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The young man walked on the street with his hands in his sleeves.
The street was quite lively today, and the place about three intersections away from here was crowded with people, attracting Xie Xiangcai's attention.
He had no intention of going to join in the fun, but after hearing the comments of the people passing by, he finally chose to follow them to see what was going on.
Xie Xiangcai moved eastward with the crowd, and after half a stick of incense, he arrived in front of a martial arts gym.
The martial arts gym was newly built, decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and a black and white letter was posted on the notice board outside the door.
"Those who can ask the third floor of Quan will get a hundred taels of gold."
"Those who can ask about the fifth floor of boxing will be honored as guests."
"Those who can ask about the ninth level of boxing are considered to be guests of the martial arts."
Just three sentences caused a lot of discussion among the martial arts passers-by who gathered in front of the martial arts hall.
Prime Minister Xie took a long breath and slowly clenched his fists.
"This martial arts hall newly opened by the Martial Prime Minister is ten floors high. It is said that there are masters at every level."
"That's not the case. There are countless disciples of Mr. Wu Xiang, and they all have extraordinary strength. It is not easy to reach the third floor!"
"Then let's see who is the first person to reveal the list and kick the gym!"
There was a crowd of people in front of the martial arts hall, and the tall and strong martial artists gathered in front of the notice were all gearing up and eager to try.
However, this candidate who is the first to reveal the list and "grab the top prize" is extremely sophisticated.
The first person to "grab the jackpot" must think carefully. His own strength cannot be weak, but he cannot be too strong either.
If it is weak, the people will think that the martial arts hall has an empty reputation; if it is strong, the people will think that the martial arts hall is not very capable.
Therefore, most of the people who unveiled the list were selected by the museum owner.
After the crowd, Prime Minister Xie let out a long breath, pulled off his black and red robe, and jumped over the crowd with only his green robe on his back and a long sword hanging on his waist. He landed in front of the notice and caught the astonished eyes of everyone. Uncover the list.
Standing at the front of the crowd, a middle-aged man wearing a foggy gray cloud fox robe froze in place, his eyes changing rapidly as he stared at the young man in blue shirt holding the essay list.
No one expected that the first person to come forward to reveal the list would be a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.
The young man was holding the sword in one hand and holding the writing list tightly in the other. He ignored the people behind him and instead raised his head to look at the old man at the top of the martial arts hall with his hands behind his back.
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth gradually turned cold.
He said nothing, just nodded slightly.
The young man tore the essay list into pieces, then stepped hard on the ground with the sole of his foot, and shot up into the air like an arrow, straight to the third floor.
On the chair on the third floor, a short middle-aged martial artist was drinking tea from a teacup. Just as he was getting excited, a figure suddenly fell to the ground, shocking the teacup in his hand to pieces.
He stood up and glared at the uninvited guest in front of him. Before he could speak, he greeted him with a fist.
Although the fist was not big, it seemed to have the strength of a thousand pounds. With just one punch, the martial artist was knocked down the stairs with his chair, and fell heavily to the open space in front of the notice outside the martial arts hall.
With just one punch, this Third Realm martial artist was beaten unconscious.
Then the young man rushed straight to the fourth floor with his two swords.
Rushing all the way without any hesitation.
Finally, he stood in front of a young man with blood at the corner of his mouth.
The young swordsman raised his eyes to look at the young man not far away, smiled slightly, and held the two narrow knives at his waist with both hands.
"Yes, I have some skills."
With just this sentence, the young swordsman drew his sword with both hands and disappeared with a cold light.
He was three feet away from the young man, and there were three afterimages left in the distance of three feet. The first sword was half unsheathed, the second sword was staggered, and the third sword was crisscrossed.
The young man concentrated his attention, and in the midst of complete silence, his eyes were clear.
He waited for an opportunity to draw his sword, and the Fengyun Sword landed heavily on the slightly distorted air in front of him.
The sword light flashed suddenly and then stopped after a moment.
A ray of red light shot out, and a line of bright red blood spattered.
A staggering figure fell out of the shadows and hit the thick stone wall five feet away in front of the young man.
The young swordsman raised his head in disbelief and looked at the young man standing not far in front of him holding a sword. Then his face rapidly aged and finally turned into the appearance of a white-haired old man.
