Zhenwu Tianxia: Summon Yuwen Chengdu at the beginning

"My lord, don't be willful!" Yan Bo said.

"Let's take a look from afar!" Situ Qianfeng said.

Uncle Yan looked at Situ Qianfeng who was eager to try, and he could only nod his head in agreement: "The young master must listen to the old man, and if he is in danger, get out immediately."

"Uncle Yan, don't worry, I'm not stupid, if there is danger, I will definitely run the fastest!" Situ Qianfeng laughed. .

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Chapter 89 The Competition Between Swordsmen

At the foot of Lishan Mountain.

Ye Gucheng was wearing a white shirt and stopped walking with a long sword in his hand.

Looking up at the ancient stone steps that spread from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, he slowly closed his eyes, and the gentle autumn wind blew slightly, lifting his temples.

Vaguely, he felt a lot of fierce sword aura, among the mountains, rocks, vegetation, and in the sunshine and autumn wind, there were hidden but real sword auras that were hard to detect.

It seems that there is a world of sword intent in front of you, and everything is filled with sword intent.

These sword intents did not come from a certain person, but from the infection of time and inheritance.

It is the trace left by countless ancestors of the Lishan Sword School who have practiced swordsmanship for thousands of years.

"What a place of swordsmanship!"

Ye Gucheng slowly opened his eyes and praised softly.

These sword intents integrated into the heaven and the earth do not have any exaggerated effects, they are more like clouds of invisible clouds, covering the entire Lishan Mountain.

Perhaps on this Lishan Mountain, the efficiency of practicing swordsmanship will be higher than in other places, but the degree of improvement is very limited.

But the accumulation of a little makes a lot, even if it is just a little bit of improvement, it is very valuable to a warrior.

Ye Gucheng stepped on the stone ladder, his snow-white clothes fluttered slightly in the autumn wind, causing the dust and fallen leaves on the steps to fly up.

Step by step, slowly and steadily.

He stopped again in front of the mountain gate halfway up the mountain.

The mountain gate of Lishan Sword Sect is a three-foot-high gatehouse, with two stone pillars standing on both sides, and above it is written "Lishan Sword Sect, four big characters."

In front of the mountain gate, there is a hillside with a width of more than ten feet, and the bluestone ground is very flat.

"Ye Gucheng!"

At this time, Yu Zheng was standing inside the mountain gate, watching Ye Gucheng walk up the mountain, his expression suddenly became serious.

"Sect Master Yu!" Ye Gucheng nodded slightly.

"Your Excellency knows me?" Yu Zheng was a little surprised.

Ye Gucheng said: "In the battle at Heiyaling, among the warriors present, Sect Master Yu's swordsmanship is the most outstanding."

He has always only had two things, one is a master, and the other is kendo.

In the Battle of Heiyaling, there were several Xiantian masters, but none of them practiced swordsmanship, and under Xiantian, Yu Zheng's swordsmanship was the most outstanding.

Yu Zheng looked at Ye Gucheng with a complicated expression.

"Ye, Mr. Ye!"

"Can you cancel this fight?"

"Why?" Ye Gucheng frowned slightly.

He came all the way to Lishan Sword Sect just for this competition, but now Yu Zheng wants to cancel the competition!

"Master respects him!" Yu Zheng said.

It's just that before he finished speaking, a clear and clear laughter suddenly resounded in the surrounding mountains and forests.

"Hahaha~~ You fool, you almost ruined a good competition!"

The smile is free and easy, just like the figure leaping down from the top of the mountain.

"Old man Yu Shan, I met fellow Daoist Ye!"

Yu Shan is eight feet tall, thin but tall and straight, and his white hair can't hide his sharp temperament.

"Ye Gucheng met senior!"

Ye Gucheng cupped his hands.

"In front of you, I can't afford to be a senior!" Yu Shan said with a smile.

"Before the competition, everything is unknown, why should seniors be humble!" Ye Gucheng said. ....

"No, although there is no competition yet, the old man is known not to be your opponent. After all, the old man is not capable of defeating Jin An with a single sword!" Yu Shan looked at Ye Gucheng, his vicissitudes of life filled with excitement.

The sun is in the middle of the sky, the clouds are light and the wind is light.

The gentle sunshine fell on the two of them, making the atmosphere between them more gentle.

They are not enemies, they just made an appointment for a competition.

But as time went by, the atmosphere between the two became sharp again.

An indescribable sword intent, like an invisible mountain peak, pressed down to the surroundings.

"We only compete with swords!" Ye Gucheng said.

"Okay!" Yu Shan replied.

Although the two haven't drawn their swords yet, the competition has already begun.

The fierce sword energy burst out of the air suddenly, and merged with the gentle autumn wind.

