Yang Jun walked up the city tower step by step, and the Ziyi Hou standing on the city tower with his hands behind his back looked at Yang Jun who was holding his sword with majestic eyes. Hongsheng asked: "Are you an evil swordsman?"

"You are the Marquis of Ziyi?"

Yang Jun asked back tit-for-tat.

"I am!"

The Ziyi Hou admitted directly.

"Me too!"

Yang Jun also admitted it.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The Ziyi Hou said lightly.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, too."

Yang Jun seemed to be repeating the words of the Purple-Yi Hou.

"Oh? You've been looking forward to fighting me?"

The Ziyi Hou looked up and down at Yang Jun unexpectedly and asked in suspicion: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"I'm afraid of you?"

Yang Jun sneered and raised the vulture sword in his hand, pointing at the Purple-Yuan Hou about five meters away.

Facing Yang Jun's long sword, the Ziyi Hou raised his right hand and said, "Wait!"

"What are you waiting for?"

Yang Jun asked.

"My subordinates are short of experts. Do you dare to bet with me?"

The Ziyi Hou raised her chin and asked Yang Jun in a look down.

"Lack of experts? Bet?"

Yang Jun was very surprised, and then he understood the meaning of the Ziyi Hou and laughed.

"You already have Tiansha Guxing and Lonely Lonely, Silver Clothing Hou and Black Tiger King, as well as Mandarin Duck Sword Ghost and Gun God, Suoxian, do you still lack masters?"

The Marquis Ziyi didn't laugh at all, shook his head calmly, and said, "Tiansha Guxing is my senior brother, and Gu Jilei is my third junior brother. Both of them are not inferior to me in martial arts. They are indeed rare masters. But because their martial arts are not weaker than me, although they obey me for the time being, they are not sincerely loyal to me. As for the Black Tiger King, the Mandarin Duck Sword Ghost and others, their martial arts are indeed good, but I once heard that they all died under your sword, so my subordinates are short of masters like you! How about it? Do you dare to bet?"

The Ziyi Hou said it was very sincere, but Yang Jun had no intention of being his subordinate, but Yang Jun did not refuse, but just asked with a sarcastic smile: "How to bet? What is the bet?"

"If you lose, you will be my subordinate for three years! You will be completely obedient to me. No matter what order I give you, you must execute it!"

"What if you lose?"

Yang Jun asked with a sneer.

"If you lose, will you obey me for three years?"

The purple-yi Hou shook her head.

"No! My bet is ten million! If you beat me, I will give you five million! But if you lose, you must keep your promise! Be my subordinate for three years!"

"Five million?"

Yang Jun smiled softly.

"My bet is to be completely obedient to you for three years. Is your bet only five million? In your eyes, is my lonely swordsman so cheap?"

"Of course not! If you lose, I will pay you one million every year for the three years you obeyed me! In this way, the bet I give you is eight million! Eight million is not cheap, right?"

The Ziyi Hou raised this condition again without any rush.

Yang Jun still sneered.

"Ten million! If I lose, I don't have to pay a penny in the three years I obey you!"

"A word is certain?"

The purple-yi Hou looked excited and his eyes shone.

"One word is certain!"

Yang Jun made a decisive decision.

"Okay! Very good!"

The Ziyi Hou finally showed a smile on his face, and he immediately wanted to sign a system contract with Yang Jun.

This system contract is a contract signed with the game system as witness and ensures fairness by the game system.

Yang Jun agreed.

Then the system sent a contract to the communicators of Ziyi Hou and Yang Jun respectively.

There are two main terms of the contract.

Yes: If the Ziyi Hou loses, he will pay the Lonely Swordsman 10 million; if the Lonely Swordsman loses, he will completely obey the Ziyi Hou for three years.

The second article is: before the competition, the Ziyi Hou must deposit 10 million in the account guided by the system. Once the Ziyi Hou loses the competition, the system will automatically transfer that 10 million into the account of the Lonely Swordsman; if the Lonely Swordsman loses, and if he does not completely obey the Ziyi Hou's orders in accordance with the contract for three years, the system will immediately kick the Lonely Swordsman out of the "Jianghu" game and will never allow the Lonely Swordsman to enter this game.

