In Wei Yang's opinion, Dongfang Bubai's way was wrong.

Martial arts are not destruction.

Not born for destruction.

For example, Pangu opened the world and transformed his backbone into a poor way, which was to protect the East. The martial arts of the unbeaten in the East were the same as those of most people in the martial arts of the Jianghu people, which was to plunder and then suppress it.

This shouldn't be the case.

"Please!" Wei Yang stabbed with a sword.

Don't want Dongfang Bubai to take the move first.

Dongfang Bubai laughed and said, "This kind of martial arts is worth letting go."

As soon as the words were finished, the sword came to his face.

But that was just a sword light.

The sword light that came out of the sword crossed the Wei River and came to the front in an instant.

Dongfang Bubai waved his hand, but he was already in his heart.

Wei Yang's sword light was no longer just destroyed. Looking at the ordinary sword light, there was a domineering and extremely suppressed feeling.

This kid is young and his martial arts skills are far from the best in the world, but he actually wants to suppress the best in the world.

"Good sword intent, good internal strength." Dongfang Bubai's expression changed slightly. He blocked the sword with a horizontal sword, blocking the busy sword intent that followed the first sword, and waved his hand and responded with a move.

"What kind of sword technique is this?" Jianghu Qunhao was completely confused.

The two martial arts leaders who stepped across the Weishui River in one step were also confused. The sword skills of these two people have surpassed sword skills.

"It's no worse than Tai Chi sword technique, this is the sword intent." Taoist Master Chongxu shook his head, "I live for dozens of years."

This is not.

His swordsmanship, the antelope hanging on the horns, has already reached the point where there is no trace to follow.

However, Taoist Master Chongxu's sword technique is ultimately "Tao", the great way his school pursues.

There is no difference between the Tao and the lower level, but there are differences between people's realms.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd exclaimed: "I saw another sword turning into nine phoenixes."

Wei Yang did not dare to be careless when facing Dongfang Bubai. The first sword was just a test. When he arrived at the second sword, he almost tried his best. With one sword, nine phoenixes were out, three phoenixes were ahead and six phoenixes were behind, and at the same time he left the position where he was standing.

bite--

When the swords were intertwined with a light sound, everyone saw that at about dozens of feet away from Wei Yang's footsteps, the Dongfang Bubai sword was breathing and spitting. Wei Yang's Wentian Sword was dim and the two of them had already grabbed the strategic attack point that they could not give up between lightning.

"If they suddenly attack, hiss..." Master Fang Zheng said in his heart.

He can't escape it.

"These two people have only seen their body skills and sword skills in their lives. It seems that they wanted to give up the last time they competed in the western frontier." Taoist Master Chongxu turned around and said, "In the future, I am afraid that all sects will change their courses, and the ancestral martial arts of each sect will gradually be verified."

Hearing another sneer, Qunhao was surprised, and he felt that his eyes were not enough to capture them. The two men were extremely fast. At this moment of lightning, they changed their positions again. A distance of hundreds of feet seemed to be only a small inch under their feet. They reached the other side of their original footsteps. They didn't know how many dozens of rounds of battle, but they only touched the long sword.

Such masters seem to have completely different realms with others in the battle. When someone fights, the long swords collide, and the sound of jingling sounds are endless, but they occasionally make a soft sound, as if the two swords have no chance to intersect.

"Bang!" Finally, there was a sound of two palms touching each other, and then a great terror broke out. The shadows of the two men disappeared in front of the heroes, and then someone shouted, "Look!"

Where the two fought, there were hundreds of feet apart from north to south, as if two flowers were born on the flat ground, and the east was unbeaten and purple. Wei Yang was covered in national red. The two were like colors dripping into the water, and there was no sight of galloping across the mountain. Only two lightly smears of different clouds came suddenly, but this time it finally distinguished the level.

Dongfang Bubai had no trace at all, and he seemed to have broken the void and appeared at the place he wanted to appear at any time.

That's not to say that he is enough to break the void, but that his body is too fast and others cannot catch him passing through the space.

Wei Yang was one level behind. Every step he took would leave a trace of afterimage. Even though he was shocking, he lost with Dongfang Bubai.

The two clouds collided again, but there was still no earth-shaking sound.

But the Wei River rose three feet higher, and it was frozen again without any delay.

"Get back!" Everyone who had just arrived by the river suddenly heard a scolding. Zhang Furong swept the dust and rolled up three or five masters in front and threw them back.

What?

For a moment, there seemed to be a fire burning on the river bank. The scorching sun was exposed, and the soil began to crack, and the originally wet river bank began to turn into tiled mud bricks.

That was the ultimate internal strength of the two people. In the collision, the water on the surface squeezed the ground and caused the evaporation to increase. Then the overflowing sword energy tore through the rapidly drying river bank, forming irregular mud bricks of various sizes in tiles.

"You can't suppress me after all." Dongfang Bubai said suddenly.

This is already a battle. Dongfang Bubai realized that Wei Yang's martial arts was to protect him, and he insisted on destroying him. With his internal skills, Wei Yang could not suppress him at this moment, so naturally the situation under his control was better.

Wei Yang said: "You and I will die. The Weishui River will not work the year before yesterday. Even if you can destroy it for a while, who will it remain for a hundred years? Where will Dongfang Bubai be?"

While talking, the two fought for more than ten more rounds.

There seemed to be no true energy attached to their sword edge, but they wanted to defeat each other by the benefit of the sword.

But all the heroes gritted their teeth. The sword energy overflowed from the sword edge seemed to be a cocoon wrapped around them, and the frozen river water seemed to be attached to tens of thousands of sword intents, which was extremely oppressing their mood.

At this moment, a sudden sound of puff was heard, and in the gap between the mud bricks under Zhang Furong's feet, there seemed to be a master attack. On Zhang Furong's pair of cloud shoes, the Taoist robe was cut through a hole by a sharp sword-like sword energy.

She sighed and jumped out of the river bank.

It turned out that she wanted to use her martial arts to suppress the sword intent in the soil, but her internal strength was not good, and she had to jump out of the land that made her understand the way of swordsmanship.

Several masters were stunned. Is there such an opportunity?

Dongfang Bubai's eyes turned and disappeared again. The next moment, he was dozens of feet away from everyone, standing on the ice layer with one foot, rubbing it forward, the ice was formed again, and the ice air rose with him, and the sword energy bursting on the river bank was very sharp, just like thousands of Dongfang Bubai took action together. In a burst of exclamations, all the heroes retreated, and no one dared to stand on the river bank that could comprehend the supreme sword intent.

"Mr. Dongfang, fish swimming in the water, and the people downstream still have to survive." Wei Yang held the long sword and landed a hundred feet away in front of Dongfang Bubai. His Nine Yang skills reached the extreme. In an instant, spring was warm and snow melted. The Wei River under his feet made a gurgling sound again.

The ice layer was unsealed, and Weiyang did not light up water. A wave of Wei River rolled continuously under his feet, like a wave, like a lotus platform.

The heroes are both happy and worried.

Just now, when Dongfang Bubai fought against the leader of the righteous path, they only felt that the martial arts of these people were "all of them were so brilliant". However, now that Dongfang Bubai took action, everyone had an understanding. If he had used his body skills to attack just now, Master Fang Zheng and Master Chongxu would definitely not be able to resist it.

And now the one who resisted that devil is another...

"It's another devil." Everyone lamented in their hearts, without any excitement.
Chapter completed!