Hu Yanxiong drew out the sword in his hand.

This sword is simple and elegant, and is a best Xuanbi sword. From a distance, the sword edge is restrained and gentle as jade, like a pool of spring water.

Long Qingyun couldn't help but be stunned. The nickname of Hu Yanxiong's Jianghu, the Xuanbi Sword in his hand was so gentle and peaceful, without any sense of burning coldness.

It seems that Hu Yanxiong's sword skills have reached the state of being able to retract and unleash themselves freely and integrated, with the sword intent and intentions connected with the mind. It can be seen that Hu Yanxiong was calm and calm at this time, without any sense of impatience.

Hu Yanxiong faintly has the realm of a master.

Long Qingyun responded intently, and was ready to fight. He made the starting move of Zhanlu sword, and was not in a hurry to attack. Hu Yanxiong was worthy of being the number one master of Dongyi Sect, and there was no flaw in his body.

Hu Yanxiong also felt Long Qingyun's fierce fighting spirit. What's even more rare is that this young man is as calm as a mountain at a young age, with a calm and steady momentum of a tiger lying on the dragon.

The air seemed to solidify, and the entire main hall hall was surprisingly quiet. This was the silence before the war.

"Swish!" Hu Yanxiong learned from Meng Yunxiao's lesson and took the lead in taking action, shaking the Xuanbi Sword in his hand.

Suddenly, a scorching cold light shone out from the sword body. At this time, Hu Yanxiong's eyes flashed in his eyes, and the Xuanbi sword in his hand roared out, like a golden snake spitting out his letter, and rushed towards Long Qingyun very quickly.

Long Qingyun raised his sword eyebrows, and Zhanlu sword in his hand came out strongly. Two flying dragons roared towards Hu Yanxiong, which was the "two dragons going out to the sea" in Zhanlu's sword technique.

"Clang clang!" The two swords touched and made a huge sound.

"Dingdengdeng" Long Qingyun was shocked by a powerful force and couldn't help but take three steps back. His chest felt dull and he felt quite uncomfortable. He quickly sank the Dantian and finally stabilized his body.

Hu Yanxiong's full force was unparalleled, and he shook Long Qingyun three steps away, and warm applause burst out from the crowd. Meng Yunxiao, who had just lost, looked relieved, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Hu Yanxiong just shook slightly and stood firmly.

Even so, Hu Yanxiong was extremely surprised that Long Qingyun could take over the "Seven Cold Light Styles" he used with all his strength without falling. No wonder he could suppress Meng Yunxiao's sword force.

This boy is really not simple. Even if an ordinary person starts from his mother's womb, it is difficult for him to have such fierce combat power. Could it be that he is the legendary man who is born with a unique nature? He is already perfect at such an age and has a faint sense of reaching the pinnacle.

The highest level of reaching the pinnacle is the highest realm for ordinary martial artists, only one step away from the Grandmaster realm. I am only nearly thirty years old to have such a state of being.

Hu Yanxiong was also real and relied on his stubborn practice to ascend to the position of sect leader of Dongyi Sect.

Dongyi Sect is located in Zibai Mountain and has many gangs in the world. To control the many heroes under its sect, one must rely on strong fists to speak. Therefore, the sect leader of Dongyi Sect must be the first in martial arts in this sect to be qualified to be the sect leader.

Although Hu Yanxiong was born with a unique personality, he still studied hard and worked harder than any other brother. He was able to achieve his current atmosphere.

The young man in front of him was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and his martial arts cultivation had reached his level when he had just obtained the position of sect leader.

Things in the world are so unfair.

Some people may not reach the pinnacle of the ultimate state in their entirety, and the young man in front of them already has this kind of atmosphere.

While Hu Yanxiong sighed, his mind turned around, and the "Seven Cold Light Styles" attacked again with a strong force. The sword energy rolled rapidly, whistling out like a wind and wave.

The moment Hu Yanxiong raised his hand, Long Qingyun felt Hu Yanxiong's sword intent. Long Qingyun dodged sideways in advance, barely avoiding Hu Yanxiong's sharp attack.

The crowd was thrust, and everyone was in an uproar.

Qin Muyu stared at Long Qingyun with his eyes blankly. At this time, Qinglong Qingyun was calm and calm, and as he moved and leaped, there was a high point.

Meng Yunxiao looked straight at the two of them with full concentration.

The two men handed over the swords, and they went back and forth. At the beginning, Long Qingyun gradually fell into a disadvantage. Slowly, Long Qingyun gradually became better. He was in a vague position to compete with Hu Yanxiong.

Meng Yunxiao was still sighing for a long time and missed the opportunity. He had been secretly regretting that he had played against Long Qingyun, he should have used the "Cold Light Sword" killer move as soon as he came up.

Seeing Long Qingyun resisting Hu Yanxiong without any fear. Meng Yunxiao overturned his previous thoughts, and felt like a mirror in his heart. Even if he seized the initiative, he would definitely lose.