He stood up with knives in both hands, his back stooped, and pointed tremblingly at the young man in green shirt with both knives.
The young man in green shirt let out a long breath, and swung the Fengyun Sword in his hand. The sword energy overflowed, and in an instant, nothing in the whole house was intact.
With a scream, the swordsman with pale temples fell heavily on a street outside the martial arts hall, his body covered with scars and dripping with blood.
At this moment, everyone outside the martial arts hall was shocked.
No one knows who the boy is or where he comes from.
All they knew was that this young man fought his way up to the fifth floor, knocking out all the warriors who stood in his way.
The young man's green shirt was stained with a few drops of bright red blood. He then held the sword in one hand and rushed out of the martial arts hall. Before he fell rapidly, he stabbed the brick joint of the outer wall of the martial arts hall with the tip of the knife. He only heard a "bang" With a sound, the young man's whole body rose into the sky, turned over and crashed into the ninth floor.
He immediately landed firmly on the ground and used his fingers to brush off the snow-white wall dust on the sword body.
On top of the chair, a middle-aged man with gray hair put down his tea cup and stood up slowly. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the young man in green shirt holding a sword in one hand, grinning.
"coming?"
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Xie Xiangcai took a long breath and responded with a smile.
"coming."
It was only now that Prime Minister Xie really paid attention to the person in front of him.
Swordsman of the Five Realms, male and female swordsmen, Liu Zhumo.
Liu Zhumo took off the silk crown on his head with both hands, then rolled up his cuffs, took out two long and short swords from his sleeves, and placed them gently on the table next to him.
One long and one short, one female and one male.
Xie Xiangcai felt that he looked familiar.
Liu Zhumo chuckled, murderous intent surging in his eyes.
"Han Wei, who was killed by you a long time ago, is my nephew."
The young man suddenly realized, his face calmed down, and he was quietly lucky.
Liu Zhumo is a martial artist in the Five Realms of Dzogchen.
At the same time, he is also a swordsman in the Dzogchen Realm.
The sun is male and the moon is female.
Those who fight against swords, thanks to their talent, are in the martial arts realm.
He is also a swordsman in the gold and silver realm.
Sword Storm.
Liu Zhumo holds the female sword named Moon in his left hand and the male sword named Sun in his right hand. The two swords do not need to be unsheathed because they have no sheaths and are nourished by the spiritual energy of the sun and moon.
The male sword is short and clumsy, while the female sword is long and elegant. The two complement each other's strengths and weaknesses. They can attack and defend, or advance and retreat.
Liu Zhumo twisted his neck and laughed loudly. The original power in his martial arts pulse pulsed into the sky, shaking the beam above his head and bursting open.
Opposite him, Xie Xiangcai clenched the hilt of his sword. The sword energy lingered on Fengyun Sword, condensing into a thin gauze garment that echoed with the light blue clouds above the martial arts hall.
When two people fight against each other with swords, they can decide victory or defeat, but also life and death.
Even though Xie Xiangcai didn't think so, Liu Zhumo seemed to have this idea.
Xiong Jianyue was the first to break away from the restraints of Liu Zhumo's palm, flying across the sky toward where the young man in front of him was standing, hitting the air along the way and emitting a dull sonic boom.
Xie Xiangcai held the sword in both hands. The sword was centered in front of his chest, and then he swung it downwards. A half-human tall sword shadow immediately took shape, and both sides of the sword shadow turned into a vacuum in an instant.
The rotation speed of the Xiongjian Sun instantly weakened under the squeeze of the vacuum, but the momentum was still terrifying.
The male sword weighs twenty-five kilograms, and coupled with the blessing of Liu Zhumo's original power, it has hundreds of kilograms of strength. The sword energy carried like this is even more incredible.
But at this moment, the swordsman he faced was not an ordinary person, but a disciple of Qingmeng City's Immortal Seat. At only sixteen years old, he was a cultivating monster who had become a fifth-level warrior. He was also among the top fifty on the martial arts list in Anqing City today. The existence of A.
Perhaps because he was a disciple of the Immortal Immortal, the young man did not feel that this series of achievements was extraordinary, so he continued to practice boxing and dance with the sword.
