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Above Chaotian Pavilion, two figures faced each other in the air.
Liu Zhumo's hands naturally hung on both sides of his thighs, and his eyes were drooped, with murderous intent brewing in his half-open eyes.
Xie Xiangcai gently brushed off the dust on the sword body with his hand, and casually pulled out a sword flower, which floated in the air with the breeze.
The streets under Chaotian Pavilion, and even the streets a few miles away, were crowded with people at this moment. Everyone stood on tiptoes to look at the battle at the top of the attic, anticipating how fierce this swordsman duel would be.
Liu Zhumo chuckled, raised his head suddenly, and two sword energy burst out from his eyes.
Xie Xiangcai raised his palm lightly and heard a crisp "ding" sound. The two sword energies were resisted by Fengyun Sword.
Then he let out a long breath and took the lead in taking steps to launch the offensive.
Following the exclamation from the sharp-eyed people in the crowd, the battle above Chaotian Pavilion was about to break out.
Outside the Fifth Ring Road of Anqing City, in the open area bordering the suburbs, countless sects that have been squatting for a long time are almost coming out of their nests. Some are riding fast, some are flying close to the ground, some are flying with swords, some are flying together, and some are falling in the sky. On the tops of the buildings outside the pavilion, sometimes with their sleeves in their sleeves, sometimes with their hands behind their backs, they looked at the battle situation with swords and energy in that direction.
Outside the city gate, the soldiers and horses slowly stopped. The burly general riding at the front of the army was stunned for a moment when he felt the sword energy in the distant sky. Then he turned over and dismounted, passing through countless streets, and finally stopped at the top of a high pavilion. He looked intently at the figure in green shirt who kept swinging his sword, his eyes filled with surprise.
"Damn it, is this my junior brother?"
The fourth son, Huo Changqing.
Commander-in-Chief of the Southwest Border Army of the Daqing Dynasty, a fourth-grade military attaché.
At the corner of the street, a carriage sped out, breaking up the crowd and stopping outside Chaotian Pavilion where the view was most open.
The young girl in brocade attire covered her face and dismounted from her horse. She stood on tiptoe and looked at the young man in green shirt at the top of the high pavilion, her eyes full of admiration.
"Your Highness, let's take a look and then go back to the palace."
Beside the girl, the young eunuch was quietly wary of his surroundings and whispered softly.
The girl rolled her eyes at him, and then shifted her gaze to the top of Chaotian Pavilion again.
Song Changkun, who was in seclusion for his luck, was also rushing out of the courtyard at this moment. His sword was hovering in mid-air, looking at the battle situation there, and he was amazed.
In the entire palace, fully half of the top fifty swordsmen, swordsmen, and archers with guns and arrows among the top fifty came out of the stone room where they were sitting cross-legged, either wielding a sword, flying in the air, riding a horse, or riding a horse. Hiding behind the crowd, he concentrated on feeling the two different sword auras crisscrossing the sky.
This battle will determine the outcome, determine life and death, and determine the future direction of one or even several sword veins in Anqing City and even the entire Daqing.
Liu Zhumo has been entrenched in Anqing City for decades and has more than dozens of disciples and grandsons. At this moment, his direct disciples and even the most outstanding among his disciples came out with swords in almost all numbers, and gathered around to watch in shock.
They had never imagined that the person who was going to swordfight with their master and ancestor was actually a young man of such age.
Wearing bright clothes and angry horses, holding swords in the air.
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In the battle circle, the green-shirted young man shuttled back and forth among the vast rivers formed by the vast sword energy. His clothes were torn open with countless finger-sized holes as he dodged sideways again and again, and the skin under the outer clothes was covered. There are scars.
Not only did the two have a small gap in martial arts, but the same was true in their swordsmanship. It would be extremely difficult for Xie Xiangcai to defeat the other.
Some people in the crowd outside Chaotian Pavilion changed their expressions and spoke in a deep voice.
"No, this boy is at a disadvantage!"
The male and female sword sect disciples breathed a long sigh of relief upon seeing this, and the expressions on their cheeks gradually turned into contempt.
A young boy wants to fight with my master?
Delusion!
In front of the carriage, Zhao Heyue's pretty face turned pale. She clenched her fists, turned her head and whispered to the young internal officer beside her, "If my master can't hold on any longer, take action immediately. Don't say another word to me." , I mean we must take action!”
The internal officer frowned, but still nodded slightly.
In the middle of the sky, a young monk stepped into the void, holding one hand upright on his chest, closing his eyes and silently reciting scriptures.
In mid-air, Xie Xiangcai's figure fell rapidly. When he was about to land in Chaotian Pavilion, his palm suddenly reached out and grabbed the crest on the top of the pavilion, and then he stabilized his body.
Seeing this, Liu Zhumo took advantage of the victory and pursued him. When Xie Xiangcai let go of his sword, he jumped out like an arrow. The cold light above the female sword's moon shone brightly, with the intention of taking the opponent's life.
The young man turned over and returned to the original place. Before he could stand firm, a cold light hit his face.
At this moment, he didn't have a sword in his hand, and he also didn't have time to pull out the Dragon-Slaying Sword behind his back.
Outside the Chaotian Pavilion battle circle, everyone sighed.
A young swordsman genius seemed to be about to perish here.
Song Changkun was hovering in mid-air, Huo Changqing was standing in the corner of the street, and Monk Pudu was stepping into the void. The three of them were ready to attack.
