Young White Horse: The Drunken Swordsman shocked Little Dongjun at the beginning

Seeing the sword flying,

Bai Li Dong Jun's eyes lit up, and he stepped on the air, and the whole person suddenly rose up, as if he was as light as a swallow, and he held the sword in his hand.

"What a beautiful light skill~"

Lei Mengsha sighed, Bai Li Dong Jun's swordsmanship may be very bad, but this light skill can also be ranked in the world.

Luo Xuan chuckled: "The young marquis must have been beaten by the prince a lot, and this light skill is really good."

On the high platform, Song Yanhui saw this scene and was also happy to see the prey, and a trace of fighting spirit appeared in his eyes.

The Shuiyue Sword in his hand easily made a sword flower, and Song Yanhui stabbed straight, at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing this, Wen Hujiu's face suddenly became solemn, and his eyes followed the sword all the time, fearing that Bai Li Dongjun had made a mistake.

And Cheng Yu, the elder of Wushuang City, sat next to Wen Hujiu at some point and straightened his body.

As long as Wenhujiu dares to attack,

he!

will also attack without hesitation.

Wenhujiu glanced at the other party coldly, and continued to pay attention to the situation on the stage.

Facing the rapidly approaching sword tip, Baili Dongjun had no idea what danger was. His body was still shaking drunkenly, and his face was full of excitement.

He was not afraid.

Just when the sword was about to fall,

Baili Dongjun suddenly fell back, and the whole person slipped out like a loach, just avoiding the sword.

Burp~

Baili Dongjun burped, his body shook, and his body flew up, full of elegance.

Song Yanhui reacted quickly and drew his sword even faster.

Before Baili Dongjun completely stood not far away, the long sword with strong wind attacked again.

Baili Dongjun shook his body, and his steps were also very fast. It seemed that he was stepping randomly, but he could avoid Song Yanhui's sword every time.

He has an almost instinctive fighting instinct.

Baili Dongjun's movements are like flowing water and white clouds, full of unrestrained meaning, without any awkward posture.

"Awesome, awesome..."

Baili Dongjun praised, his footwork was easy and free, smooth as drizzle, without any stagnation.

Song Yanhui almost laughed out of anger.

His sword didn't even touch the opponent's clothes, how could this be considered awesome.

Song Yanhui's face became serious, and he put away his previous contempt.

The sword in his hand accelerated a bit, and each move was ordinary and simple, but the edge was full, pointing directly at the opponent's defensive weaknesses.

"It's worthy of being a natural sword embryo, and the understanding of swordsmanship is so pure... I just don't know who is better than that little guy."

Luo Xuan murmured, and glanced at Jun Lintian, who sometimes looked at the stage and sometimes drank leisurely.

"Born as a jerk?... Why do I feel like you're scolding me?"

Lei Mengsha covered his mouth and laughed secretly, his jerk-like appearance made Luo Xuan shake his head and speechless.

"You still have a little self-awareness."

Young Master Liu Yue in the sedan chair chuckled softly.

Lei Mengsha grinned and didn't care about the other party's ridicule.

On the stage, as Song Yanhui accelerated his offensive, Baili Dongjun finally didn't feel so relaxed.

It was obviously unrealistic to rely on the three flying swallows to keep dodging a sword cultivation genius.

"Draw the sword!"

Song Yanhui shouted angrily, the other party held the sword, just like holding a fire stick, just stabbing and swinging randomly.

Song Yanhui felt that he was deeply humiliated.

"If you don't draw the sword again, don't blame me for being rude."

Song Yanhui shouted loudly, with a hint of coldness in his voice.

Baili Dongjun's eyes were a little confused, but his footwork was not slow at all, and he was still fighting with Song Yanhui in a "roundabout" way.

"Swordsmanship? I know swordsmanship, but I don't think I've learned swordsmanship!"

Hearing Baili Dongjun's murmur, Song Yanhui's eyes were filled with anger.

"You're going too far, are you kidding us?"

