"That's right! I am the sword master, and you are the unknown sword master?" Dugu Feng looked directly at the opponent and said calmly.

Wuming looked at the other party's calm appearance and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Haha~ Yes, I am the Wuming Sword Master! I didn't expect you to achieve such an achievement at such a young age! You can still be so calm when facing me. You are truly a hero.

Young man..."

"This qualification and talent are so terrifying!"

Dugu Feng looked at him smiling, not knowing what the other person was thinking, so he could only look at him quietly.

He stood silently holding his sword to see what he wanted to do.

"Master! His disciple's nephew!" Dugu Fang limped behind Wuming and introduced you in a low voice.

When Wuming heard what he said, his brows suddenly condensed and he asked doubtfully: "Are you also from the Dugu family? What is your name? What is your name?"

"His name is Dugu..." Dugu Fang said quickly.

But as soon as the words came to his mouth, the moment he met the terrifying look in his master's eyes, he immediately closed his mouth knowingly.

"Did Master ask you something?" Wuming said in a deep voice.

Dugu Fang lowered his head and said, "I know my mistake!"

"What's your name?" he continued.

Dugu Feng looked at his expression, pondered for a moment and said, "Remember it! My name is Dugu Feng!"

"Hahaha! Very good, very good. I will be the best, and I will be the top!" Hearing this, Wuming suddenly burst out laughing.

Everyone really didn't understand why the sword master suddenly laughed. What's so funny about this?

Dugu Feng also stared blankly at the unscrupulous man smiling in front of him.

He asked in confusion: "Why are you laughing?"

Wuming stared meaningfully at Dugufeng's handsome face for a full quarter of an hour, and then said slowly: "Every time my Wuming Sword Master realizes the way of swordsmanship, I can always sense that there is a call from somewhere to guide me!"

"Is it me who is calling?" Dugu Feng asked doubtfully.

I complained in my heart: I call you when I call you, and you still involve me! Young master, I am not a gay.

Especially when he saw the fiery eyes of the other party, it seemed as if he wanted to eat him alive at any moment.

"Yes, this call comes from you..." Wuming nodded.

"Clam?"

When Wuming said this, his face suddenly changed, and he said seriously: "I realized in the way of swordsmanship that only by killing you, a lonely man who claims to be the master of swordsmanship, can I perfect my way of swordsmanship and walk out of my own way of swordsmanship!"

"I'm not, don't lie, you must have admitted your mistake!"

Hearing this, Dugu Feng immediately shook his head and defended: "You say that I am the sword master, and I have nothing to say, but if you say that I am a lonely person, I don't agree with it! I now have a lot of friends, brothers, and relatives.

How can I be alone!"

"This kind of loneliness is not that kind of loneliness! Who in the world is not lonely on the way to the sword?" Wuming exuded the aura of "who would give up on me", staring closely at Dugufeng.

"That makes sense!" He nodded sincerely.

"Then, draw your sword!"

When Wuming saw that the other party agreed with his point of view, he immediately pulled out his sword, pointed it directly at the tip of the other party's nose, and said in a deep voice: "Let me see your perception and understanding of the way of the sword!"

"Let's see if you are worthy of becoming my lifelong enemy!"

Dugu Feng saw that the other party really just wanted to have a sword fight with him, and he didn't feel a trace of murderous intent or infinite pressure at all.

The other party was just like an ordinary person with no cultivation, holding a sharp sword and gesticulating.

"Just for sword competition?" Dugu Feng looked at the other party suspiciously.

Wuming said: "That's right! I just want to have a few moves with you, and I will never overwhelm you during the sparring process!"

"Okay! In that case, I will reluctantly discuss the secrets of swordsmanship with you!" Dugu Feng said arrogantly.

Looking at the situation on the field, Bao Nong said with a complex expression: "He's not crazy, is he! He actually agreed to the opponent's challenge. The opponent is a sword master, the supreme sword master in the world!"

Hearing this, Hong Yu was unhappy. He immediately transformed into the sect leader's little fanboy and retorted: "What's wrong with the sword master? Our sect master is still the sword master! The master of swordsmanship in the world!"

"You, aren't you going against me? I am analyzing facts, but you are like this. You have never been beaten by the world..." Bao Nong looked at him with a livid face.

At this time, Jian Shisan, who was silent, spoke up: "In a sword competition, among all the people I know, no one can be the opponent of the sect master!"

"That's right! He is the meanest person I have ever seen!" Zhong Lingzi agreed with a serious face.

"..." Bao Nong looked at these people with a strange expression.

What's wrong with them? Don't they know that the other party is a sword master?

"Then let's just have a sword fight?" Dugu picked up the Qiankun Sword in his hand and placed it across his chest, staring at the unknown sword master for a moment.

Wuming saw him holding a sword in a defensive stance, and couldn't help but look at him in confusion and said, "Why don't you make a move, little friend?"

"You go first!" he shouted.

Whoosh!

Seeing this, Wuming gently swung the long sword in his hand towards the opposite side. At this time, the long sword in his hand seemed to have become ordinary in everyone's eyes, like a three-year-old child unable to hold the hilt of the sword.

Plain and simple, the movement is extremely slow!

Wuming knew that his move had a great origin.

This is a sword technique that returns to nature!

This is my understanding of kendo and nature over the years!

Although there is no surge of true energy, no suppression of momentum, and no realm of swordsmanship;

But this is a move that the opponent cannot resist.

"Are you sure this sword master is not joking? Can this extremely fast sword really hit Brother Feng?" Tang Chen looked at the two people dueling on the field with wide eyes.

Zhang Yuge led these 100,000 elites to surround the mountain gate of Tianxiahui, which was completely blocked.

He saw several Sword Masters blocking the stairs, while the Sword Master was still gesticulating slowly, and he couldn't help but urged: "Sword Master, can you fight quickly? I am doing something according to the order..."

Snap!

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, Dugu Feng slowly raised the weapon in his hand, and the tip of the sword stabbed the sword master's blade steadily.

Next came a very slow sword strike from Wuming.

Stay unchanged in response to ever-changing changes!

Immediately, a trace of shock appeared in Wuming's eyes, and he was horrified in his heart: Impossible, how could he take this move!

Could it be that his understanding of the art of swordsmanship is already higher than mine?

Dugu Feng said calmly: "That's it?"

When Wuming heard the other party's sarcasm, he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable anger in his heart.

Whoosh!

A quick sword strike!

This time, the sword in his hand seemed to turn into a phantom, moving extremely fast, forming a line of swords and covering Dugu Peak.

Everyone's eyes can't catch the sword master, so he can't make a move!

Snap!

There was another crisp sound.

The same scene happened. Dugu Feng was holding the divine sword, and the tip of the sword was firmly against the blade of the unknown sword master.

If it was the first time that the Sword Master's sword was too slow and his blind cat ran into a dead mouse and blocked it, it could be explained!

But what about this time?

The fact that such a quick sword was caught with the same movement cannot be explained by luck.

"How did you do it?" Wuming asked in horror.
Chapter completed!