The corners of Liu Zhumo's mouth turned upward, and the tip of the sword quickly approached Xie Xiangcai's chest.
The young man's expression changed, but now there was no way to retreat.
When I was practicing boxing at a young age, my ancestor once said that a pure martial artist has his head in the sky and his feet on the ground. He is alone and does not rely on anything in the world. When fighting against others, he is not afraid of punching and does not look forward or backward. Therefore, he punches without fear and leaves no room for punches.
Ever since I started practicing swordplay as a young boy, I have always felt that when I draw the sword in a fight, I get the best feeling, and only when I draw the sword can I really let go.
In fact, he has always forgotten that he started practicing boxing when he was young, no matter the cold or heat, no matter the blood and sweat, step by step from childhood to adulthood.
Only when you practice boxing like this can you truly be called a pure martial artist.
A pure martial artist can still punch without a sword, and he can still fight off powerful enemies with all his strength.
At this moment, Prime Minister Xie suddenly raised his head, a bright golden light flashed in his eyes, and then he punched out without hesitation.
This punch caused the clouds in the sky to retreat one after another, and the sunlight that was originally blocked by the clouds poured down, making the streets for dozens of miles in radius shine with golden light.
I have a punch, like the rising sun.
Just such a punch, containing all the energy of a martial artist in the Harmony Realm, hit the tip of the long sword hard, knocking back Liu Zhumo who was holding the female sword moon for dozens of steps, and almost fell to the sky. Pavilion.
Everyone was shocked!
"Oh my god, the boy actually punched!"
"This punch actually directly knocked back Liu Zhumo who used his killing move."
"Why does the style of this punch look like a pure martial artist?"
When everyone was talking about it, Prime Minister Xie turned around, pulled out the Fengyun Sword embedded in the stone wall not far away, wiped off the dust on it, flicked his wrist, looked at Liu Zhumo with a faint smile, "Sorry , it seems that I am not just a sword cultivator."
What a "not just a swordsman".
Don’t forget, I’m still a martial artist!
What martial artist?
Pure martial arts!
Xie Xiangcai put the Fengyun sword in his hand back into the scabbard on his waist. Seeing that his clothes were in tatters, he simply tore them off, revealing his slender and strong figure. He then raised his fists and placed them back and forth, forming a boxing frame.
The Seventh Brother's natural method said that all things are dependent on each other, so each one needs its own nourishment to succeed.
However, there is another great law in the world, which is completely natural and does not depend on all things.
This is where pure martial arts lies, just punching, regardless of victory or defeat, life or death.
This is also the purpose of my ancestor’s teaching of boxing when I was young.
A pure martial artist relies on nothing, not relying on swords, knives, guns, or any weapons, so there are no restrictions on punches, no fear in punches, and lawlessness in punches.
Liu Zhumo's face was gloomy, he changed the order of his front and back hands, and held his sword in front. Although the sword energy was heavy, it was powerful, trying to suppress Xie Xiangcai's fist intention with the sword energy.
Xie Xiangcai waved his hands and just punched.
In an instant, there was no cloud in the sky for dozens of miles, except for the fist wind that condensed in the air one after another.
The young man stepped down heavily with the soles of his feet, followed the rules, first moved his legs, and then punched. His fists separated as soon as they touched each other. Then he reversed the situation and put his fists together and pushed out with force.
The intention of the fist is to open mountains.
Yu Pu, who was in mid-air, clasped his hands together and smiled happily.
This is the top-ranked boxing technique among the monks’ housekeeping boxing. It is so powerful that it is like opening a mountain, hence its name.
Kaishanquan.
Liu Zhumo's fists were facing each other, and the blades of the two long and short swords in his hands rubbed against each other, and they were immediately staggered.
"bluff!"
He shouted loudly, rose up from the ground and shot straight into the sky, then stepped into the void with one foot, briefly staying for a few breaths, and then swooped down with two swords in hand, intending to take Xie Xiangcai's head.
Xie Xiangcai deflected his fists and struck towards the top of his head.
The fists are full of energy, competing with the sharp sword energy above their heads.
The two were in a stalemate for a long time, and finally both disappeared.
Liu Zhumo's eyes changed, and he fell to the ground, blocking his chest with his two swords.
The situation has turned and times have changed.
Everyone thought that the boy who lost the sword would be vulnerable, but they didn't expect that the boy who lost the sword would truly show his full strength.
In mid-air, the shadows of fists and swords intertwined and pulled each other, sometimes blending and dissipating, sometimes each occupying half of the sky.
Whenever the shadow of the fist and the shadow of the sword disappear completely, it is the time when the young man and the swordsman collide with each other.
This battle was so hearty that the people watching cheered.
However, while the laymen were cheering, the martial arts masters were frowning.
The sect's talkers, the chief eunuchs, and the experts on the master list all felt relieved and secretly sweated.
Is this a fucking boy of sixteen or seventeen?
Are these the fucking fists and kicks of a warrior in the Perfect Realm?
In the Temple of Heaven, Hu Jie, who had been silent for a long time, just now relaxed his brows, but the smile on his cheeks was a little weak.
He raised his eyes slightly and looked at the old master with a complex expression, and his words seemed to be answering the other party's previous questions.
"Because he is my close disciple, the eighth son of Qingmeng City."
He is not just a swordsman.
He is also a martial artist.
I have a punch, and like the sun rising, anyone who sees my punch will be defeated.
