Bailong Snow Waterfall in Yuxi Mountain.
Behind the waterfall, in the wide cave hidden.
Due to the formation seal set up by the sword god, the two people, who were forbidden to cultivate their inner strength and magical powers, decided the winner through a pure and extreme swordsmanship contest.
In the cave, except for Yu Youcong, everyone else is a "mortal" who does not possess any divine power and can only rely on technology and physical combat.
And those two swordsmanship monks with extremely high intelligence talents.
One through the innate "Supreme Eye" and the other through the body of innate enlightenment. Almost all of them learned the peak swordsmanship - "Victory Technique" after watching the Sword God's demonstration.
Afterwards, the two started fighting each other relying only on this newly learned swordsmanship technique.
There was no other external object or power to rely on, and all he could rely on was the sword in his hands and the swordsmanship he had just mastered for a while.
As a result, a "sword fight" ended, and the final words were drawn with the victory of the Sword Mad Dragon.
That tall old man with black robes like a black tower, with disheveled white hair, was after all the master of the White Dragon Sword Sect in the past, a swordsman madman who dominated Dongting Lake in Jiangnan Road. Inside, only swordsmanship can be relied upon, and nothing else can be relied upon.
But Long He, after all, had the experience of traveling in the world for more than sixty years. His actual combat experience and physical strength were all superior to that of the young man in green robes. He was so powerful that he had the potential to crush him.
Therefore, it was not that Ling Zhen's understanding was not good enough or that he could not learn the winning tactics quickly enough, but simply because Long He's talent was too high and he had overly sophisticated sword fighting skills and practical combat experience.
Ling Zhen's defeat is beyond reproach and can be described as inevitable cause and effect.
It is even possible that this young man, who is only twenty years old, can compete with Long He, who was once known as the "Kendo Madman", for more than sixty rounds over a cup of tea.
This is already something to be proud of, and it can prove that its endowment is extraordinary!
But of course the outcome of this competition will not change.
After less than seventy rounds in which offense and defense were exchanged, Ling Zhen missed and lost.
The young man's throat was pierced by the sharp edge of Yi Jian. It was not deep, only half an inch away.
There was a bright red blood flowing down from the breach, like a red snake, soaking through the collar of the green robe, quite eye-catching!
Fortunately, the old sword god had stipulated this battle in advance. The tree had set a requirement, and it could only be clicked to the point without hurting the opponent's life.
Otherwise, I am afraid that this sword will penetrate deeply into the vital part of the young man's throat, causing him to die on the spot and die.
"Son, you are dead."
Long He, who was holding the sword with one hand, spoke to the young man in green robe with a deep voice and sinister eyes.
This statement is indeed an ironclad fact!
Ling Zhen, whose throat was still stabbed by the gaseous blade, although he had been defeated and was in an embarrassing situation, still refused to lower his head, raised his neck, and his eyes remained young and unruly.
Although his defeat was already certain, he actually still wanted to say: "Kill me if you really have the ability."
But on second thought, I decided to forget it.
After all, his life now hangs in the hands of others, and the situation is critical.
As long as Long He, with his murderous intention, pushes the sharp blade in his hand forward a little, and completely penetrates the throat, his life will surely end in an instant!
Therefore, you should restrain yourself a little and don't irritate this swordsman madman with such worthless words.
After saying "You are dead", Long He acquiesced that he had won, and transformed the long sword in his hand into the shape of his natal sword. He instigated it with his mind and made it return to the sword aperture between his eyebrows as Zheng Zheng.
"Ye, stay safe again.
The injuries Ling Zhen suffered were actually quite minor. At most, they only bled a little, which was nothing to the eldest young master of the Ling family who was still physically strong.
Yu Youcong, the white-haired old man in a green shirt and carrying a sword, no longer watched from a high place, but reached the top of the altar. He stepped on the altar and came to Ling Zhen's side. He stretched out a palm and put it on the young man's shoulder. His inner breath flowed. , slowly transporting the healing Qinglong Qi to it.
The minor sword wound, which was not serious in the first place, quickly closed completely and no more blood flowed out.
After releasing his hand on Ling Zhen's shoulder, the old sword god surprisingly did not criticize or curse, and even smiled happily. Yu Youcong said: "It's okay, really. Your son just looked at it. After learning my new sword technique, I was able to fight like this with the man named Long. This battle situation has exceeded my expectations and deserves a few words of praise."
