The soldiers have no constant power, and the water has no constant shape.

Long Qingyun was keenly aware that Wan Guqiu is now a conservative tactic, so he could not adopt the strategy of discussing swordsmanship in West Lake: "At a glance at the opponent's entire set of swordsmanship, understand it in your heart, and then look for opportunities to attack based on the opponent's loopholes."

After all, the "Sword of the Storm" has been soaked in the world for more than 20 years and has been tempered by the world for a long time. Of course, the other party knows what Long Qingyun thinks.

At this time, being able to adopt flexible and maneuverable strategies and tactics based on the changes of the enemy is the way to defeat the enemy.

Long Qingyun's thoughts were changing and after a lot of thoughts, he suddenly made a decision and issued a sharp blow to Wan Guqiu.

In the cold light flashed, Zhanlu sword quickly attacked. It was like a dragon, rushing towards the eternal autumn with a thunderous momentum. It was the "Jiulong going out to the sea" in Zhanlu sword technique.

The eternal autumn aura was calm and calm, and he looked around. It was not surprising that Long Qingyun suddenly hit him. The black iron sword turned into thousands of cold lights and fought back with the trend. His demeanor was elegant, and his clouds were calm and the wind was light.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang.

Although the two swords collided, the sound made was a competition of two internal forces. Wan Guqiu took two steps in a row and stood firmly.

Long Qingyun also took two steps back, his body swayed slightly, but he instantly stood up. His tall figure stood up like a benchmark, and a smile floated on his cheeks, and his handsome face became more and more heroic.

Long Qingyun's move "Jiulong goes out to sea" tests the profound internal strength of the eternal autumn. After the competition, Long Qingyun's heroic spirit was also radiating on his face with a bright fighting spirit.

"The brave one wins when we meet on a narrow road!"

Long Qingyun pushed his sword to his body, his moves were powerful and he was versatile. Zhanlu's sword technique was majestic and powerful, and his momentum was magnificent. Long Qingyun was mellow in nature and broad-minded. When used, he was like a fish in water, like a straight sword, and a horse. He was as strong as a mountain and majestic as a general who charged into the formation.

Everyone's eyes lit up. At this time, Long Qingyun Zhanlu's sword was in his hand, like a tiger's wings, with courage and awe. He swallowed mountains and rivers, and his whole body exuded a momentum of a tiger's sacrificing thousands of miles.

Wan Guqiu was shocked. Even I was quite scared of this majestic combat power. This son was like a god descending to earth, and he was only seen in his life.

The thickness of internal force!

The mystery of the moves!

Excellent weapons!

The tenacity of fighting spirit!

On-site response!

These are all guarantees for defeating the enemy.

With the depth of internal strength and the exquisite moves, Long Qingyun is a disciple of Nanyong's No. 1 Sword Mansion. With the careful teachings of Mo Tianyu, Bai Yunqi and others, it is normal and reasonable to be able to win the West Lake Sword Contest.

The weapons are exquisite, Long Qingyun has Zhan Lu’s sword in his hand. This is a coincidence, and everyone can see it. Needless to say this.

The tenacity of fighting will can be said to be a result of the tempering since childhood, and the nature is like this.

However, this experience of responding to the situation is not something that a sixteen-year-old boy can possess. This matter is incredible to all ages and cannot be understood.

"Storm of Fengyun" Wan Qiu's thoughts flew around, thinking: "Is this person really the successor of the robe and bowl chosen by Yuan Dingtian, a war god of Nanyong, and the new owner of Zhanlu Sword. This is the choice of heaven?"

Wan Guqiu was originally a hero in the world. Later, he was invited by Yan Chicheng, the head of the Yifang Pavilion, to join the Yifang Pavilion, to show his ambitions and serve the court.

It is familiar to say: "Good birds choose trees to live in, and good ministers choose masters to work." Although Wan Guqiu served as the official hall under the jurisdiction of the eldest prince Yong Tan, he agreed with the talented and intelligent second prince Yong Yun.

