After traveling through the book, I conquered the male protagonist Long Aotian!

The two men fought back and forth, with sword shadows intertwining, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

"The first move of the Thunder Sword Technique - Lightning and Thunder!"

Lin Yu thrust out the sword in his hand suddenly, with the force of thunder, and went straight to Gu Qingze.

Gu Qingze's eyes narrowed, and he dodged the attack with a flash.

However, Lin Yu's offensive did not stop. He immediately used the second move "Thunder from the Sky". Countless sword qi poured down like a rainstorm, covering Gu Qingze. The sword moves were fierce, not giving the opponent any chance to breathe.

Gu Qingze was in a difficult situation, but he remained calm. He took mysterious steps and moved freely in the rain of swords. At the same time, he swung the "Qingxin Sword" in his hand rapidly, forming an impenetrable defense line. His eyes were calm and composed, without a trace of panic.

Suddenly, Lin Yu used another move, and the sword came like a storm. His body leaned forward slightly, and his feet moved flexibly, with powerful force in every step.

Gu Qingze did not flinch, he dodged flexibly and then thrust out with his sword. His movements were smooth and natural, as if he had merged with the sword.

Lin Yu jumped back and avoided the attack.

His eyes were fixed on Gu Qingze, as if he was thinking about the next offensive strategy.

The two sides looked at each other and felt each other's strength.

Lin Yu was secretly shocked. His junior brother's understanding of the way of the sword was beyond his expectations. It seemed that he had to take it more seriously.

Therefore, he decided to change his strategy, take a defensive approach, and look for Gu Qingze's weaknesses.

Gu Qingze pressed on step by step, and his swordsmanship became more and more fierce. He knew that he had to defeat Lin Yu as soon as possible, otherwise he might be at a disadvantage if time went on for a long time.

"A thousand miles of ice."

Finally, Gu Qingze used the moves he had just learned from the "Heavenly Ice Sword Technique". The sword in Gu Qingze's hand instantly became icy cold, and the air around him seemed to condense into frost.

His figure flashed, and he rushed towards Lin Yu like a ghost, leaving a string of icy marks wherever the sword passed.

Seeing this, Lin Yu quickly used his Qinggong to step back a few steps, while waving his sword, trying to resist Gu Qingze's attack.

However, Gu Qingze's swordsmanship was as cold and ruthless as ice and snow, which made Lin Yu feel more pressured.

At this moment, Lin Yu suddenly discovered a flaw in Gu Qingze.

"Thunder shakes the nine heavens." He seized the opportunity, took a step forward, and swung the sword with all his strength.

This sword was so powerful that it resounded throughout the duel venue like thunder. The sword blade, with its sharp sword energy, attacked directly at Gu Qingze's weak spot.

Gu Qingze was startled and turned around to dodge, but he was still affected by the sword wind and his sleeve was torn. His eyes turned cold and he knew that he could no longer passively defend and had to take the initiative to attack.

The two men engaged in a fierce confrontation again, with sword shadows flashing, lightning and cold air merging.

Finally, after hundreds of rounds of fighting, Lin Yu broke through Gu Qingze's defense with a move called "Thunderbolt" and knocked his sword away.

Gu Qingze took a few steps back and steadied himself. He looked at Lin Yu with a hint of admiration on his face.

"Senior brother, your swordsmanship is truly amazing. I admit defeat." Gu Qingze said with a bow.

Lin Yu smiled slightly and put away his sword.

"Junior brother, your swordsmanship is also very good. If I didn't have much more experience in actual combat than you, the outcome of this competition would be hard to predict."

"Senior brother, you are humble."

Gu Qingze sighed. He didn't expect that he still lost. But it was normal. Senior Brother Lin had been practicing swordsmanship for hundreds of years, while he had only practiced for less than a few years. It was not shameful to lose.