Now the two of them seemed to be fighting evenly, but in fact Yan Chixia had firmly suppressed Xiahou, and Xiahou swordsman fell into this state, his swordsmanship became more and more unorganized, and he seemed to be eager for quick success.

After all, Xia Hou has a bad character.

If he could hold on, he wouldn't be fighting for fame and fortune, and he wouldn't be defeated by Yan Chixia without exception in seven years.

"You two, can you give me some face and stop here for now?"

Chen Jun spoke softly, but the sound flowed into their ears like silk threads. It was so clear and distinct that both Yan Chixia and Xiahou Swordsman were startled.

"Master."

The two peerless swordsmen were fighting, and they were concentrating on it. Neither of them expected that someone could transmit the sound to their ears, but the fierce battle between the two swords was in full swing, and the two of them did not stop at all.

"Swordsman Xiahou, if you cannot change your character, you will never be able to defeat Yan Chixia in this life."

"Bang!"

The sword blades collided, and a burst of light suddenly erupted. Xiahou Swordsman's heart burned with anger, and then he retreated to the wall of the Buddhist temple, "Who are you to say that my swordsmanship is not as good as Yan Chixia's?"

"Don't dare to make noise just because you have some skills, and dare to interrupt my life-and-death sword showdown with him. If you don't leave, don't blame me for being ruthless with my sword."

"So what?"

"How can you defeat Yan Chixia with your temperament? If he hadn't wanted to save your life and not hurt your self-esteem, you would have had the opportunity to challenge him in the past seven years. All he needs to do to kill you now is his magic sword.

If the majestic and powerful force suppresses you, you will have no power to resist."

Yan Chixia took a deep look at Chen Jun.

He did not expect that Xia Hou could not figure out his intention, but it was clearly visible to the onlookers.

Who is this scholar?

"Ha, ha, ha, good, good, good!!!"

Swordsman Xiahou looked up to the sky and smiled, "Since you said that I am not as good as Yan Chixia, and you can talk about all kinds of swordsmanship essence, I guess you are also a peerless swordsman."

The Xiahou swordsman gently held the long sword in his hand, and with the demeanor of a master Yue Chi Yuanting, he said in a deep voice: "Let's draw the sword."

"No rush!"

Chen Jun, who always had his hands behind his back, kept his eyes straight and said softly: "Since you want me to challenge you, please pull out your sword first."

As soon as these words were spoken, not only Xiahou Swordsman was shocked, but even Yan Chixia was shocked beyond measure.

For a grandmaster like Xia Houwu who is expected to be the leader of swordsmanship in the world, even Yan Chixia would not dare to say such words if he threatened to make him unable to draw his sword.

"Xu Shusheng, don't underestimate the enemy. Xiahou Swordsman's swordsmanship is superb and extraordinary. He can be ranked among the top five in the world."

Chen Jun said calmly: "I don't underestimate the enemy. If the Xiahou swordsman can pull out his sword, I will not only not hurt him, but also give him a chance."

After hearing his 'big talk', Xiahou Swordsman smiled instead of getting angry, "That's great, I'll just wait for the opportunity you give me."

Xia Houwu stood ready, his face solemn, and he was even more cautious than when facing Yan Chixia. What is most terrifying is often the unknown thing that is the most terrifying. This principle also applies to people.

Since Chen Jun witnessed the battle between him and Yan Chixia.

But if he still dares to say that, it is obviously very possible that he possesses shocking swordsmanship.

Xia Houwu did not dare to be careless and raised the peerless sword that had been with him for more than thirty years. He did not move his hands, his fingers did not move, and he did not reach out to draw the sword rashly. However, the long sword suddenly clanged like a dragon,

Less than an inch after it was unsheathed, a cold wind and frost suddenly hit my face, and a corner of the Buddhist temple on the left side of the monastery collapsed.

really!

Yan Chixia showed an expected expression. This scholar was not simple after all. He could make Xia Houwu barely pull out the sword for the first time.

"It's actually true."

The Xiahou swordsman had a look of surprise on his face. Although he just said it was a test move, he really didn't pull out the sword in his hand. What is the background of this scholar?

Xia Houwu took a deep breath, slowly raised his hand, and pressed the hilt of the long sword tightly.

"Crunch~"

The sword blade and scabbard made a violent friction sound, sharp and harsh. He drew the sword for the second time, and this time he pulled the sword just over an inch away.

There are only three things to do!

If the sword cannot be drawn out the third time, there is no point in trying to draw it out again.

"Knock!!"

There was a knock on the door, and a handsome scholar walked in. He bowed his hands to Yan Chixia who was nearest him and said blankly: "Ning Caichen, who was born late, took the liberty to enter the temple and hoped to stay one night."

Yan Chixia did not answer, and was as silent as death.

Ning Caichen followed Yan Chixia's perspective and looked over.

I saw a tall and sturdy man, his face was sweating profusely, his face was red and swollen, and he was pulling out the sword in his hand vigorously.

But the sword didn't move at all, and it was difficult to pull it out even a little bit.

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Chapter completed!