The Most Powerful Young Man

The fists and swords are connected, and there is no spark in the collision between the inner strength and the Yuanli. However, with Xiao Yao and Changjianxing as the center, the air movement speed has been significantly accelerated, turning into a turbulent stream, although there is no There was a slight wave of waves, but I could hear the turbulent waves hitting the shore again.

The swords of the long sword line left countless afterimages.

A hundred sword lights, a thousand sword lights, and 10,000 sword lights struck Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao sneered, and his body moved quickly, leaving countless afterimages in the air.

The same one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand.

However, looking at it from the bottom of the mountain, there are always two figures on the mountain, without the slightest change.

It's just a black shadow moving fast, nothing more.

Long Jianxing’s expression became a bit exaggerated. He couldn’t believe his eyes anymore. He saw so many Xiao Yao that, facing such a cold smile, a shadow was almost formed in his heart. The sword doesn't know where it should go!

On the forehead, a layer of fine sweat beads.

He was almost unable to hold the long sword in his hand, as if the sword might be thrown out at any time-sweat beaded in his palm.

His speed is getting slower and slower, but there is no trace of fear on his face. Until the last moment, no one dared to assert that who lost. Long Jianxing still has enough confidence in him. He believes that as long as he can calm down, he will definitely find a chance. After all, this is a fate fight, even if he is standing at a disadvantage now? What's more, he still has a killer move. As long as he can make Xiao Yao arrogant and start to attack frantically, his chance will come...

However, Long Jianxing became more and more uncomfortable. He originally thought that Xiao Yao would strike while the iron was hot, seize the opportunity that he had fallen into the wind, and rushed forward.

But Xiao Yao didn't. His moves and footwork still have traces to follow. This is a kind of stability. Long Swordsman gave a wry smile. He felt that he still underestimated this young man. His heart was too calm. It was like an ancient lake without any waves. Even if he threw a stone in, he couldn't be radical. What kind of waves.

Long Sword Trade wants to curse, is this guy really only in his twenties? He couldn't believe it if he was killed! What about young and vigorous? It is said that the newborn calves are not afraid of tigers? This is different from what the book says!

Xiao Yao might be a little anxious at first, but his reason was not swallowed by the killing intent in his heart.

On the contrary, he did not dare to despise the long sword line. Because he understands that under such circumstances, to despise an opponent who is not weaker than himself is to give the opponent a chance. The opponent is Zhuge Burning the sky. Even if he has the upper hand now, he may not be invincible. How can he be anxious?

Besides, above this mountain, the scenery is beautiful, the air is fresh, and the moonlight is just right. What is missing now is a jug of wine and a moon cake.

Why is Xiao Yao worried?

There is always a smile on his face, because he understands that if he is not in a hurry, then the swordsman must be in a hurry.

Isn't it a very pleasant thing to be able to watch the opponent anxiously and angry? Anyway, he himself thought so, and as to whether Long Sword Trade would also think so—Xiao Yao felt that he should not ask at this time.

The sword shadows are getting faster and faster and denser, Xiao Yao is not in a hurry, and is parrying each other.

Zhuge Fentian's brows wrinkled tightly.

He is not the layman at the bottom of the mountain, he only knows how to make a fool of himself.

For a long time, there was a bitter smile on his face, and he shook his head: "It seems that the Divine Punishment Sword should not be given to him..."

If Long Jianxing heard what Zhuge Fentian was saying now, he would definitely cry out immediately.

He didn't know that Zhuge Fentian was watching this competition. Even if he knew, he didn't have time to think about anything at this time. His head was that big, and now he just wondered what to do to drive Xiao Yao into madness. , And then give yourself a chance.

As for other things, he really has no time to think about it!

He wanted to win too much, and he didn't have the courage to lose!

Swing a sword, and then make up another sword.

With this sword, the angle was extremely tricky, Xiao Yao frowned, and he stepped back a few steps, unable to continue pressing the opponent.

"Damn you!" Long Jianxing glared at Xiao Yao, gritted his teeth and said.

The corner of his mouth overflowed with blood. He was hit by Xiao Yao's fist earlier, and he felt as if his own lungs were about to explode immediately.

Xiao Yao's appearance is not that good-looking either. There have been several cuts in his clothes, and the blood is dripping on his arms, but it won't cause much influence on him.

Standing in front of him is a long swordsman, not an ordinary person, Xiao Yao wants to be relaxed? You can only think about it.

"You don't know how many times you have said this sentence, Long Jianxing, I am very curious to ask you, have you never gone to school? Just those few sentences over and over again, I will be very annoying if you are not annoying. "Xiao Yao buttoned his ears and said.

His appearance looks very relaxed, but as for whether it is as relaxed as he looks on the surface, only Xiao Yao himself knows.

This is indeed a very difficult opponent, even now, Xiao Yao can't guarantee that he will stand in the end.

Suddenly, Long Jianxing moved again.

Perhaps he also realized that it was impossible to take advantage of his mouth, and continuing to talk to Xiao Yao would only destroy his own state of mind. Therefore, his body moved, and his body moved wherever the wind was blowing, as if he was a feather, and a breeze could hold him up.

Xiao Yao's brows wrinkled again, his eyes were fixed on the moving sword line, and his eyelids jumped.