Yu Zheng, Qi Jinfeng and many other disciples of the Lishan Sword Sect stared at him, feeling the sharp sword energy, as if there was a trembling of fear in their hearts.

Ye Gucheng had a sword in his palm, but the sword was still in its sheath, and the sword energy did not come from the sword.

His people are sharper and fiercer than swords.

Yu Shan's sword was also in the sword, but his sharp-edged aura continued to spread.

When the eyes of the two of them met, it was like sharp swords meeting.

None of them moved, but this static pressure was stronger and more terrifying than moving.

A fallen leaf floated over, floated between the two of them, and immediately fell, even the wind couldn't blow it.

In the forest next to the mountain gate.

Situ Qianfeng and Yan Bo stood on a big tree, looking at them.

Yan Bo's pupils shrank suddenly, and his muscles tensed.

Even a hundred meters away, he still felt a heavy pressure.

This pressure does not come from the outside world, but from his psychology.

Just like the gap in the level of life, just looking at it from a distance made him feel humble.

"Kendo can do this!"

Yan Bo murmured in horror.

Situ Qianfeng didn't hear his words, his eyes were full of Ye Gucheng at this moment.

He didn't have Yan Bo's cultivation and artistic conception, but he couldn't feel the oppression from the sword.

He looked at Ye Gucheng, at the figure that was straighter and sharper than a sword.

"This is the way of the sword I want!"

Situ Qianfeng only had one thought at this time, and that was to learn the sword intent from Ye Gucheng.

It seems that Ye Gucheng's sword intent has a fatal attraction to him, making him unable to extricate himself.

On the hillside.

The pressing pressure suddenly eased.

Suddenly, there was another dragon chant, and the sword energy soared into the sky.

Ye Gucheng's sword has been unsheathed.

Under the soft sunlight, his sword was extremely pale, palpitatingly pale.

Similarly, the sword in Yu Shan's hand was also out of its sheath.

The two swords pierced out at the same time, and kept changing with the footsteps of the two.

The blades hadn't touched yet, and the speed of the two of them was not moving fast. There was still a distance of several feet, but the blades had already changed a lot.

There is no gorgeous move, and it can't be called wonderful. Even an ordinary person will feel like this when seeing this scene, there is nothing special about it.

But the foreheads of Yu Zheng, Qi Jinfeng, Yan Bo and others were covered with fine cold sweat. ....

As outstanding swordsmen, they could see that the competition between the two had already begun, it was a competition between sword intents, it was a competition between sword powers.

The change in the sword technique is only to make the sword intent and momentum stronger.

Under everyone's gaze, the distance between Ye Gucheng and Yu Shan is getting closer.

at last.

Their blades met.

Ding!

A crisp sound sounded, and a mass of tangled sword energy spread in all directions.

The messy sword energy tore the fallen leaves, dust, autumn wind, and warm sun.

Immediately afterwards, the sword became faster and faster, from slow at the beginning to so fast at the end that there was only an afterimage left.

Ye Gucheng's sword is like a gust of wind outside the white clouds.

Yu Shan's sword is like a stubborn stone in the forest.

The wind is ethereal and flowing, and the stubborn stone is solid and unyielding.

One sword after another, more than a dozen moves in the blink of an eye.

It seems to be evenly matched.

"Mr. Ye, if your sword is only this good, it is absolutely impossible to defeat Jin An with one sword!"

Yu Shan said suddenly.

It is impossible to be evenly matched, the only possibility is that Ye Gucheng keeps his hand.

Ye Gucheng did keep his hand, because he wanted to feel Yu Shan's sword well.

Jin An is not a swordsman, so he will not have any entanglement with it.

Yu Shan is an excellent swordsman, and Ye Gucheng wants to know what is so special about his sword.

In fact, Yu Shan's sword is very special.

He is better at defense, and he will leave five points in every move, as a room for defense and a sharp edge for attack.

The swordsman is not just indomitable.

Go forward indomitably, show your sharpness, maybe even more fierce.

But it's even more dangerous to be like Yu Shan, because you never know when he will make a move, making you hard to guard against.

If it was an ordinary swordsman who was fighting with Yu Shan at this time, he might have been pierced by the sword.

It's a pity that Yu Shan is facing Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng's sword has thousands of changes, and dozens of changes can be made in just an instant.

No matter what Yu Shan did, it was impossible for him to find Ye Gucheng's shortcomings.

Ye Gucheng's eyes flickered, and the sharp edge of his sword suddenly turned.

The figure fell from the sky, and the sword energy flew out along the sunlight and turned into a long rainbow.

Clang~~

The two swords staggered, shooting out sparks one after another.