The two sword masters collided for the first time. They were evenly matched, and both sides retreated violently.
"Boy, your swordsmanship is good, it's interesting!" The middle-aged man in gray robe fell into the turbulent river, stepped on a piece of driftwood and retreated five or six feet. The surging waves rolled over and splashed to both sides of the river.
Zhuo Feifan flipped in the air and landed flexibly on a cruise ship. His arms were trembling and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"It was so strong, the blade almost flew away!" Zhuo Feifan stared at his opponent with a serious look on his face.
The first confrontation made both sides realize the strength of their opponents and no longer underestimated them.
While the two were confronting each other, those who fell into the water also took the opportunity to climb up to the shore and watch the contest between the two from a safe position.
The entire river was silent, and countless pairs of eyes looked at the two of them, feeling full of excitement.
Many people are secretly speculating, what happened today? There are sword masters fighting in Danyang City one after another. Are they not afraid of the wrath of the Nangong family?
Nangong Jin, holding the Feixue Sword, stood on the balcony with Luo Xiangling, Butler Kou and others, watching this scene with serious expressions.
Everyone looked serious, as if no one had expected that a wonderful poetry event would cause so much trouble.
It seems that today is not a good day!
The originally turbulent river gradually calmed down.
The middle-aged man in gray robe held a crimson heavy sword and said coldly: "Come again, I will take action if you don't do it!"
"Humph, I'm afraid of you!" Zhuo Feifan's eyes exuded a high fighting spirit, and the innate true energy in his body began to flow rapidly, and a wisp of dark blue air flowed along the blade of the sword, as if it were rendered with ink.
He kicked off the deck, leaped into the air, and instantly turned into an afterimage and shot towards the opponent, and the sword stabbed out quickly!
There was a whoosh, a sharp whistling sound that pierced the ears and eyes.
The young man in gray robe sneered: "Young man from the end of the world, I have heard the name of a genius for a long time! But it's a pity that you met me today, and you are destined to see blood."
Feeling the tyrannical aura exuding from the other party, a fiery red halo appeared on his body. The blazing flame essence was swirling on the surface of his body. The violent high temperature spread and the calm river surface around him began to boil.
The wooden board was shattered under his feet, his figure flickered, he jumped up from the water, waved his hand and struck hard!
The sword blade passed by, and the space suddenly shook violently!
"Old man, don't be too arrogant!" Zhuo Feifan shouted sharply, and the sharp sword instantly stabbed the epee, creating a strange softness.
The blade of the sword turned suddenly, like a poisonous snake, and quickly strangled the opponent!
The expression of the middle-aged man in gray robe suddenly changed slightly. Almost 90% of the strength of the heavy sword in his hand was removed, and even the sword moves were affected by the strange artistic conception.
Clang! Clang! Clang!...
Sparks flew everywhere and the sound of impact was endless.
The two sharp swords collided in mid-air and became wildly entangled.
Under the pressure of the powerful momentum, the middle-aged man in gray robe was forced to retreat continuously on the river, and suddenly he made a false shot. He took four steps back violently, and his body turned erratically, avoiding the frontal entanglement like a ghost.
When he appeared again, he was behind Zhuo Feifan and stabbed him hard from bottom to top.
"Hmph, you're playing tricks!" Feeling the sword intent approaching rapidly from behind, Zhuo Feifan turned around to block with his sword.
With a sharp whistling sound, the crimson blade struck Zhuo Feifan's blade at extremely high speed, and the strong force instantly knocked the blade into a thrilling arc.
If he pressed even an inch, it would have penetrated his throat.
Zhuo Feifan held the sword in both hands and flicked it away, quickly shaking the heavy sword away, and he retreated erratically.
"Where to escape!" The middle-aged man in gray clothes who had the upper hand shouted sharply, stepped on the water and ran away, slashing hard in the air, full of domineering! Zhuo Feifan's eyes flashed with a faint light, and his figure suddenly scattered in all directions.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! In an instant, he transformed into five clones out of thin air and attacked his opponent from several different angles.
The middle-aged man in gray robe slashed open with his sword. When he saw this scene, his pupils shrank slightly and he quickly retreated.
Four or five Zhuo Feifan followed him like a shadow, swinging their swords continuously to kill their opponents.
Slash and slash!
Breaking interception!
Erase the circle and kill!
Ordinary moves are executed one after another, making the extraordinary swordsmanship seem ever-changing!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The two people collided crazily in the middle of the river. The sonorous and powerful collision sounds continued, and the sword light shot out, shaking in all directions!
Peng! Peng! Peng!
The violent sword energy swept across, setting off water columns of several feet on the river, which was spectacular and breathtaking.
The two figures were fighting madly on the river, stretching from the east of the river to the west of the river, stretching for tens of feet. The sharp sword energy shot out in all directions, splitting the shops and houses on both sides of the river into pieces, and splashing dust all over the sky.
Wherever the two of them went, the crowd of people watching around them also started to move quickly. No one wanted to miss this exciting fight.
During the fight, Zhuo Feifan's strange identity and sharp sword moves revealed his amazing strength!
Those clones and phantoms are like his shadow, like mist and wind, sometimes scattered and entangled, sometimes swaying sideways, sometimes closing into one, changing unpredictable.
"The wind is silent, like lightning and light!"
"The water leaves no trace and is endless!"
"The sword energy is invisible and the wind is like fire!"
"Can you block my eighteen soul-chasing swords?" During the frenzied fight, Zhuo Feifan couldn't help but let out a loud shout, and his momentum increased rapidly.