In this bloody and chaotic world, the Age of Qiu is considered an ambition and moral hero, a high-ranking official and a generous title, and gold, silver and treasures. This person is chivalrous and loyal, and sincere and passionate. He is pursuing a wise and heroic monarch who "recovers his hometown and restores the Central Plains."

Infected by Long Qingyun's heroic spirit, Eternal Qiu suddenly felt good, with a sense of praise and appreciation. He said loudly:

"It turns out that a hero is a young man. Today I will simply practice the complete set of Fengyun Sword Techniques. You are optimistic." After saying that, the black iron sword in my hand roared out.

Long Qingyun was stunned. At this time, most of the hostility of Wan Guqiu had gone away. His sword technique was still free, but the sword intent was less of the meaning of fighting, and more of the meaning of exchange and communication.

Long Qingyun understood the truth, used his strength to swing his sword up, his posture was elegant and elegant, and full of pleasure!

The "Nine Styles of Wind and Clouds" in the eternal autumn are sweeping, one sword after another, galloping across the board, changing and in a variety of atmospheres.

In a moment, the "Eighth Strategy of Wind and Clouds" was made, with a broad atmosphere and powerful force. Long Qingyun had seen this eighth Strategy just now, and he was still concentrating on responding, waiting for the ninth Strategy to appear at any time.

Suddenly!

The eternal autumn roars, and the sword is vigorous.

As the cold light flashed, Wan Guqiu fell down and his body sprinted down. The black iron sword in his hand made a very fast move. He practiced one by one in a flash in a flash, but the speed was incredible. The eight styles were launched at the same time, and the ninth style was condensed. Wherever the sword edge went, it could destroy the world!

The crowd striking.

"Be careful!" Mo Zhixuan exclaimed, and the audience was in an uproar.

Long Qingyun raised his sword eyebrows, and a vigorous fighting spirit burst out on his face. The energy around him bulged. The Zhan Lu sword in his hand was ready to go. As soon as Mo Zhixuan finished speaking, Long Qingyun held the Zhan Lu sword tightly with both hands and thunderbolt cut out.

This chopping used the posture of the sword technique, which was powerful to cut through the vast power of Huashan. Suddenly, Zhanlu's sword energy turned into eight giant dragons in the air, rushing and leaping, flying towards the eternal autumn.

This is the "Eight Dragons Racing" in Zhanlu's sword technique, with a vast ocean and a magnificent momentum!

"Boom!" There was a loud bang.

Suddenly, sand and stones flew away, rolling up mud and dust in the sky. Everyone suddenly retreated back more than two feet, and several red-maned horses broke free from the reins and ran backwards!

Suddenly, two powerful qi enveloped the surroundings. Everyone looked at them and the "Nine Styles of Wind and Clouds" and "Eight Dragons' Racing" intertwined and entangled, making a fierce "clang clang" sound.

The "Nine Styles of Wind and Clouds" are so sharp that the dragon and Qingyun "Eight Dragons Racing" are powerful and domineering. The two confront each other and shine with each other, emitting seventeen strange brilliances, resounding over the ruins of Zhuxian Town's Great Victory Site, dazzling and terrifying.

Wan Guqiu was secretly frightened, thinking about how powerful Yuan Dingtian was back then, and he was only in his thirties that he had mastered the "Eight Dragons Racing". It is said that if he mastered the eight dragons flying, he could hold the military power, take the rank of general, command the troops, and defeat all the troops and horses.

This is also the reason why Yuan Dingtian was afraid of by the court. It is said that "Eight Dragons Racing" is the sword of a general, and can control the soldiers and horses of the world. If he is trained to "Nine Dragons in the Sky", he can be called king and emperor and compete for the world.

Wan Guqiu was dumbfounded and looked at the heroic Long Qingyun standing opposite him. Xiao Shuxuan was out of the world, and had a calmness beyond his age.

The rising sun hangs in the sky, burning like fire.

The sun shines on the earth, sprinkling thousands of golden spots. A few rays of sunlight penetrate the flying mud and dust, sprinkling on Long Qingyun's tough face, majestic.

The heroic posture of a tiger lying on the dragon.
Chapter completed!