Long Kui's expression was as cold as ever, like a cold sword.
But he prefers the color red. He is dressed in bright red brocade clothes, which is enthusiastic and festive, but does not match his cold temperament at all.
Some people say that he looks cold on the outside, but actually he is hot on the inside.
However, he has stayed in Jiange for more than ten years, and he has never been passionate about anyone.
He does have a fiery heart, but the door to his heart is only open to the sword.
He is always passionate about the sword.
"Are you Long Kui, the fifth deacon of Wanjiang Pavilion who has been preparing for ten years to draw the Sword of Light?" Zhou Jianlai asked, staring at Long Kui who was stopped in front of him.
As the saying goes: Don't slap someone in the face when you hit someone, don't expose someone's shortcomings when you scold someone.
But Zhou Jianlai directly poked at the sore spot in Long Kui's heart as soon as he opened his mouth. Not to mention how Long Kui felt after hearing this, even Zhang Xiaozu and Yuan Taiping who were listening felt embarrassed and angry for Long Kui.
However, Long Kui showed no emotion at all and responded in a calm voice: "Yes, that's me."
"Why didn't you draw the sword earlier? If you drew the sword earlier, the Light Sword would be yours." Zhou Jianlai stabbed Long Kui's wound again.
Zhang Xiaozu and Yuan Taiping quickly alerted themselves, feeling that Long Kui was going to get angry and draw his sword.
But Long Kui still had a calm expression and responded: "I know, but by the time I know it, it's already too late."
"So you're here to grab the Sword of Light?" Zhou Jianlai asked.
Long Kui shook his head and said: "No, I'm here to compete with you. I'm only competing on the sword's heart, sword intention, swordsmanship and swordsmanship, not on my cultivation."
"That's not necessary, my cultivation has recovered." Zhou Jianlai said.
"How much has been recovered?"
"A level higher than before the loss of cultivation, the ninth level of heaven." Zhou Jianlai said proudly.
Long Kui was not surprised, he nodded and said: "Your sword heart and swordsmanship has reached a state, and recovery and improvement of your cultivation will be a matter of course. Then I will suppress my cultivation to the ninth level of heaven to compete with you."
"Then let's just compare sword heart, sword intention, sword way and sword technique." Zhou Jianlai said.
"Why?" Long Kui was puzzled.
"Because my sword is invincible under the stars, your suppressing your cultivation is equivalent to surrendering and admitting defeat. What's the point in comparison." Zhou Jianlai said arrogantly and confidently.
"What a coincidence, my sword is also invincible." A smile appeared on Long Kui's lips.
Listening to the conversation between the two, Zhang Xiaozhu and Yuan Taiping couldn't help but roll their eyes, thinking that these were not two swordsman masters, they were clearly two arrogant narcissists.
The golden True Dragon Sword Intention surged out from the depths of Zhou Jianlai's eyes, turning his pupils into golden yellow.
Two sword-sharp gazes shot at Long Kui, or maybe they were swords.
Sword intent also surged out from the depths of Long Kui's eyes, just like the color of his clothes, which was as bright as fire, reflecting his pupils into red.
Buzz!
The two men's gazes with sword intentions collided, and in an instant it seemed as if the whole world had stopped, and then an invisible wave of air blew out in all directions.
The grass blades on the ground were forced to fall in all directions by the domineering sword energy emanating from the two men.
Zhang Xiaozu and Yuan Taiping retreated because this was a special duel between sword cultivators and sword cultivators that they could not intervene in.
They could clearly feel the excitement of Zhou Jianlai and Long Kui. These two narcissists were enjoying the battle and did not need or refuse anyone's intervention.
Zhou Jianlai possesses the Jianxin state of mind, which allows him to listen to Wanjian's heart and make Wanjian surrender, giving him a sword-hearted will that is invincible in the world.
Although Long Kui does not have the sword heart state, he still has an invincible sword heart.
Originally he didn't have it, so he prepared for ten years before he had the courage to draw the sword of light.
But when he saw with his own eyes that the sword of light that he had worked so hard for ten years was easily pulled away by Zhou Jianlai, his heart was shattered in an instant.
Yet broken but not dead.
With the words "I am lucky to gain, but my life is lost", his broken sword heart was instantly reborn.
The reborn Kenshin told him that from now on no sword could stop him, and if there was one, he would kill him with one sword.
He lost the sword of light, but discovered an invincible sword heart.
laugh!
A slight, almost negligible sound came from a blade of grass on the grass between Zhou Jianlai and Long Kui.
The blade of grass was broken into two pieces, and the neat fracture seemed to have been cut by a sharp sword blade, but neither Zhou Jianlai nor Long Kui drew their swords, nor did they wave their sword energy.
Suddenly, another blade of grass was cut off. This blade of grass seemed to have been hit by two swords and was cut into three pieces.
Then another blade of grass was cut off.
Zhang Xiaozu and Yuan Taiping stared at the pieces of grass that were cut off one after another. They vaguely saw that Zhou Jianlai and Long Kui were fighting with their swords drawn, and the pieces of grass that were cut off were the battlefield where they fought.
The blades of grass were being chopped off faster and faster, so fast that Zhang Xiaopou could only see clearly with a deep state of mind.
Zhang Xiaozu counted it out of boredom. Each broken blade of grass was one length longer than the one that was broken before. In the end, the blade of grass was chopped into powder.
Suddenly, the blades of grass stopped breaking, because there was only one blade of grass left standing on the grass between the two of them.
The blades of grass stand straight up into the sky, like an unsheathed sword.
Zheng!
Zhou Jianlai and Long Kui drew their swords at the same time, as if they had agreed to do so.
In an instant, sword energy filled the sky.