The first clause is fine, but the second clause seems to be very unfair to the Ziyi Hou. If the Lonely Swordsman breaches the contract, the punishment he will be punished for permanently kicking out of this game.

However, firstly, this was proposed by the Marquis of Ziyi. Secondly, with Yang Jun’s current martial arts, as well as his power, status and fame in the game, if he was permanently kicked out of this game, from a long-term perspective, Yang Jun’s losses would probably be far more than 10 million.

Whether it is fair or unfair, these terms were made after communication between Zhuyi Hou and Yang Jun. Since both parties in the competition agreed to this contract, then this contract is valid.

Immediately, the Ziyi Hou first wrote his name behind the contract.

"It's your turn!"

After signing the letter, the Marquis of Ziyi looked at Yang Jun with a bright look. Yang Jun smiled slightly, lowered his head and signed the four words "Lonely Swordsman" under the contract on the communicator.

After signing these four words, Yang Jun pressed the confirm button, and the contract immediately turned into a heavy cauldron. It probably symbolizes the word "nine cauldron"!

"The contract has been completed, please!"

The purple-clothed Hou stretched out his hand in a casual manner and asked Yang Jun to take action first.

Yang Jun smiled slightly.

"good!"

At the exit of the word "good", Yang Jun's smile immediately closed, and his leisurely eyes immediately became as sharp as a sword. He immediately shook his figure in front of the Ziyi Hou, five meters away, and the vulture sword stabbed directly at the chest of the Ziyi Hou. The Ziyi Hou was also extremely fast. His figure flashed to the right and reached Yang Jun's left side. At the same time, his left palm quickly slapped Yang Jun's left shoulder.

Yang Jun shook his shoulders, avoiding the left palm of Ziyi Hou, and the vulture sword in his hand quickly pierced from under the left ribs. When he was about to pierce the lower abdomen of Ziyi Hou, Ziyi Hou's figure shook again and immediately moved behind Yang Jun. Yang Jun reacted faster and immediately a forward somersault. When he was in the front somersault, Yang Jun's feet suddenly kicked at Ziyi Hou behind him. Ziyi Hou's palms just hit, and Yang Jun kicked on Ziyi Hou's palms. Ziyi Hou was kicked back three steps back. After Yang Jun's front somersault, his feet kicked as soon as they touched the ground. His body and swords merged into one and quickly stabbed at Ziyi Hou who had just stood firm.

The magical magic trick of the Ziyi Hou was indeed extremely powerful. Before Yang Jun's sword arrived, his figure suddenly shook. The figure on the spot turned into seven figures side by side in the blink of an eye, and the same seven figures. Yang Jun frowned, and the direction of the vulture sword in his hand remained unchanged, and he still stabbed the original figure of the Ziyi Hou.

"call out!"

The vulture sword stabbed past the figure without any hindrance. It was obviously pierced to the phantom.

Sure enough, the figure that was stabbed immediately shattered like a soap bubble, and the other six figures suddenly shrank to the far left, and in the blink of an eye they all melted into the far left figure.

One of the seven figures was broken by the Condor Sword, five of them disappeared, and finally the true form of the Purple-Yuan Hou was revealed. Yang Jun did not hesitate, and the Condor Sword followed and stabbed him.

"call out!"

The Condor Sword was stabbing into the real chest. This time, the Purple-Clothed Marquis did not transform into a clone before the Condor Sword was stabbed. He stabbed with one sword and Yang Jun looked shocked.

How could the Ziyi Hou who defeated the believers of the Painted Ji be so weak?

As soon as this thought arose, Yang Jun's expression changed again, because the sword was stabbed, but it was as empty as the phantom just now, without any effort.

how so?

