After the Wu Family's Sword Mound and Dongyue Sword Pool's swordmasters knocked their fingers and stomped their feet respectively, everyone noticed that thousands of cracks as thick as wrists and as thin as earthworms had appeared on the bluestone street outside the center of the purple robe. They crazily spread to both sides of the street like a flood breaking through a dam, rushing toward the hundreds of onlookers in the buildings on both sides of the street. Many people were so scared that their guts were about to explode. They only wanted to see the King of Beiliang's glory, but they never thought that they would lose their lives. Fortunately, the snake-like cracks slowed down slightly before they hit Wu Jian's sword energy wall. Although the cracks quickly climbed up the "wall", their momentum finally weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye when they reached a height that was about the same as the doors of restaurants and inns. All of this happened silently.
When the dense cracks rapidly spread toward Chai Qingshan's side, the stairs under the Dongyue Sword Pool's sect master's feet exploded at the same time, sending dust and dirt flying.
Li Yibai said regretfully, "Xuanyuan Qingfeng lost to the King of Beiliang in the first two matches, and our sect master also lost to the Wu Family's Sword Mound's master."
Song Tinglu said indignantly, "Master and the Wu Family's ancestor both used their swordplay techniques to block Xuanyuan Qingfeng's energy. Master met force with force, and that's why there was such a commotion. The Wu Family's ancestor was much more cunning. Not only did he use fancy moves, but he also seemed to have won against Master. In fact, Master only needed to use one of the seven swords of our sect's secret technique, 'High Mountains, Deep Waters, Long Sword Energy', and he won!"
The girl didn't have such a strong sense of honor for her sect. She curled her lips and said, "Master used his trump card, and the Wu Family's ancestor only used a casual move. Didn't Master still lose? Besides, Master lost even his magnanimity. "
The young man said gloomily, "Junior Sister!"
Because of Xuanyuan Ziyi's appearance, the girl, who was already in a bad mood, glared at him and said, "What? Are you unhappy?! "
The young man said resentfully in a low voice, "The autumn air is refreshing, the autumn air is refreshing."
Li Yibai suddenly reminded, "Pay attention to the King of Beiliang!"
Hsu Fengnian and Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood facing each other. The two of them were merely two zhang apart.
Hsu Fengnian clasped his hands behind his back, his expression calm.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng also didn't show any signs of fatigue after a battle of life and death. However, the knot on her dress had already been loosened.
The knot has been untied.
However, the withered leaf appeared in Xuanyuan Qingfeng's hand. He said indifferently, "Three years later, I will become an Earth Immortal. We will fight to the death in the great snowfield."
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "If I'm not dead by then, regardless of whether you become an Earth Immortal or not, I will go to Mount Hui to take a look."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng twirled the wutong leaf with his fingers. He narrowed his eyes and looked gloomy.
Hsu Fengnian's lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything. However, Xuanyuan Qingfeng knew what he was talking about.
Hsu Fengnian's meaning was very simple. It was too early to use him as a whetstone and defeat him to reach the peak of martial arts. Currently, in Great Peace City, Cao Changqing, Đồng Thái, Xu Yanbing, Chen Zhibao, and Luo Yang, these great grandmasters were all "watching" this place. It wasn't Xuanyuan Qingfeng's turn to take the lead.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't say anything.
On the Dragon Claw Pagoda Tree, Lady Hehe frowned. The branches under her butt trembled slightly. However, she hesitated for a moment and still chose to sit quietly where she was.
The "corpse" that was supposed to be dead on the street suddenly stood up, and this time, it finally made a complete strike.
The "corpse" was like a tornado. The blade emitted a dazzling snow-white light. It was like a ball of light, tearing a trench in the ground. Shattered limestone flew everywhere.
The momentum of the rolling blade was somewhat similar to when Xuanyuan Qingfeng appeared.
Moreover, unlike Xuanyuan Qingfeng who appeared in the open, this person's sudden attack was especially treacherous and ferocious.