Meng Yunxiao faintly felt that Long Qingyun did not use his full strength when he was fighting against him. The reason for his quick battle was that he did not want Hu Yanxiong to know his sword skills too much.

It turned out that from the very beginning, Long Qingyun's target was Hu Yanxiong, the sect leader of Dongyi Sect.

The crowd began to get restless, stunned and extremely surprised. The sword that was originally without suspense became confusing at this time. It is really hard to say who will win.

This Long Qingyun actually has a steady stream of combat power. It is much faster than when he compared the sword with Meng Yunxiao just now, and his strength is much stronger.

Hu Yanxiong had already felt that the subsequent power of Long Qingyun was endless and stretched out.

Zhanlu's sword technique is extremely strong and magnificent, and the dragon and Qingyun are more braver when fighting, and his heart is free, like thunder, like a dragon, and full of aura that is full of awesomeness that swallows thousands of miles and like a tiger.

The two fought hard for more than 30 times. The sound of metal collision was endless, and it was powerful.

Look from a distance.

Hu Yanxiong's strength is steady and powerful, his aura is vast, and his dragon and clouds are open and open, and his courage is strong. It is difficult to distinguish the Xuanzhu, and it is bright for a moment.

The audience was so excited that they watched it. It took a long time since I saw the sect leader Hu Yanxiong use the "Seven Cold Light Styles" so seriously. He felt refreshed and heart-wrenching.

The battle situation has entered a white-hot moment and has entered a high-ignition moment.

It was too late to say it, then it was soon.

Suddenly! Hu Yanxiong used the supreme move of "Seven Cold Light Styles" "Zheng Yi Sword".

This sword stands like a thousand feet tall, without desire, it will be strong. The sword force is so fierce that it is so fierce that it comes out of the scorching coldness, and suddenly it feels like it stands tall on the cliff. The sword moves are abrupt, the sword intent is so strong, fierce and fierce.

Long Qingyun roared, and the Zhan Lu sword in his hand attacked in amazement, picking out sword flowers, like waves striking the shore, rocks penetrated the sky, and rolling up thousands of snow.

"Wow!" Meng Yunxiao in the crowd exclaimed.

"Eight dragons rushing?" Meng Yunxiao felt a sense of resemblance. A fanatical agitation was heard in the crowd.

At this moment, a "little dragon" suddenly appeared among the "Eight Dragons" transformed by Zhanlu's sword technique. It was small at first, but gradually became larger and bigger, and suddenly it was the same size as other "Eight Dragons".

"Wow, another dragon appeared, now there are nine dragons." Qin Muyu shouted loudly.

Of course, Hu Yanxiong saw it, and was shocked.

In an instant, Hu Yanxiong felt that the opponent's strength had increased a lot, his voice was terrifying, and he had the momentum of destroying the world.

"Chi..." There was a faint roar of a sword in the hall of the main hall, and Zhanlu sword released a burning fighting spirit.

It turned out to be Zhan Lu Jian, who was infected by Long Qingyun's heroic spirit and issued a hot charge horn.

The speed of the dragon in the middle suddenly accelerated, and the eight dragons around gradually turned into the tail of the dragon in the middle.

Suddenly, "Nine Dragons Return to One".

The Zhanlu sword was wrapped in the fierce sword force of the sky and the earth, and rushed towards Hu Yanxiong's "Rong Sword" with a thunderous momentum.

There was a loud "bang". A shocking scene appeared in the hall of the main hall, and the Xuanbi Sword in Hu Yanxiong's hand was broken in half.

With a "clang", half of the Xuanbi Sword fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, resounding throughout the main hall.

Hu Yanxiong couldn't help but take two steps back.

Holding half a short sword in his hand, he stared at Long Qingyun blankly, his face full of shock and shock.

"Nine Dragons Return to One!"

In the crowd, Roman rose up and exclaimed in surprise.

Romance was extremely excited and extremely excited.

When Long Qingyun used the "Eight Dragons Racing" against Meng Yunxiao just now, Romansheng was extremely shocked. The sword in the hand of the young man in white was the sword of General Yuan Dingtian back then.

I never thought that I would see you again today.

Romance was surging.

Twenty years ago, I was a crossbowman in the Weiwei Army. I once witnessed General Yuan Dingtian use this move. Yuan Dingtian raised his sword and fell down his horse. He was powerful and as powerful as a mountain.

When the enemy saw the commander's death, the formation was in chaos. General Yuan Dingtian raised the Zhanlu sword high and took advantage of the situation to pursue it. The enemy was defeated like a mountain and collapsed thousands of miles away.

The Beiwei Army won a great victory.

General Yuan Dingtian, who was holding his armor, stood with his sword and stood up, like a god of war, majestic.

The Zhanlu sword in Yuan Dingtian's hand actually had a sword in Long Qingyun's hand.

Normally no different!

The game is like a rainbow, shining with a burning cold light!
Chapter completed!