Hu Long really seemed to be embracing an endless mountain. He moved the Songyang Iron Sword in his hand slowly and swiftly in front of him, creating an indestructible golden city iron wall in front of him.
Lu Fengxian danced the silver halberd that soared into the sky into hundreds of dragons, screaming and twisting from all directions to shoot at Hu Long, who could only move within a three-foot radius.
The silver halberd and the iron sword engaged in numerous fierce and stormy confrontations three feet away from Hu Yuan. The high-pitched clashing of gold and iron and the dull sound of clashing energy were heard continuously.
The dissipated true energy was like a raging torrent, destroying everything within a few feet. The surface of the brick floor and pillar walls were covered with pits and scratches of varying depths.
A Fei and Zhu Houzhao, who were at the hall door, had nowhere to hide and had to hide in the living room and hide behind the window to continue watching the battle.
As for Guo Songyang, he never stepped out of the hall door or even looked outside.
The reason why he was like this was because he was unwilling to pry into Hu Long's reality before fighting, thus destroying "fairness", which showed the open-mindedness of a generation of heroes.
Ordinary warriors often say "defending for a long time will lead to defeat", but they often forget that "attacking for a long time will lead to defeat".
As the attacking party, the consumption of skill is undoubtedly much higher than that of the defensive party.
If he can take advantage of his initiative and force the opponent to reveal his flaws before his attack wanes, he will be sure to win; otherwise, his opponent, who is waiting for work, will take advantage of his declining skills and weakened momentum to switch from defense to offense, turning the tide of the battle.
Lu Fengxian was really amazing, he could maintain full offensive output within three hundred moves.
If it were another opponent, even Guo Songyang sitting in the hall would never be able to withstand the three hundred attacks of Lu Fengxian's silver halberd with a simple defensive stance.
However, the foundation accumulated by Hu Yuan in his two lives was too strong, and he himself was born with supernatural powers and psychic abilities. He actually withstood these three hundred wild attacks without revealing any flaws with his sword-protecting skills that evolved into mountains.
For Lu Fengxian, these three hundred moves are also a limit. After passing this limit, his offensive will inevitably begin to decline.
Although this decline is not obvious, the weight of money is enough to destroy the balance of the scale.
Hu Long keenly sensed this change in the opponent's momentum, and suddenly let out a roar like spring thunder in his mouth. He used the "Songyang Iron Sword" in his hand for the first time to attack, raising it high and slashing down with force.
The force of this sword is like a mountain collapsing, and its power is like a celestial pillar. The force of the sword covers a space of several feet, making it impossible for the opponent to avoid it.
Lu Fengxian also had no intention of retreating. His halberd technique was consistent with his personality, and he never retreated.
As his eyes opened angrily and he shouted fiercely, the silver halberd danced like a dragon, facing Hu Long's heavy sword like a mountain.
one strike! Hit again! Three strikes!
After three deafening sounds, a ray of silver light shot up into the sky, tumbling in the air for more than ten weeks before falling straight down. It pierced the floor tiles with a "crack" and was inserted upside down in the courtyard. It was none other than Lu Fengxian's Marquis Wen's silver halberd.
Lu Fengxian was silent for a long time, and finally, with a hint of unwillingness and loneliness, he raised his hands to Hu Yuan and said: "Taoist Master took three hundred moves from me, but he defeated me with only three moves. I admire you!"
Hu Yuan held his sword and returned the salute: "If I didn't have the momentum of those three hundred moves, I wouldn't be lucky enough to succeed in these three moves. Give in!"
Then Lu Fengxian did not go to pick up the silver halberd and moved back into the hall. Hu Long handed the "Songyang Iron Sword" back to Guo Songyang who strode out of the hall.
Guo Songyang put the sword back into its sheath. He held the sheath with his left hand and hung it by his side. The five fingers of his right hand seemed to be hanging on the other side. He looked at Hu Long and asked: "The Taoist Master returned the sword to Guo, but what weapon do you plan to use?" ?”
Hu Long smiled calmly and said: "Isn't there a ready-made one here?"