Li Yibai and the other people of Jianghu who were able to notice the abnormality at the first moment all thought that it would be a bloody close combat. However, the next moment, they felt that the scene was extremely absurd. The seemingly desperate swordsman suddenly changed direction when he was about five steps away from the young king. Then, with a tap of his foot, he was about to leap over the tall building. Was he planning to escape?
Hsu Fengnian didn't even look at the leader Zhao Gou. Instead, he looked at the entrance of a restaurant.
That person who was moving with shocking momentum suddenly quietly hovered in the air. He didn't rise or fall. He just "hung" there.
Li Haoran suddenly realized that this "youth" was like a piece of porcelain that had been hit thousands of times with a small hammer. The porcelain itself was actually already shattered, but it just didn't break apart.
Leader Zhao Gou, who used a secret technique to return to his youth and successfully played dead, was really dead this time.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng rose from the ground and flew away in a purple streak.
While almost everyone was looking at the still youth or Xuanyuan Qingfeng's departing figure, a middle-aged Confucian with white hair on his temples stepped over the threshold and slowly walked down the stairs.
Under the sunlight, the Confucian in green robes didn't turn around to face the young king.
Hsu Fengnian had a smile on his face. His hands were hanging by his side as he lightly shook his sleeves.
At the end of the street, an ordinary-looking middle-aged swordsman first came into view, followed by a second and a third. Everyone's appearance and aura were exactly the same!
However, no one was holding a sword, so it was slightly different.
The leading swordsman was the famous "Inverted Tai 'e" of the Peach Blossom Sword God.
He, or rather, they, kept stepping on the bluestone road that led to the Xiamawei Post House.
The same person, different swords.
At the same time, the Confucian in green robes pinched a chess piece between two fingers. He gently released it and let it slowly fall to the ground.
After the chess piece fell more than half a foot, he began to turn his back to the group of swordsmen and strode toward Hsu Fengnian.
After the chess piece fell to the ground, the dozens of swordsmen who had already appeared on the street all began to bend their swords, regardless of their holding posture. The tip of the sword didn't move, but the body of the sword without exception began to bend downward.
However, this was not the end of the strange phenomenon.
The young king in the embroidered robe stood motionless in the same place.
However, on both sides of him, there were two ethereal old men wearing sheepskin coats. They looked up at the sky with their hands behind their backs, as if they didn't care about the world at all.
A short old man with a sword case on his back grinned, missing his front teeth.
A tall and barefoot old man with white hair in linen clothes crossed his arms in an imposing manner.
A tall old man in a Wudang Taoist robe slowly raised his hand and made a gesture of "One Finger Cutting the River".
A black-robed monk touched his head with a straight face.
A eunuch in a red embroidered embroidered robe crossed his fingers on his abdomen.
…
Chai Qingshan sat directly on the threshold of the restaurant without the demeanor of a grandmaster, looking at the old man wearing a pair of straw sandals beside the young king.
Chai Qingshan's eyes were in a trance.
The ancestor of the Wu family's Sword Tomb rested his elbows on the windowsill and smiled.
The old eunuch in charge of the Ceremony Directorate saw this scene and his lips turned white.
Chen Zhibao finally came near the window, followed by the head eunuch of the Ceremony Directorate, Song Tanglu. The latter looked at the senior in the red embroidered embroidered robe on the street with a complicated expression.
The girl in the mink hat on the old locust tree stopped eating the pancake. No one knew if she was full or if she wanted to leave some for that person.
The battle was imminent!
Everyone couldn't help but hold their breaths. There was no more noise, and even the sound of a needle dropping could be heard.
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Three of the four grandmasters in the world, the three Earth Immortals of Li Yang, the new Martial Emperor Hsu Fengnian, Cao Changqing, and the Peach Blossom Sword God Đồng Thái.
They gathered in the capital and stood in a tripartite balance of power.
Each of them fought against two people!
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