.
Hu Jie stood with a smile on his face and his hands behind his back, not a trace of blood stained on his body.
On the martial arts list, six names suddenly disappeared.
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The Fengyun Sword in Xie Xiangcai's hand kept shaking. It contained most of the original power in his martial arts. The long sword moved horizontally and vertically, and the sword aura was overwhelming.
The Yin-Yang sword felt the oncoming attack. The sword swayed and released dozens of sword lights. The sword lights split the air and flew towards Xie Xiangcai.
Xie Xiangcai's heart tightened. These sword lights seemed to be harmless, but in fact they contained extremely terrifying energy. If they were scratched without any precautions, they would probably end up with a reverse flow of energy and blood, and the injury would be difficult to heal.
He quickly escaped and swung the Fengyun Sword in his hand. Countless light cyan sword energies intertwined horizontally and vertically into a half-human-sized sword net, trying his best to resist the dozens of powerful sword lights.
"Brother, I can't hold on anymore!!!"
Xie Xiangcai stepped back heavily, breaking all the bricks and tiles above the eaves under his feet into tiny pieces.
He looked at the gradually breaking sword net in front of him with cold sweat on his face, and shouted at the top of his lungs before his arm became completely weak.
In mid-air, Murong Mingzhu let out a long breath, stretched out his hand to summon the dragon-slaying sword floating in front of him, and pushed it gently with the sword energy that spilled out. The tiger-shaped sword shadow suddenly expanded, and then moved towards the twins in the alley. The sword rushed away.
"Junior brother, get out of the way!"
Murong Mingzhu, who was in the air, shouted loudly and retreated in the opposite direction.
After Xie Xiangcai heard this, he quickly sheathed his sword, withdrew and rushed towards the direction of Murong Mingzhu.
The twin swords felt the oncoming fire wave, and they clasped their hands and placed them on the fused Yin and Yang sword. Another round of Tai Chi Bagua suddenly took shape, which was ten feet tall.
The alley, which was already at the end of the battle, could no longer withstand the overwhelming sword energy at this moment. The brick walls on both sides cracked and opened, and the walls stretching from north to south collapsed one by one from north to south, and finally turned into ruins.
A few miles away, Murong Mingzhu's figure landed steadily on the top of the brick wall of a small courtyard, and beside him, Prime Minister Xie stumbled over.
Murong Mingzhu took a deep breath, looked at the tiger-shaped sword energy that hit the twin swords in the alley not far away, and suddenly shouted to the young man beside her.
"Junior brother, stick to my sword and keep them here completely!"
The young man holding a sword in one hand was startled when he heard this, feeling unsure of himself.
"Quick, don't hesitate, draw your sword!"
Murong Mingzhu shouted loudly and her tone was tough and could not be explained.
Xie Xiangcai gritted his teeth and nodded. He stepped on the sole of his foot and flashed into the air. The green sword energy lingered around him, and the sword shadow took shape in front of him.
The young man suddenly raised his head and looked at the tiger-shaped sword shadow.
That day under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, when the senior brothers taught him the skills of self-protection, the fifth senior brother handed him a sword manual.
It's called "Tiger Roaring and Dragon Roaring".
The sword style in the sword manual is exactly the same as the sword wielded by the fifth senior brother before.
Xie Xiangcai clenched the long sword, and a vast black space opened up in his mind. In the space, a golden figure slowly took shape, holding a golden long sword that could open up the world, and moved like a dragon and a tiger with every move.
The young man followed the gourd and drew the scoop, and the long sword in his hand flashed out and hung in the air, buzzing continuously.
With just a movement of his mind, the original power in his martial roots poured out and poured into Fengyun Sword.
The cyan tiger head took shape in an instant, and with the help of the breeze, it followed the fiery tiger-shaped sword shadow. In an instant, the two merged, and together they hit the twins whose expressions changed drastically.
"boom--"
The shocking explosion echoed in the huge palace, and the buildings for dozens of miles along the way were completely destroyed and turned into ruins by the sword energy storm.
In the middle of the ruins, the twins seemed to have become two bloody men, and their energy was turning into blood mist and spreading from the seven orifices to the sky and the earth.
Dozens of miles away in the Temple of Heaven, a white-haired young man was drinking tea leisurely. The old national master in front of him had a pale face.
"Old Yuan, aren't they just a few rubbish from the Five and Six Realms? If you don't mind, I will bring a few from Qingmeng City to give them to you. Do you agree?"
The old Imperial Master's face was still very ugly, "Hu Jie, is this a little too much?"
Hu Jie threw the teacup in his hand heavily to the ground, raised his eyebrows and said, "Too much? Are you people in the palace trying to surround and kill my disciples? Do you still blame me if they die?"
The old master sighed and focused his eyes on the chessboard in front of him again.
"Let's play chess..."
The walking dragon pond in front of the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests and the locked dragon well in the Sun Moon Lake. In the bottomless darkness, an iron chain as thick as a thigh swayed silently. In the dead darkness, a pair of pupils quietly appeared...
