The little princess hid quietly behind the screen and saw the present from the beginning.

Of course, this cannot be concealed from Wang Dong and Ziyi Hou’s sense of induction.

However, neither of them paid attention to it. With the little princess's intelligence, she never thought that she could hide it from these two masters in the hall.

Now she stared at this strange sword fight without turning around, her pretty face full of surprise.

She was only twelve or 3 years old. Even though she was a family member, her martial arts were too shallow compared to Wang Dong, Ziyi Hou and others.

She could not understand the agile changes in the sword postures of Wang Dong and Ziyi Hou, and she was not sure that the two of them were not clear about the fact that the martial arts truths that any warrior dreamed of in the world had always dreamed of. Even so, the little princess knew that her father did not gain the upper hand in this sword fight.

This was enough to shock her!

The Marquis of Ziyi was respected by the martial artists of the world as the best master in the world. He was invincible and respected both inside and outside the country. The four words "Martial Emperor" were definitely not a praise for him/her/wrong/, but an irrefutable fact.

Many times, the words and deeds of this martial arts emperor are even more effective than those in the imperial city.

On the five-colored sailboat, everyone respected the purple-robed Marquis as a god, and no one could match his father in the little princess’s heart.

It is precisely because of this that the little princess can't believe that there are still people in the world who can fight with her father without being at a disadvantage.

Wang Dong was also very impressed.

This purple-clothed Marquis is worthy of being the best person in this world. His swordsmanship is as brilliant as Wang Dong expected, and he is even better than Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City when Canglang was discussing swordsmanship. His internal strength is so profound that Ye Gucheng can do.

If Wang Dong had all his strength, it would not be difficult to defeat the Ziyi Hou. But if he only discussed the quality of the swordsmanship, he would not be sure whether he could overwhelm the Ziyi Hou.

Wang Dong is a martial artist by nature, but he wants to practice any martial arts that are worthy of. Until now, he can be said to be skilled in martial arts, whether it is boxing, palm, claw, fingering, leg, etc., regardless of martial arts, or swords, guns, sticks, sticks, swords, whips, etc.

It is quite rare for ordinary people to practice martial arts. It is difficult to practice more than three different martial arts. If there are more, they will not be able to chew more. They will not be diligent but not refined.

Wang Dong is a genius who is rare in martial arts. He is not proficient but not skilled. However, compared with the top swordsman in Purple and the man in White who devotes his whole life to the sword, his sword has too many other things mixed in his heart, which is far less pure than the previous two.

Wang Dong was able to practice swordsmanship to his current realm, but in fact he had not done much hard work in swordsmanship.

But even so, his swordsmanship has already reached a state that ordinary people cannot imagine.

The camellia between Wang Dong's fingers and the two silver chopsticks in the purple-yihou's palm were all very different, linked together, and often one move did not end, and dozens or hundreds of subsequent changes were extended again.

Two silver chopsticks moved and flashed in the hand of Ziyi Hou, surrounded by silver light, and the sharp energy cut the air into a silence, as if it had turned into countless fine particles like substances.

But this was enough to twist all the gold and iron into a sharp aura. When it hit the camellia in Wang Dong's hand, it seemed like it was trapped in a soft net love thread, deeply trapped in it, unable to extricate itself, and unable to destroy the small camellia.

The little princess was already dazzling.

In this sword fight, both sides had no breath of fireworks. In fact, it was better to be a magnificent sword dance.

Wang Dong's palm shook slightly, and the red shadow soared into the air, wrapped in a light fragrance. With a swish, the branches were lightly retracted and remained motionless in front of his chest.

From the ultimate change, it turns into silence in an instant, and it appears extremely natural and harmonious.

As soon as the silver light was closed, the Ziyi Hou also withdrew his sword momentum, his eyes flashed, and he pondered: "Is this the flying immortal from the sky?"

"Of course not!" Wang shook his head and smiled: "Now is the flying immortal with swords. Please give me a taste of it."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Dong shook his hand with one hand, and a ripple seemed to appear in the air. The shocking force spread along with his palms and poured into the branches.

Wang Dong smiled unchanged, and his right hand drew a circle, and ripples rose up, almost visible to the naked eye. The branches in his palm also swayed, and circled, resulting in an extremely wonderful change.

In the room, the elegant fragrance seemed to spread rapidly, turning into fragrant rain, turning the entire hall into a fairyland spiritual platform, looking ethereal and illusory, unlike the world.

This move is indeed a flying immortal from the sky, but even the creator Ye Gucheng, it is probably hard to imagine the wonderful changes it contains.

After all, Wang Dong is not Ye Gucheng. In Ye Gucheng's hand, this move of flying immortals from the sky is indeed like flying from the sky, and the immortals come to the mortals to make swords!

But Wang Dong and Ye Gucheng have different ideas. If they follow the same example, they are afraid that even 30% of Ye Gucheng's essence will not be able to be used. Now this move of flying immortals from the sky has been integrated into what he has learned. Although he does not have the ethereal and agile sword intent of Ye Gucheng, he also has an extraordinary artistic conception contained in it, and will never be inferior to Ye Gucheng's personal use.

The purple-yi Hou's eyes suddenly lit up, and his pupils were burning with a burning fighting spirit that could not be extinguished even if the water from all over the world was pouring out.

Wang Dong gave the flower branches gently to him.

Swish!

This gift seemed to be a slow motion for replay, which seemed extremely slow. You could even see the patterns on the delicate petals on the branches, but it suddenly divided the airflow, like a flash of lightning, instantly breaking through the sky.

What I saw in the eyes of Ziyi Hou not only had lightning cracks, but also had a sword light like a dragon flying.

Feixian from the sky, this "sword" has been stabbed out by Wang Dong.

The Purple-Yi Hou immediately felt an indescribable change. While the other party stabbed the sword, it suddenly became illusory, like an intouchable phantom, stabbing the "sword" out from an unimaginable unknown interface.

Puff puff puff! The petals on the flower branches flew up, but did not spread to all directions, nor fell to the ground. Instead, they flew into the sword force, becoming an inseparable part of the sword force. In the dazzling and gorgeousness, an offensive like a net of heaven and earth was born.

Wow! Two silver chopsticks shot out and collided with the flower branches. In an instant, silver light burst out and powder scattered. However, there was no relaxation on the face of the purple-Yuanhou. He suddenly used his hand as a sword, waved his hand and slashed it out again.

The slash fell directly into the void, so casual, but so mysterious, the scattered powder and petals all over the sky were blended by the slash, and in an instant, everything calmed down.

In the flower hall, Wang Dong and Ziyi Hou were still sitting opposite each other, and no one could tell that the two had ever taken action.

"The Flying Immortal from the Sky, it's true that the sword technique is good." After a long time, the Ziyi Hou let out a breath, and then sighed and said regretfully: "It's a pity that I can't see your friend with my own eyes, which is a pity for my whole life."

When you reach the state of Ziyihou, you will naturally understand that martial arts is an extension of your concept.

There was a loud bang, but the little princess was stunned. She accidentally pushed the screen down for a moment, but she ignored it completely, with a glitter in her eyes, and ran directly to Wang Dong, holding his hand and said, "You must teach me this sword, otherwise I will drive you off the boat now, and it will be useless for anyone to persuade me." (To be continued...)

Volume 23: Huanhua Sword Washing Record Chapter 525: A Sword Flying Immortal:

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