The golden sword energy and the red sword energy collided together, seeming to shatter the entire sky together.
Ding!
The sword shoots out like electricity and breaks apart at the first touch.
The swordsmanship of both men has broken free from the constraints of moves. The point pointed by the sword peak is the move, and the direction of the sword heart is the form.
The moves have only one purpose - to take the enemy's life.
Therefore, it is both fierce and dangerous.
Because if you fail in one move, you may die.
However, while it is fierce and dangerous, it is also elegant and agile, tinkling and dancing like a melody.
Therefore, it is said that the battles between swordsmen are the most exciting, with decisive killings and no shortage of entertainment.
"Be careful!"
Zhou Jianlai suddenly shouted loudly. The Guangming Sword Scroll, carrying the Heavenly Dragon Sword Qi, stabbed Long Kui with one sword, and shouted: "This sword is ordinary."
Accompanied by his shout, the bright sword that was destroyed by light suddenly became dim, and the golden True Dragon Sword Qi also turned into a stream of light and disappeared.
The sword of light not only lost its light and color, but also its charm and momentum, giving people an ordinary feeling that no one would want to take a second look at it in a pile of swords.
At the same time, Zhou Jianlai also lost his fierceness and domineering attitude and turned into an ordinary person.
Long Kui looked solemn and faced him with a sword.
Ding!
The two sword tips collided together, and the space suddenly distorted, as if a transparent curtain was torn into pieces.
Long Kui jumped back, a wisp of black hair fell from his ear. He stared at Zhou Jianlai and asked with a smile: "Is this your way of swordsmanship?"
"Exactly." Zhou Jianlai nodded.
"With the help of heaven's power, it's so powerful." Long Kui praised without hesitation.
"No, it's not borrowing, because my sword is the way of heaven." Zhou Jianlai said with burning eyes.
"Amazing." Long Kui praised.
Zhou Jianlai raised the corners of his mouth proudly.
Long Kui slowly raised his sword and said, "I also want you to see my swordsmanship."
"I can't wait for a long time." Zhou Jianlai said excitedly.
"This move - Wuming!" Long Kui shouted, and the next moment the man and the sword merged into one, slashing towards Zhou Jianlai.
Zhou Jianlai sheathed the Sword of Light, pulled out the Mountain Sword, and shouted: "This sword will grow!"
boom!
The two swords collided together, and the sword energy rising into the sky seemed to split the sky in half.
The sharp turbulent flow of energy cut deep pits on the ground, causing sand and rocks to fly in an instant, and the surrounding vegetation was ravaged.
Thumb thump thump——
Zhou Jianlai took more than ten steps back in a row, and each step made the ground dent.
A piece of his clothes fell to the ground.
"How do you feel?" Long Kui asked with a smile.
"Not bad." Zhou Jianlai responded, then raised the mountain sword high and shouted: "Take another move from me, this sword, reach the top!"
The heavy sword has no edge, carries a huge force, wields the power of heaven and earth, and cuts down head on.
"This move - nameless!" Long Kui's sword painted the universe, and the sword shot up to the sky, but the sword fell from the sky, making people seem to have hallucinations.
boom--
There was flying sand and rocks, and the entire ground within a hundred paces radius was sunken.
A blood flower burst out from Zhou Jianlai's left shoulder, and he fell backwards and fell to the ground. A bloody gash was cut on Long Kui's forehead just above his eyebrows, and blood flowed down his eyebrows.
"Why is this sword also called Wuming, but it is completely different from the one just now?" Zhou Jianlai got up and asked.
Long Kui also climbed up and patted the mud and grass on his butt, and replied: "Because I can't give names, every move has no name."
"——So it's this Wuming who has time to read more." Zhou Jianlai said.
"Okay." Long Kui smiled.
Zhou Jianlai stretched out his body, and there was a crackling sound of muscles and bones stretching in his body. He raised his sword and said: "Then let's decide the winner."
"That's exactly what I meant." Long Kuiyang said with a sword.
Zhang Xiaozu watched from a distance as they were fighting again in one place, each sword was going to kill the opponent's craziness and ruthlessness. He couldn't help but shuddered and said: "In the future, if you see a powerful sword cultivator, you must go around it.
terrible."
"How powerful do you think Ye Cang'an's sword is?" Yuan Taiping asked curiously.
Zhang Xiaozu looked up at the sky and said, "Maybe I can really split the sky with one sword."
Suddenly, his eyes turned cold and he became murderous.
He saw a figure a hundred feet above the ground. Because the figure was flying so high, it was only as big as a fist from the ground.
Although this distance was beyond the scope of his subtle state of mind, the good light and his excellent eyesight were still able to see the person's face clearly.
It turned out to be Zhu Shun from Wanjiang Pavilion.
"Da Wa, be careful, Zhu Shun is in the sky!" Zhang Xiaozu immediately reminded Niu Da Wa, and then told Yuan Taiping: "You guard Da Wa down below, and I will deal with Zhu Shun."
Yuan Taiping also said that Zhang Xiaopou's eyes were locked on Zhu Shun's figure, and he couldn't help asking eagerly: "You don't have the wind element domain, how can you deal with him?"
"I have a way." Zhang Xiaopou said something and ran towards a peak not far away.
"Do it!" Yuan Taiping saw Zhang Xiaozu's intention, but this stupid method made him even more anxious.
In the distance, Zhou Jianlai and Long Kui were fighting fiercely, and they had no time to separate themselves.
"Old guy, let me shoot you to death for being such a bitch!"
Niu Dawa looked up to the sky and cursed, ignoring the thunder from the sky, he took out the elemental bow from the mustard seeds, drew the bow and aimed an arrow at Zhu Shun, who was hundreds of feet high in the sky.