Ling Zhen, who was praised very rarely, had a smile on his face. He opened his mouth and said modestly: "The junior's qualifications are mediocre, mainly because the swordsmanship taught by the senior is too advanced and has reached the realm of perfection. The junior is just lucky enough to use it." One out of 10, I was lucky enough to use a few tricks to achieve this performance, I should never be arrogant."
Yu Youcong slapped Ling Zhen on the forehead, like knocking on a wooden fish, and laughed and scolded: "You bastard, I only praised you a few times, how much sunshine have I given you, and you have become such a virtuous person? "
Ling Zhen looked aggrieved.
I have clearly become so humble, so why do I still make the old sword god dissatisfied?
Yu Youcong took a few glances at Ling Zhen's facial expression, which became increasingly ominous. He squinted at the young man in green robes and said in a bad tone: "Isn't Long He like you, who has learned the sword from me?" Isn't it lawful? With only one-tenth of your strength, you can fight with this swordsman for more than sixty rounds with just a few sword moves? Then if you use all your strength, will you be able to fight continuously? Can you fight more than 600 rounds? If you put in a little more effort, can you still win? Is that what you mean? It’s really shameless."
Ling Zhen's face was particularly bitter, and he really felt bitter in his heart but couldn't express it.
Who meant this?
I am wronged!
After thinking for a moment, the young man was about to say something to try to save the situation. It was not too late to make amends.
But Yu Youcong didn't intend to give Ling Zhen this chance. He pointed at this "arrogant" bastard with his finger in the air, said "Shut up", and then turned towards Long He who was standing aside.
The sword god raised his head slightly and looked at the old man in black robes who was much taller than him. Yu Youcong said in an unquestionable tone: "Surnamed Long, you have learned my swordsmanship. As a price, you need Do something for me."
Sword Kuang Long He only hoped that he could regain his freedom and leave this cave paradise that had imprisoned him for many years like a cage. The big white-haired man with wide eyes and a hooked nose asked in a very excited tone: "What's the matter? As long as I, Long He, can accomplish it, no matter what the Fish Sword God orders, I will do my best no matter what!"
Looking at the burly old man in front of him who rarely called himself "I", Yu Youcong, who also had white hair, sneered a few times, his words were sharp and merciless, "What? Do you think I will let him go?" Are you going out? Go and have a sweet dream! I want you to be a sparring partner for this bastard, and you will have to practice with him for more than three hours at a time."
When Yu Youcong said his last words.
The person pointing the finger was none other than Young Master Ling, the young master in green robe who was ordered to "shut up".
Long He, who was known as a madman, took a few glances at his defeated general. His eyes were extremely complicated and quite...sad.
When I think about the days that follow, I will have to practice sword fighting with this guy every time. It is certainly boring and not fun at all.
But no matter what, it is better to fight with someone here than to sit in seclusion and act like a walking corpse like the living dead.
"What are you thinking about?"
Yu Youcong frowned and asked displeasedly, "I'm talking to you, but you should be silent! Do you understand the rules?"
The white-haired old man Long He, who was as tall as a black tower, let out a long sigh at this moment. He, who was extremely tall, lowered his head, with his white hair hanging down. He nodded helplessly and said in a deep voice: "Okay, just sparring. I do not mind."
Is there some kind of kendo madman who dominates the martial arts world?
She has clearly been completely "tamed" and is no different from a sensible and obedient Jia Biyu.
Yu Youcong chuckled and hummed, indicating that it was not bad. Then, the old sword god spread out one of his palms.
Suddenly, a colorful air ball that was very familiar to Ling Zhen appeared on the palm of his hand.
This energy is composed of strands of sharp sword energy. Its color is black and white and chaotic, and sometimes it changes into a colorful state at an extremely fast speed.
It's extremely mysterious and strange, and elusive!
As the old sword god suddenly threw the air ball in his palm high, he saw a slender woman in white, with an extremely embarrassed posture, quickly appeared from it, and fell heavily from the mid-air.
The whole body of the extremely alluring snow-dressed body hit the altar quite heavily, and with a "bang", she fell down on the altar, unable to stand up.
This look makes people feel distressed and pity suddenly arise after seeing it.
Yu Youcong squinted his eyes and looked at the woman with disheveled hair lying on the bed. There was no evil or lewd intention in his eyes. He just sneered and asked, "Do you feel good?"
