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Ou Chuyang looked at the woman in the field and couldn't help but look stuck.

Her hair is fluttering, her white clothes are better than snow, she is extremely independent, and her beauty is full of beauty. Who is it if she is not Mu Wanqing?

On that day, he suddenly attacked Deng Bingcheng, sacrificed himself to lead Deng Bingwen away, jumped off the cliff, and didn't know if he had saved Mu Wanqing. Later, he had thought about exploring Mu Wanqing's whereabouts, but the lustful, evil, and violent Deng brothers made him really afraid of hearing the news that he didn't want to hear, so he kept buried deep in his heart.

At this moment, seeing the living Mu Wanqing standing in front of him pretty, she suddenly jumped out involuntarily, "Wanqing..."

Mu Wanqing was also stunned when she saw Ou Chuyang, and then said in surprise: "Ou Chuyang, you are still alive! After I removed the medicinal power that day, I searched everywhere, but couldn't find you. I thought you..."

"At that time, I was so desperate that I was chased by Deng Bingwen, so I had to seek death on the cliff. Unexpectedly, I survived the disaster and was rescued by a pair of peasant father and daughter." Ou Chuyang looked at Mu Wanqing and said excitedly: "It's great to see you again! I was afraid that I would not be able to save you that day."

"I'm very happy too! I always want to say thank you to you in person. If it weren't for you, I would be very difficult to die..." Mu Wanqing, who had always been cold and cold, was happy in front of a young man for the first time and said so many things.

The two stood in the sword competition field, only caring about telling each other about their goodbye, as if they regarded hundreds of living people around them as air.

"Uncle Ou, your seniority is too high, this is not suitable. Let me go and let my nephews try it." The disciples of Qianyuan Sect began to cheer on the scene.

"Uncle Ou?" Mu Wanqing asked in surprise.

"This matter is a long story, so I'd better go down first and talk to you carefully when the sword competition ceremony is over." Ou Chuyang said and withdrew from the sword competition venue.

"Sharp!" With a sound of the sword, a fiery red figure flew over and shouted, "Qianyuan Sect Mei Aoxue, learn the trick."

Mu Wanqing was stunned, but when she saw that the other party was coming fiercely, she had to draw her sword to greet her.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding..." The two swords fought dozens of times in an instant. Mei Aoxue's Sword Attack was at its peak and was strong. After Mu Wanqing joined the Kunyu Sect, the excellent talent of the Sixth-Level Sword Sect was highly valued by the sect leader, and she was constantly providing crystals to her, allowing her to break through to the peak of the Sword Attack.

Both women were at the peak of the sword servants, and the two swords "Mingshuang" and "Qingxue" in their hands were also priceless treasures. At the beginning, Mei Aoxue took action in anger, without any mercy, completely suppressing Mu Wanqing at a disadvantage. But Mu Wanqing slowly made a real fire and began to fight back tenaciously, slowly repelling the situation.

In this battle, two figures, one red and one white, were quickly passing through the sword light, dazzling. The audience outside the field was dazzled and confused. Why did the uncle of Qianyuan Sect suddenly fight with Kunyu Sect's nephew? And seeing this posture, they didn't think it was a sword contest, but a sword decision in life and death.

Ou Chuyang was so anxious that he was at a loss and complained repeatedly. When he saw Mu Wanqing suddenly, something inexplicable in his heart seemed to surge out. In desperation, he forgot to say hello to Mei Aoxue first.

This was a vinegar factory explosion, and it might be a death. Fortunately, she could not learn the word "Sword" he taught Mei Aoxue, otherwise Mu Wanqing would have either died or been injured.

The elders and seniors on the rostrum also looked at each other. The Qixi Festival Sword Contest was held thousands of times but such a thing had never happened.

Zhou Jintang asked the sect leader Mo Zhenghe and said, "Do you want your junior nephew to go..."

Mo Zheng and the other calmly smiled and said, "It's okay, they are equal, and they can't decide the winner without a few hours. I have hosted dozens of sword contests and have never seen such a wonderful sword contest. Let them fight, and they will be safe after being relieved."

Outside, the Yundu Sword Sect, who had just walked to the entrance of the hall and was about to enter the door to pay homage to the sect leader Mo Zhenghe, was also shocked by this wonderful and thrilling battle.

"Is this the sword contest between Qianyuan and Kunyu sects?" He Wenyuan's palm was slightly sweating, and then said to He Wenjie: "Why does that woman in white look like Mu Wanqing?"

"It's her." He Wenjie spit out two short words and his heart twitched a few times.

"Brother, can we get in?" He Wenkui asked.

"Wait, I'm afraid that the sect leader will not have time to pay attention to us when he goes in now. Why not take the opportunity to see the exquisiteness of the Qianyuan Sect's sword technique."

"yes."

Everyone else was watching the show, and Ou Chuyang couldn't help it anymore. Whether it was Mei Aoxue who hurt Mu Wanqing or Mu Wanqing who hurt Mei Aoxue, it was his fault.

"Stop!" Ou Chuyang shouted loudly, stepped forward and rushed into the middle of Mei Aoxue and Mu Wanqing. His left hand was "Aoxue" and his right hand was "Chuyang", and his two swords were released at the same time, suppressing their long swords.

"I'm not!" Mei Aoxue reached out to wipe away the tears of grievance and waved his sword to attack again. Mu Wanqing raised her sword and fought back without being outdone.

Is that! I can’t even count on my words? In front of everyone, a heroic spirit of a manly man soared into Ou Chuyang’s heart.

"Save it!" Ou Chuyang shouted, and his sword moves changed rapidly and he attacked strongly.

"Canglanglang..."

"Canglanglang..."

The two swords, "Mingshuang" and "Qingxue", fell to the ground at the same time.

Hundreds of people in the audience stared at Ou Chuyang in a daze, which was completely beyond imagination.

Zhou Jintang remembered the day when Ou Chuyang entered the school and became a disciple. After a few moves, Ou Chuyang's sword technique left a deep impression on him, but he would never have thought that Ou Chuyang's sword technique had reached such a level. If he had to defeat Mei Aoxue and Mu Wanqing at the same time, he could do it. But if he only relied on sword techniques, he might not be able to do it if the sect leader took action himself...

He Wenkui felt embarrassed when he stood foolishly at the entrance of the hall, so he asked, "Brother, they have finished fighting, let's go in."

"Go in? Are you looking for death?" He Wenyuan turned around and left with a blue face. The sword techniques of Mei Aoxue and Mu Wanqing were already amazed by him. Ou Chuyang defeated the two women with one move, which made him even more despaired, and his murderous aura disappeared without a trace.

"Ou Chuyang is a man who is very cunning. He pretends to be the sword gate that has not been opened and hides the sound in the blacksmith shop. He must have a plan. A gentleman will take revenge for no more than ten years. Let's retreat first and then make plans." He Wenjie, who had previously said that "there is advance but no retreat" followed He Wenyuan's footsteps closely.

The Yundu Sword Sect, who went up the mountain to take revenge, stopped in shame. The Qianyuan Sect and Ou Chuyang themselves didn't know about this.

In fact, Ou Chuyang's shocking record today is a coincidence. The sword-making ceremony of the two sects of Qianyuan Kunyu is actually a blind date for sword dance. Where could anyone inspire the sword energy? So the venue for sword comparison is not wide.

Even if Mei Aoxue was so angry that she would not rush the sword energy to injure her fellow disciples, so she rushed into the field to fight Mu Wanqing with her sword moves. In this way, Ou Chuyang was able to use his almost invincible sword technique, shocking the audience.

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