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"Hurry, hurry up, sit down, the show is about to begin!"

"Guess who can win this game?"

"If you only talk about sword moves, you have seen Uncle Ou's power. But now, as long as the eldest brother emits the sword aura and wipes Uncle Ou's clothes, he will win. Then it must be that the eldest brother has a greater chance of winning."

"You haven't woken up? What is the level of senior brother? The sword servant Dacheng! What is the level of Uncle Ou? The sword disciple Xiaocheng. Is it necessary to compare this?"

"It's not without people who can win over the challenge."

"There are challenges that go beyond the level. If Uncle Ou is the peak of the sword apprentice, the eldest brother is the entry-level sword servant or a small success, and there is one or two small realms, then Uncle Ou may have a chance. But have you seen people who can still win if they are one big realm and one small realm? Have you heard of it? Have you ever written it in the book?"

"That's not..."

"So the elder brother will win in this battle! Who doesn't believe it? I bet on him ten crystals."

"How come you have money? Go and bet with Uncle Aoxue!"

"Then forget it, I'm not afraid of losing money, but I'm afraid of getting beaten..."

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"This sword is called Biaokong, a rare craftsman, cast by fine steel, two feet and nine inches long and weighing three kilograms and fifteen taels. Uncle Ou, please." Although Fang Dawei was a junior, his realm was much higher. He used the sword aura to fight against sword moves, and he had a great advantage, so he took the initiative to ask Ou Chuyang to take the move first.

"My sword is called Liuyun, and it is also a rare craftsman. Be careful." Ou Chuyang was not polite and rushed forward with his sword. He had to fight close to the point of attacking Fang Dawei.

Fang Dawei naturally would not give Ou Chuyang a chance to get close. He waved the sword in his hand and a invisible sword energy cut through the air.

Ou Chuyang had no choice but to stand firm, condense the sword energy on the sword body, and raise the sword to fight each other.

With a "bang!", Ou Chuyang felt a powerful force hitting the sword, and his mouth numb, and he was shocked: The sword aura was indeed very strong, and Fang Dawei only used one hundredth of the sword energy. If he had a full blow, his sword would be out of hand.

Seeing that Ou Chuyang had barely resisted his sword energy, Fang Dawei completely believed that he was indeed just a swordsman. He was very calm in his heart, his fighting spirit doubled, and he attacked continuously with one sword after another.

Ou Chuyang blocked the left and right, resisting the extremely fierce sword aura with all his strength. Although he was not defeated, he could not move forward any further.

"See? Uncle Ou can only defend passively and has no power to counterattack at all. The eldest brother is invincible."

"That's right, if you continue to stalemate like this, it depends on who has a stronger sword energy. Uncle Ou's realm is so much lower, and the sword energy in his body is probably not as good as that of his senior brother."

"So I said, the senior brother will win in this battle. You don't believe me."

Mei Aoxue was also secretly anxious, but there was no way. The sword servant beat the sword disciple, which was a complete abuse. "Forget it, my junior brother just wanted to try the power of the sword. He had no chance of winning. I thought too much. If I lost, I lost. As long as my junior brother didn't get hurt."

Ou Chuyang was in the game, so he naturally knew better. If he could not find a way to get close to Fang Dawei, sooner or later he would use up his sword energy and would have to abandon his sword and admit defeat.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" After Ou Chuyang blocked three sword auras in a row, he suddenly shook his hand and threw the scabbard as a hidden weapon toward Fang Dawei. Fang Dawei slashed the scabbard at the door with one sword. Ou Chuyang took the opportunity to take two big steps forward, only about two feet away from Fang Dawei. If he did this again, the two would fight each other.

Fang Dawei understood Ou Chuyang's intention. After swinging a sword aura, he immediately took a step back and opened the distance. Ou Chuyang took the next sword aura and immediately took a step forward to shorten the distance. The two of them attacked and defended, retreated and advanced, and the distance remained about two meters, and they were in a stalemate again.

It takes another chance, but Ou Chuyang no longer has hidden weapons. There is no way, so he can only bear it with his face.

"Swish!" Another sword aura broke through the air. Ou Chuyang gritted his teeth, clenched his fist with his left hand and slammed the sword aura hard, then pounced forward, landed and rolled, and stabbed out the sword.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding" After a few short sounds of gold and iron clashing, Fang Dawei stared at the tip of the sword that was stopped in his heart, completely confused.

"This...this...this..." The disciples of Qianyuan Sect who were watching were dumbfounded and their eyes fell all over the floor.

"Catch the sword aura with empty hands! Am I crazy or this world has changed? Can the sword aura with shattered stones and cut gold and jade be caught with the sword disciple's realm with empty hands?"

"It makes sense that sword masters at the Dacheng or peak realm can take the sword energy with their hands... Is Uncle Ou really just the sword disciple realm? Why am I becoming less and less convinced?"

Mei Aoxue knew Ou Chuyang's cultivation level best. Even she was completely shocked, and Ou Chuyang once again completely subverted her understanding.

"I lost." Fang Dawei murmured: "Uncle Ou...how did you do it..."

"Because my left hand condenses the sword energy, I can barely block the sword energy you emit with one-in-one sword energy." Ou Chuyang's left hand hung motionlessly on his side. He endured the piercing pain and smiled calmly.

"So that's it..." Fang Dawei nodded, feeling relieved.

The disciples also understood, "It turns out that Uncle Ou is extremely talented and has opened the sword gate with both hands."

"Uncle Ou's physique is really special. The two-handed sword sect is the most rare. There may not be one out of millions of people. No wonder Uncle Ou has the cultivation speed of no less than Junior Brother Cui with his own sword sect. It turns out that he can absorb sword energy at the same time with both hands."

"Unfortunately, although the two-handed sword gate is rare, each hand can only open the four-level sword gate at most, and the sum of both hands cannot exceed the nine extremes. Although the cultivation speed is fast, it is not as good as the fifth-level sword gate when facing the enemy in the face of battle."

"What a pity? Uncle Ou is majoring in the art of making swords. As long as you absorb the essence of sword energy, you can do it quickly enough."

"That's right, it seems that Master Mei has a successor."

"Isn't it? Otherwise, how could he betrothed Uncle Aoxue to Uncle Ou so quickly?"

"I used to think that Uncle Ou was just lucky. He was favored by Master Mei and Uncle Aoxue as soon as he entered the sect. Now I know that Uncle Ou is really a legitimate and genuine uncle..."

Ou Chuyang slowly walked back to the crowd with respectful and admiring eyes of the disciples, and Mei Aoxue hurriedly met him.

"Young brother, you are not injured, are you?" Mei Aoxue picked up Ou Chuyang's left hand.

"Hiss--" Ou Chuyang took a deep breath and said reluctantly: "Here you bandage me, you may have a broken bone."

"Ah!" Mei Aoxue's tears suddenly spilled out. While hurriedly taking out the medicine, he angrily said: "Didn't you say that you won't fight hard when you compete with your classmates?"

"I didn't fight hard, just a little bit of injury...Oh! Senior sister, please be gentle."

"Now I know it hurts, you deserve it!"
Chapter completed!