As he spoke, he walked to the side of the silver halberd stuck in the courtyard. He reached out and pulled it out, then lifted it up and carried it behind his back.
Guo Songyang's eyes narrowed and he sighed: "Taoist Master has already defeated Wenhou Silver Halberd with Songyang Iron Sword. If you defeat Songyang Iron Sword with Wenhou Silver Halberd again, Guo will really admire you to the point of falling to the ground!"
Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly rushed forward like an arrow from the string, the sheathed long sword in his left hand turned behind his back, and his right hand also reached behind him.
The "Songyang Iron Sword" that was unsheathed turned into a bolt of black lightning, following a weird and unpredictable trajectory, and struck down in the air, stabbing Hu Long's throat in an instant.
The silver halberd that Hu Yuan had been carrying behind his back suddenly appeared in front of him. The halberd spun sharply in the palms of his hands. The sharp blade and the crescent-shaped twigs on the side turned into a terrifying vortex that could swallow up and crush everything, and wrapped around the thorn. The iron sword to the throat.
"good!"
Guo Songyang suddenly let out a loud roar like a thunderbolt, and the sword in his hand turned into a thorn, and using the momentum of his retreat, he rounded it up and used it as a knife to chop at the top of Hu Yuan's head. The force of the sword was so majestic and powerful, compared to the one used by Hu Yuan to defeat Lu Fengxian just now. The chop was spot-on.
Hu Long flew back like a gust of wind, and the silver halberd in his hand drew a series of circles connected end to end in front of him, leaving behind invisible whirlpools that contained the power of lateral traction.
Guo Songyang knew that although his sword power could cut through these whirlpools of true energy, it would also consume most of the momentum, making it difficult for him to pose a threat to Hu Yuan.
The "Songyang Iron Sword" suddenly regenerated and changed, like a soft willow branch dancing in the warm spring breeze. It seemed to be spiritually following the direction of the movement of the vortexes of true energy, and moved from every direction without any force. The only static core point of a true energy vortex passes through.
Seeing that the opponent's swordsmanship could calmly control all the changes in the universe, such as speed, weight, yin and yang, hardness and softness, Hu Yuan was amazed and felt endless fighting spirit, and the silver halberd in his hand evolved and changed endlessly.
In Lu Fengxian's hands, this silver halberd was like an angry dragon that turned the river upside down.
In Hu Long's hands, using the all-encompassing "Eight Methods of Drunken Dreams and Returning to Hiding", it turned into a real dragon that could soar and change.
It can be big, it can be small, it can rise, it can hide.
The big one is like thousands of thunders surrounding its body, moving clouds and rain, dominating the world; the small one is hidden in the palm of the hand, dense and delicate, twisting and turning every inch.
When it rises, it soars above the nine heavens, striking the sky; when it rises, it lurks under the waves, playing with the undercurrents.
One hundred moves, two hundred moves, three hundred moves...
The swords and halberds become more and more strange and strange.
Suddenly, a high-pitched golden iron cry went straight into the sky, and then a black light flew sideways, piercing the wall more than ten feet away without a straight handle.
Guo Songyang, who had no sword in his hand, shook his head and smiled bitterly. He cupped his hands towards Hu Long on the opposite side and said, "Four hundred and thirteen moves, I admire you!"
Hu Long smiled with an indescribable heartiness and said: "Today's two battles are really enjoyable. I should drink three hundred cups to celebrate!"
Guo Songyang's face, which looked like it was made of steel, suddenly showed a smile: "Can Taoist priests also drink alcohol?"
Hu Long said proudly: "Pin Tao has three major hobbies in his life - understanding martial arts, studying medicine and poisoning, and drinking fine wine. When it comes to martial arts, there are not many people in this world who can compete with Pindao; if we talk about the two skills of medicine and poison, then Perhaps only the deceased wife can compete with Pindao; as for drinking, it is not Pindao who is arrogant, and there is no one like him in the world!"
Guo Songyang said: "In this case, Guo needs to learn some lessons again."
Lu Fengxian, who was on the side, was not to be outdone: "Lv has never been weaker than anyone else in his life, not only in martial arts but also in drinking!"
The three of them looked at each other and suddenly laughed together.