When Yang Jun had this idea, his real body, which was stabbed, suddenly shattered like a porcelain piece, and turned into twenty or thirty human-shaped illusions. These illusions plunged to the ground, and just as they had fallen into the ground like budding thatch. In the blink of an eye, they turned into twenty or thirty figures of purple-clothed marquis. Each figure was so realistic, looking exactly like a real person.

It was a long story, but the situation was extremely fast at that time. Yang Jun's vulture sword had just stabbed the body of the Ziyi Hou. The body was shattered like porcelain. As soon as the fragments fell to the ground, the porcelain pieces immediately transformed into twenty or thirty Ziyi Housing figures. Yang Jun just reacted and swept the six and seven phantoms around him. The other twenty phantoms flew up from all directions and attacked Yang Jun in the encirclement at the same time.

The two people confronted each other and dozens of identical people formed a siege and attacked one person at the same time. The stranger scene was, the stranger it was, but it actually happened.

Just because the magical magical body technique of Ziyi Hou has reached its peak, he can already create visual illusions to his opponent through body movements and changes.

To put it bluntly, Yang Jun saw all the phantoms and was his own illusion. Where was the true body of the Ziyi Hou?

More than twenty phantoms and the only true body flew up in the air and attacked Yang Jun in the encirclement at the same time. Yang Jun's eyes suddenly shrank inward, and he was already highly vigilant. However, the vulture sword in his hand attacked seventeen consecutive times without hesitation around his body. When the seventeen swords were used, seventeen sharp sword shadows and sixty-nine sword lights appeared around Yang Jun's body. Each sword was used, and the vulture sword instantly bounced out four or five sword lights.

In the air, the Purple-Yuan Hou's Phantom suddenly disappeared, and more than twenty figures suddenly disappeared, leaving only Yang Jun's head and rushed down like a heavy hammer.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!!!"

The real body hit Yang Jun with fourteen consecutive palms.

Shoulders, chest, neck, back, arms...

The raindrops of the Ziyi Hou's palms hit Yang Jun like raindrops. Yang Jun could not completely avoid it. He only had one head flexibly dodged east and west and completely avoided the Ziyi Hou's palms.

From the third palm, Yang Jun's mouth bulged. If he hadn't bit his teeth and pursed his mouth tightly, the blood in his mouth would have spewed out long ago.

But the Ziyi Hou did not get it well. He hit Yang Jun's body for fourteen consecutive palms, and Yang Jun's vulture sword also slashed on the Ziyi Hou's body for seven consecutive swords. If the Ziyi Hou's body had not been changing its position continuously in the air, he would have turned into a pool of minced meat without using the seven swords.

After fourteen palms and seven swords, the Ziyi Hou finally twisted his waist and exerted force, and his body steadily landed four meters away from Yang Jun's front.

The fourteen palms and seven swords were all completed in a few seconds. The two of them had just met and could be described as a touch. After they separated, a trace of blood was overflowing from the corner of their mouth, and they stood there pale. The vulture sword in their right hand was inserted into the stone brick more than an inch deep. It was no longer holding the sword, but relying on the sword. He had already leaned most of the strength of his body on the vulture sword. Yang Jun's mouth was still bulging, and his mouth was obviously full of blood.

"Guru"

Yang Jun stretched out his neck and swallowed the blood in his mouth.

The purple-yi Hou on the opposite side smiled faintly when he saw it, and said, "Give up! Evil Swordsman, you are sure to lose!"

His body was covered with crisscrossing sword wounds, dripping blood, but all the wounds seemed to be on the vital point.

"Yeah?"

Yang Jun sneered with difficulty, and suddenly raised his right hand. The vulture sword in his hand brought out a rope of gravel dust and flew out of Yang Jun's hand and penetrated the chest of Ziyi Hou.

"Well……"

The expression of a faint smile on Ziyi Hou's face froze, and his lips trembled twice. I don't know if it was painful or something I wanted to say but couldn't say it, but suddenly my body softened and I fell to the ground with a thump.

Face down and back up.
Chapter completed!