Five afterimages attacked the gray-robed middle-aged man continuously from several different angles. They used sword moves one after another in turn. The swordsmanship was cunning, ruthless, and bizarre!
A series of misty sword shadows covered it, forcing the opponent to be at a loss for a moment and in a state of embarrassment.
"Chichi~"
In just a short period of time, the middle-aged man in gray robe had seven or eight scratches on his body, and there was even a bloody streak on his cold cheek.
The middle-aged man in gray robe dodged and retreated to an arch bridge. He looked down at Zhuo Feifan on the river with an ugly expression and cold eyes.
On the right bank of the river, Xia Houxuan, who was surrounded by many guards, couldn't help but become furious when he saw this scene.
"Uncle Zhong, what are you waiting for? Are you waiting for someone to kill you?"
"Kill him directly, don't waste time!" Xia Houxuan said angrily from a distance.
Zhuo Feifan pointed his sword at the noble young master: "You kid, you'd better shut up, otherwise, I'll be the first to deal with you later!"
Xia Houxuan looked frightened and was so angry that he choked on his breath.
In a restaurant not far away, Lu Chen looked calmly at the two people fighting on the river.
When he saw Zhuo Feifan displaying his unique skills, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he was a little surprised and said: "Hey, where did this kid learn the sword skills? It's so exquisite, and his body skills are also weird!"
"With his strength at the innate virtual elixir level, he can actually force the masters at the innate real elixir level to avoid everything!"
"You do have some talent!"
What a profound strength Lu Chen has. With his level, he can certainly tell how strong this extraordinary strength is.
Unexpectedly, when I first arrived, I saw two talented martial arts wizards. It seems that this Canglan Continent is indeed a place full of spiritual energy and outstanding people.
This time he visited Danyang City and he was not disappointed!
As Zhuo Feifan and Hui Yizhong fought, more and more commotions were caused, and more and more civilians were attracted to Danyang City to watch.
Even the Nangong family in Danyang City was quickly alarmed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the criss-crossed city, a group of fully armed Shenyu Guards were galloping on the streets, each one of them menacing and with murderous eyes, causing countless passers-by to stop and watch.
The leader was wearing a purple robe embroidered with golden dragons. He was lean, with gray hair on his temples, and a broad face. He had the aura of having been in a high position all year round.
In addition, there are two innate strong men behind him.
There was a person wearing red leather armor, carrying a blood-red sword at his waist, with a ponytail, and he was constantly swinging as the horse jolted. Upon closer inspection, he turned out to be a beautiful woman with a cold expression and heroic appearance.
The other person is a man in yellow robe with a cold expression.
Hearing the sound of fierce fighting coming from the Zhenjiang Tower ahead, the group quickened their pace and hurried over.
After a while, a group of people rushed to the street near the arch bridge, just in time to see the middle-aged man in gray robe being pushed back onto the arch bridge.
The middle-aged man in gray robe squinted his eyes and paid attention to the group of people on the way. When he saw the man in purple leading them, his eyes were suddenly startled: "Nangong Wentian, are you even alarmed?"
"Brother Zhongqiu, please stop!" Nangong Wentian rode a tall war horse and said with his hands raised.
When Nangong Wentian heard this shouting, it turned out that the name of Uncle Zhong that Xia Houxuan was calling was Zhong Qiu!
Zhong Qiu held a crimson heavy sword and said with a cold expression: "Nangong City Lord, I'm sorry. I was teased by a yellow-haired kid today. I really lost my face. How can I let it go? Today is what it is today. I can't become the leader of Canglan Continent in the future.
You are the butt of a joke, please forgive me!”
Nangong Wentian advised: "Brother Zhongqiu, Danyang City is not very peaceful today, please give my Nangong family some face, and let it go!"
"If there is anything wrong, I, Nangong Wentian, will give you an explanation!"
Zhong Chou shook his head and said: "Nangong City Lord, stop trying to persuade me. I have made my mind up. If I don't teach this yellow-haired boy a lesson today, I, Zhong Chou, will probably have no place in Canglan Continent in the future!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Qiu kicked the ground, and the bridge pier beneath him suddenly cracked in a large area. His entire figure shot out and slashed at Zhuo Feifan on the river with his sword.
"Old guy, if I give you three points of color, you can open a dyeing workshop, right?" Zhuo Fei couldn't help but sneered when he saw the other party rushing towards him.
Whoosh, the figure was divided into five parts again, and he quickly stabbed it with his sword.
However, golden light burned deep in Zhong Qiu's eyes, as if he had seen through the flaw in Zhuo Feifan's movement. The figure that shot out quickly surged across the river. Mysterious golden runes lit up on the crimson heavy sword. The powerful sword
The Qi instantly locked onto Zhuo Feifan's true form.
Whoosh!
Zhong Qiu's figure was like a swift swordfish, cutting across the river surface at great speed. Wherever it went, a violent curtain of water was set off on the calm river.
"Come on!" Feeling the murderous aura coming towards his face, Zhuo Feifan looked solemn, as if facing a formidable enemy!
Erratic, swift!
The speed at which Zhong Qiu broke out at this moment was simply beyond imagination, and the ghostly figure moved at an irregular speed, making people unpredictable.
Just a moment ago, he was still more than ten feet away, and the next moment he was in front of Zhuo Feifan, and then a domineering sword swept out!
One effort will bring down ten!
No matter how good your skills are, it will be in vain in the face of absolute strength.
Zhong Chou uses overwhelming strength to force his opponent.
Zhuo Feifan, who transformed into five afterimages, was directly blown away.
With a muffled sound, Zhuo Feifan was thrown directly into the air, blood spurting out from his mouth.