Song Yanhui swung out a sword, and the long wind tore through it, and he instantly came to Baili Dongjun.

The sword cut through Baili Dongjun's clothes, and the sword energy surged, whistling in the air.

Wenhujiu's eyes sank, and he almost jumped up and tried to stop it.

Elder Cheng Yu next to him looked at the stage with a smile, and a gleam of light flashed across his eyes, and the true energy in his body surged, ready to burst out at any time.

Baili Dongjun still murmured, "Do I... know swordsmanship?"

He suddenly stopped.

Seeing this, Song Yanhui put away his sword and stood up, but his eyes were a little cold.

Fighting with Baili Dongjun was simply a waste of his time.

Baili Dongjun closed his eyes slightly, as if the world was changing and he appeared in a dream.

In the dream,

There were withered peach blossoms, white snow, spring light, and summer breeze...

The whole four seasons were presented one by one in a small courtyard.

An old man with a fairy-like appearance was rising and falling in the courtyard, his sleeves fluttering, and his long hair was full of tears.Swords were flying, peach blossoms were falling in the wind, beautiful.

Finally, the old man threw the sword into the air, and the long sword turned into a white dragon, leaping into the air and disappearing.

Baili Dongjun opened his eyes again, his eyes were extremely clear, and gradually thousands of stars burst out.

"I remember-"

"I learned swordsmanship!"

Baili Dongjun raised [Qingge], looked at Song Yanhui seriously, and shouted loudly.

His body suddenly jumped up, like a dragon, and stabbed out with a sword.

Everyone only saw a flash of sword light passing by quickly, like lightning and flint, and like thunder.

Song Yanhui's eyes were fixed, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he raised his hand and chopped with a sword.

Dingdang~

Song Yanhui was caught off guard and was beaten back several steps.

Baili Dongjun was like a sword immortal, striking one sword after another, his sword skills were natural and smooth, and he was completely different from before.

Song Yanhui parried repeatedly, the light in his eyes became brighter, and the speed of his sword was dazzling.

Seeing the situation on the field,

everyone was a little dazed, and a series of question marks appeared in their heads.

What's going on?

How come Baili Dongjun seemed to have changed just by closing his eyes and opening them.

Even if he was enlightened, this was too incredible!

Lei Mengsha touched his chin, also surprised, and suddenly exclaimed.

"You black charcoal head, what do you want to do?"

Lei Mengsha stared at the long sword on Mo Xiaohei's waist, which was trembling at this moment, making bursts of trembling, as if excited.

Mo Xiaohei's eyes were fixed on Baili Dongjun, whose long sword was waving, and his voice was trembling.

"This swordsmanship..."

"It seems that it is really the legendary swordsmanship?"

Young Master Liu Yue lifted a corner of the sedan chair, his eyes were shocked.

"It seems that my sword was not borrowed in vain!"

Luo Xuan was stunned, and uttered a few words, quite emotional.

Old Master Cheng Yu was also shocked, and his hand stroking his beard stopped. He pulled it hard and pulled out a few beards without noticing.

"This swordsmanship..."

"Impossible... How is this possible..."

Wen Hujiu shook his head repeatedly, his shock in his heart far exceeded that of others, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Wang Yihang, who was drinking for free, had already attracted Baili Dongjun's attention.

The figure rose and fell, like a dragon flying into the sky, and the sword shadows flew across the high platform.

"It's possible, it's possible. Only the legendary swordsmanship can be so free and unrestrained, as if what is dancing is not the sword, but the poetic and picturesque, the heroic spirit in the heart, and the mountains and rivers..."

Looking at the infatuated expressions of many swordsmen, Lei Mengsha scratched his head blankly and asked in confusion.

"No! What are you talking about?"

Liu Yue was silent,

Mo Xiaohei tightly grasped the sword that kept beating, as if it would fly out on its own in the next second, and was also silent.

Luo Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes were still following the sword in Baili Dongjun's hand, and he slowly uttered a few words.

"Western Chu Sword Song, Asking the Heaven!"