After a long time, high in the sky, two figures like giant swords moved.
"Yan Lingyun, you are worthy of being my opponent, Qin Qiuhan, and you really did not disappoint me." Qin Qiuhan spoke first. Although his eyes were still low and cold, they also contained a trace of respect.
"Qin Qiuhan, you are also very powerful. If this world didn't have you, I'm afraid I would feel lonely." Yan Lingyun twitched the corners of his mouth and responded with a faint smile.
He and Qin Qiuhan, one is the saint in the sword, and the other is the devil in the sword.
Although the two have completely different personalities, different stances, and even hostility, they do understand each other best.
Sometimes, communication between swords and minds can penetrate a person's heart better than ordinary communication.
To put it simply, Yan Lingyun and Qin Qiuhan are both enemies and confidants!
Nie Tian looked at the two people in the sky, smiled lightly, and said, "These two are really interesting. They almost killed each other just now, but now they feel sympathy for each other."
"Yan Lingyun, to be honest, your strength and mine are between the two, but I, Qin Qiuhan, must compete with you today." At this time, Qin Qiuhan spoke again, with a cold light in his eyes.
"Qin Qiuhan, do you want to fight again?" Yan Lingyun was stunned for a moment, but of course he would not back down and said directly: "If you want to fight, I will accompany you to the end!"
"I want to fight, but it's not a fight between you and me." Qin Qiuhan smiled, with a strange look in his eyes, and shouted directly: "Tianni!"
As soon as the voice fell, a figure appeared, like a sword light, and came directly to Qin Qiuhan's side in less than the blink of an eye.
This is a black-clothed swordsman, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and handsome and angular features.
He is very young, looking only in his twenties, but his actual age should be around a thousand years old.
A thousand years old is really very young for a god-level warrior.
However, his strength is very astonishing. He is actually at the peak level of the Supreme God, and with mysterious sword intent surging around him, he is obviously a very terrifying swordsman.
"Teacher." The swordsman in black bowed slightly to Qin Qiuhan and shouted respectfully.
Qin Qiuhan nodded, then looked at Yan Lingyun with extremely provocative eyes and said, "Yan Lingyun, this is my disciple, Yin Tianni."
"Tian Ni has met Master Lingyun Sword Master." Immediately, Yin Tian Ni smiled faintly at Yan Lingyun. Although his tone was respectful, he did not make any move, did not bow, but stood there very calmly.
This attitude is already too much for a kendo senior like Yan Lingyun.
"Qin Qiuhan, you have indeed accepted a good disciple, with amazing talent and amazing strength." Yan Lingyun did not care about Yin Tianni's attitude, but looked at Qin Qiuhan and said with a faint smile: "You suddenly called out your disciple, in the end What do you want to do?"
The corner of Qin Qiuhan's mouth twitched in a strange arc and said: "Yan Lingyun, because of your existence, I, Qin Qiuhan, cannot become the first swordsman of the frozen ruins. Since I cannot become the first swordsman, then I have to let my disciple become the first swordsman." The one with the sword.”
"We can't tell the winner between you and me, so let's let our disciples fight on behalf of our master. How about using the disciple's victory or defeat to decide who is first and who is second between us?"
After saying that, Qin Qiu looked at Yan Lingyun coldly, the provocation in his eyes becoming even stronger.
"Huh?" When Yan Lingyun heard Qin Qiuhan's words, he couldn't help but frown and his face became gloomy.
In the world of martial arts, the most important thing is the relationship between master and disciple.
In many cases, master and apprentice are better than father and son.
It is rare for a disciple to fight on behalf of his master, but it is not uncommon either.
Yan Lingyun really didn't expect that Qin Qiuhan would suddenly act like this today.
In fact, Qin Qiuhan was right, it was indeed difficult for the two of them to decide the outcome.
Letting the disciples fight on behalf of the master is a way to win or lose.
But it is a pity that Yan Lingyun only accepted one disciple in his life, which was Feng Chi's eldest brother, Feng Xiu.
Unfortunately, Feng Xiu was not here at this time.
However, Yan Lingyun himself knew that even if Feng Xiu was here, he would not be Yin Tianni's opponent in front of him.
Feng Xiu's talent and strength were considered to be at the genius level, but compared to Yin Tianni, they seemed to be far behind.
Yin Tianni's swordsmanship talent is definitely rare if you look at the entire frozen ruins.
The crowd below heard Qin Qiuhan's words and started talking one after another.
"It is indeed a good idea for a disciple to fight on behalf of a master, but the disciples of Lingyun Sword Master may not be around."
"The disciple of Master Wu-Self Sword Demon has a very strong sword intention. He is a top swordsman at first glance. Even if Master Lingyun Sword Master's disciple is here, I am afraid he will lose."
"The Selfless Sword Demon has obviously thought about it a long time ago and has been waiting for this moment. How despicable!"
The chatter of the crowd reached Qin Qiuhan's ears, but it did not affect his mood at all.
What he wanted was the name of the number one swordsman, and he wanted to hear Yan Lingyun admit defeat. As for what method he used, he didn't care.
"Yan Lingyun, don't you dare to accept the challenge?" Seeing that Yan Lingyun didn't speak for a long time, Qin Qiuhan laughed and said coldly: "You still think that your disciple is not as good as mine."
Yan Lingyun looked very embarrassed. Qin Qiuhan forced him in public because he wanted to embarrass him.
"Yan Lingyun, if your disciple dare not accept the challenge, you can just admit defeat." Then, Qin Qiuhan's provocative voice sounded again, very proud and arrogant.
Yan Lingyun frowned tightly, his face uncertain.
When Nie Tian saw this scene, he couldn't help but frown, his face speechless.
After all, Qin Qiuhan is also a swordsman master, so how can he play such a childish trick?
"The number one swordsman, the number one swordsman." On the side, Lord Qi Jue Swordsman chuckled and said, "For this title, Qin Qiuhan really worked hard and racked his brains."
"Is a mere name that important?" Nie Tian's eyes narrowed and he said with a puzzled look on his face.
"It's just a name?" Qi Jue Sword Lord was stunned for a moment, then let out a weird cry, looked at Nie Tian with a look of disbelief, and said, "Boy, you said it so easily. That name is the number one swordsman! Let me ask you. , which swordsman doesn’t want to be the number one swordsman in the world?”
"People like Yan Lingyun and Qin Qiuhan, who are only one step away from being number one, value this title so much that ordinary people can't understand it."
"It is no exaggeration to say that if Qin Qiuhan could get the title of No. 1 Swordsman, he would probably be willing to let him die the next day!"
"..." Nie Tian was even more speechless when he saw Qi Jue Sword Master's exaggerated appearance.
It seems that the gap between his concepts and these strong men is really big.
Compared with vain fame, Nie Tian valued interests more.
If there is no actual benefit, he will not take the title of First Swordsman if given to him, it will only increase his worries.
"Yan Lingyun, as far as I know, you only have one disciple, who seems to be from the Feng family." At this time, Qin Qiuhan's provocative voice sounded again, and he said madly: "I have seen that disciple of yours, and his talent in swordsmanship does not count. They are nothing more than scum, compared to my disciples, they are nothing but heaven and earth."
"To put it bluntly, my disciple is the dragon of the abyss, and your disciple is the little loach in the stinking ditch. So you should just admit defeat."
When Yan Lingyun heard Qin Qiuhan's words, he frowned and looked downcast.
"Really?" At this moment, a cold voice rang.
Immediately, a figure appeared next to Yan Lingyun.
"Huh?" Nie Tian's eyes narrowed and he looked over suddenly, his face suddenly darkened.
That figure was none other than Feng Chi!