Why does the young man have to go to this martial arts gym today?
If you take a step back 10,000 steps, you'd say it's impulsive, but if you take a step back 10,000 steps, you'd still say it's impulsive.
He has been impulsive three times in his life. One was to steal a marriage in a fireworks building, and the other was to smash a Bodhisattva statue in anger.
The third one is full of energy and kicks into the martial arts gym.
This time it was for his fifth senior brother, for Murong Mingzhu, and for the peerless swordsman who died at a young age.
Today he must raise his senior brother's dragon-slaying sword high above his head, stand it on the highest point of the entire Anqing City, and tell the entire Anqing City and the entire Daqing Dynasty that his senior brother's name is Murong Mingzhu!
The sword is called Dragon Slayer!
You have mastered the swordsmanship, and you can slay the real dragon wherever there is a real dragon!
Fengyun Sword hit Xiong Jianri heavily, and the two swords touched each other and separated at the first touch.
The long sword twisted into an astonishing arc in Xie Xiangcai's palm, and then instantly returned to its original shape with the blessing of strength. Then he swung two more swords, and the sword energy turned into sword gangs and intertwined into a cross, grazing the ground towards the Liu Zhumo's chest was swept away.
Liu Zhumo snorted coldly, and quickly swept back with his toes on the ground. When his back touched the railing, he suddenly froze. In an instant, he kicked off the soles of his feet and hit Xie Xiangcai head-on. He ignored the cross sword gang and put the two swords in his hands side by side, with sword energy. Overflowing.
Xie Xiangcai's eyes narrowed slightly, and he jerked backwards with the soles of his feet on the ground. The Fengyun Sword in his hand was placed across his chest, and the sword energy condensed into a barrier, trying to slow down Liu Zhumo's speed.
The cross sword hit Liu Zhumo's front door, causing blood to drip instantly.
However, he didn't pay attention. His figure broke through the barrier, and the two juxtaposed swords fell towards the young man's chest one after another.
Xie Xiangcai turned sideways to dodge a fierce attack, then held the sword in his backhand and struck it behind him.
"boom--"
Fengyun Sword and Female Jianyue collided, and their energy suddenly surged, sending their figures flying dozens of steps in their direction.
Xie Xiangcai held his sword and took ten more steps back. Finally, he stabbed his sword into the ground to steady his steps.
Liu Zhumo showed his white teeth and raised his hand to wipe away the blood on his head.
"Ginger is still spicier than old, right?"
Xie Xiangcai pulled out the Fengyun Sword from the floor and waved it hard.
"Fuck your motherfucker."
After greeting her with mother, it was time for the young man to completely let go.
Xie Xiangcai flipped his wrist and shook out a few sword energy. He looked at Liu Zhumo and said, "This place is too small. Why don't you go out and fight?"
Liu Zhumo licked his lips and said, "It's not bad."
After the words fell, the two of them swept out of the martial arts hall and arrived at a building a dozen streets away.
Anqing City, Chaotian Pavilion.
The tallest building in Anqing City except the Temple of Heaven.
Xie Xiangcai and Liu Zhumo were separated on both sides, standing with swords in hand.
The crowd gathered outside the martial arts hall heard the sound and ran away. They saw two figures the size of fingernails facing each other in the distance on Chaotian Pavilion. They were shocked, and then they didn't know who took the lead in shouting. A moment later, the bustling crowd shouted and went to Chaotian Pavilion. Rushing in the direction where it is.
In today's battle, the swordsmen were on one side, Liu Zhumo, a male and female swordsman who had been famous in Anqing City for a long time, and the other was the Eighth Young Master of Qingmeng City.
One is a veteran master who has been in the world for thirty or forty years, and the other is a newbie who is not afraid of tigers.
For a time, the eyes of the common people and many experts in the entire imperial city focused on the two men.
They say they are two people, but they are actually looking at one person.
It's that tall figure.
The handsome young man wearing a green shirt, carrying a sword on his back and holding a long sword in his hand, stood in front of a swordsman who could slay a wolf without changing his expression.
A young man with beautiful face and beautiful hair, the eighth young master with clear wind and graceful appearance.