He could feel that the wisps of energy between the heavens and the earth were gathering towards the long sword line. In the end, his body became a wind eye, his surroundings seemed to become a vacuum state, and the sword light still flickered under the bright moon. As he swung a sword, the fallen leaves and dead grass under his feet also flew up, as if being poured into life, flesh and blood.

Xiao Yao took a deep breath, not daring to approach rashly.

"This grandson, do you want to zoom in on the move?" Xiao Yao muttered, and the Yuan Li in his body started to work again.

The whole world was quiet at this moment.

Zhuge Fentian, who was standing on another mountain, suddenly turned ugly.

"Could it be that the long swordsmanship has really been forced to go back?" Zhuge Fentian said in his mouth, but his body had already moved towards Potian Peak.

And Qin Naohui and Chu Ciqiong also put down the telescopes in their hands, with solemn expressions.

"It's the end." Qin Naohui said.

"Do you think who will win in the end?" Chu Ciqiong asked.

"I don't know." Qin Naohui shook his head, "In the beginning, I thought the Long Sword Trade would definitely stand to the end, but now I don't dare to think so. Look at the Long Sword Trade, look at his appearance, Don’t you think he’s jumping over a wall like a dog? Although I am not that expert, I can see that there is no way to go back in the long-sword industry."

Chu Ciqiong smiled.

Geng Lei, who had been standing at the back of the two of them, handing over tea, suddenly spoke.

"Long Swordsmanship will either win or die." Geng Lei said.

The gazes of Qin Naohui and Chu Ciqiong naturally gathered on his face.

"What do you mean?" Chu Ciqiong asked.

"Autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves. This is Zhuge Fentian's ultimate move. The reason Zhuge Fentian was able to win the Thunder in the first place was that he could use this technique to gain the upper hand. It's just that with the current strength of the sword, he can control This move shows 30% of the strength, even if it is very good." Geng Lei said with a wry smile, "When this move is used up, all the internal energy in his body will dry up in a short time. As long as Xiao Yao still has combat power, he Can kill him."

"..." Qin Naohui and Chu Ciqiong both had their faces full of consternation. After a long time, they nodded.

"Zhangjianxing has too many things on his back." Chu Ciqiong sighed, and the smile on his face was also a bit bitter.

"Yeah, he has too many things on his back, and he is overwhelmed by the pressure, but who is not carrying something on his back? It is not easy to put it down, even Zhuge Burning the sky, it may not be able to do it. Put all the things on your shoulders down, right? If he can really put them down, he won't stay in Kyoto now." Qin Naohui said with squinting eyes...

Po Tianfeng.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger.

Xiao Yao was still standing in the gusty wind, his body was like a heavy rock, not moving at all.

However, his expression looked more solemn, and there were countless nerves in his ears and told him that it was dangerous, very dangerous!

The speed of the long sword movement is getting faster and faster, even Xiao Yao can't catch the figure of the long sword.

Almost to the extreme!

A sense of oppression made Xiao Yao almost out of breath.

That kind of oppression, from the outside to the inside, and then from the inside to the outside, iterates over and over again, and it keeps running, and it is hard to let go.

"This guy, are you planning to make a desperate bet with Lao Tzu?" Xiao Yao snorted coldly, his sharp eyes as if gleaming in the dark night, covering the entire Milky Way stars in the sky.

Suddenly, with all the afterimages of the Dao and all the honors, Long Jianxing was holding the long sword and rushed towards Xiao Yao at a rapid speed.

So close!

The long sword walker held the sword, his body still melted in the wind, his body was parallel to the ground, coming in the air, holding the long sword in his hand, his body also became a sharp edge, around him , Pieces of fallen leaves and withered grass, all turned into sharp blades, flying towards Xiao Yao!

Xiao Yao took a deep breath, and his brain was running fast. Suddenly, he did not retreat but moved forward and took a step forward.

This step shocked Long Jianxing.

This step shocked everyone who saw this scene through the telescope.

They were still under the noisy mountain peak, and suddenly fell silent. Although most of them couldn't see clearly, but they didn't know why, they just suddenly fell silent for no reason.

Everyone raised their heads, and countless eyes gathered on the mountain.

The middle-aged man selling skewers appeared to have burned his hands, but even so he did not dare to exclaim. Although no one said a word, no one dared to say anything to interrupt the silence at this time.

Taking a step forward, a gust of wind also set off behind Xiao Yao.

If the white-faced scholar could still see this scene, he would cover his mouth and scream.

Qi breaks the sky! It's still the trick to break the nine heavens! The difference from the last time I dealt with the white-faced scholar is that this time the qi broke through the nine heavens, it was completely natural, there was no unnaturalness, as if that step should be sold completely, otherwise it would appear blunt and easy to jump out of the picture. general.

Xiao Yao's body moved, his fists were thrown out and retracted.

Kick it out, then take it back again.

The distance between Changjianxing and Xiao Yao is getting older and closer.

Xiao Yao's speed is getting faster and faster.

Finally, Long Jianxing rushed to Xiao Yao, and Xiao Yao also stopped. With eyes facing each other, they all saw the killing intent in each other's eyes.

Long Jianxing wanted to kill Xiao Yao, otherwise, even if he was alive, he would be nailed to the shame for the rest of his life.

Xiao Yao wanted to kill Long Jianxing, otherwise, he would face his second grandfather speechlessly!

Kill him in the dark!