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Su Xiuxiu didn't dare to be negligent, and went all out, her soft waist danced, beautiful butterflies began to dance, and her murderous intent gradually gathered.

Ling Junwu raised the sword hanging by his side slowly, and his steps changed, making it unpredictable and unfathomable.

The figures of the two are intertwined, Ling Junwu's swordsmanship is actually very similar to Su Xiuxiu's, not only that, his sword moves are even more exquisite than Su Xiuxiu's.

"Could it be that he just learned the sword skills of 'Butterfly Lady'? It's impossible!"

"No! It's not just that!" A senior in Jianghu looked serious, "He didn't learn it, but changed his swordsmanship to be more subtle, genius! No, this is a genius that no one in the world can match!"

Holding the dazzling sword flowers, Ling Junwu lifted the sword in Su Xiuxiu's hand, and the sharp sword brushed past that beautiful cheek, and a few strands of hair floated in the air, and finally fell to the ground.

"'Butterfly Lady' Su Xiuxiu really deserves her reputation!" As she passed by, an intoxicating male voice rang in that delicate ear.

Su Xiuxiu turned pale at first, then blushed all over her face, she turned her head and glared at the extremely handsome man behind her in embarrassment, twisted her waist and flew off the stage, entered the crowd and disappeared immediately shadow.

Ling Junwu challenged dozens of masters of the younger generation in Jianghu one after another, and won each match with extremely exciting and astonishing methods.

The aura remained unchanged, Ling Junwu still looked at ease, and said to the seniors in the rivers and lakes: "I will ask some of you for advice!"

There was silence among the crowd, and no one dared to say that Ling Junwu was overestimated, no one dared to underestimate him.

"Okay! Let me meet the young hero for a while. It is a great blessing to have such a hero in the Jianghu. I will have no regrets in this life to meet such a young hero in my lifetime!"

Ling Junwu smiled and said nothing, with his long sword drawn across his body, and his other hand made a gesture of please.

"Who is this old man?"

"Don't be rude!" A senior scolded the junior beside him, "This is the well-known hero, 'The Compassionate Old Man'!"

The "compassionate old man" is a hero who was admired by most of the world decades ago. He drew his sword to help when encountering injustice. , and more than a hundred disciples in the stockade.

The people in the "Black Tiger Village" are cruel and merciless, blocking roads, robbing, killing passers-by, and harming the village.

Since the "compassionate old man" got rid of this great disaster, all the people here have enshrined tablets for him, burned incense every day, and kowtowed every night to thank this benefactor for his great kindness and virtue.

The two of them were already fighting together on the sword competition stage. The "compassionate old man" had a fierce sword with undue courage, and Ling Junwu's swordsmanship was also extremely fierce. Evenly matched.

The "compassionate old man" was horrified, but he also admired Ling Junwu who was competing with him. He could feel that the opponent didn't seem to use all his strength. For such a young person, his martial arts were so unfathomable, it was simply terrifying!

Ling Junwu clamped the sharp sword piercing his heart with two fingers, and sent the sword held in his other hand to the opponent's vital point.

The tip of the sword was already touching the skin, and the "compassionate old man" glanced down. If the sword went one step further, it would be able to pierce his own throat.

"Young Hero has won!"

Ling Junwu put down his sword and smiled lightly: "I've offended you!"

No one dared to compete with him now, after all, even the "compassionate old man" was defeated by this man who didn't know the details.

"It seems that there is no one..."

"I'll compete with you!"

Ling Junwu stared blankly at the man walking towards him, the veil covered his face, and every trace of his tall figure touched his mind, and he muttered to himself: "Brother..."

Everyone looked at the man who suddenly appeared in surprise, no one knew when this man came here, all eyes were on Ling Huisheng, and it was very quiet for a while, as if fascinated by this peerless grace. Living.

Ling Huisheng approached Ling Junwu step by step, and finally stopped in front of the man who was looking at him with a slight frown on the opposite side. He swung his sword and pointed his clean chin with the tip of the sword, and chuckled softly: "Junwu, brother is here to compete with you !"

"Then brother, please be merciful!" Ling Junwu smiled and moved the sword away, and moved closer to his brother's ear. He didn't know what he said, which made Ling Huisheng sneer, and looked back with ambiguous eyes.

Ling Junwu's sword suddenly stabbed out unexpectedly, but was blocked without any accident, with a crisp "Dang" sound, the sword was awe-inspiring, and he looked at the leisurely Ling Huisheng on the opposite side with all his attention.

Facing the elder brother who personally taught him since he was a child, he never dared to be careless in the slightest, and acted first, as long as he could gain the upper hand first, he might still have a chance to win.

The swords of the two collided again, faster and faster, the shadows of the swords were heavy, and the figures of the two were almost invisible.

Everyone in the Jianghu was stunned by such a fierce battle. There is such an exquisite swordsmanship and such a fast sword in this world, which is rare in the world. Since ancient times, there has never been such a person and such a swordsmanship in the Jianghu.

Neither of them used their spiritual power, they competed with each other one by one.

Ling Junwu's swordsmanship at this time was different from the previous few rounds, the move was fierce and fierce, a sweeping leg passed, and the sharp sword pierced from the bottom to the top, this move was really sinister.

Ling Huisheng turned around and landed behind Ling Junwu, kicking the opponent's back. Ling Junwu rolled sideways to dodge, turned around and slashed with a sword. This time he looked a little embarrassed.

Ling Huisheng blocked the sword that was slashing at him, turned his wrist and danced the sword beautifully, and the tip of the sword had already touched the skin of Ling Junwu's sword-holding hand between picks and stabs. Seeing that this sword is bound to fly the opponent the sword.

Ling Junwu smiled lightly, moved his body sideways, slammed into his brother's arms tightly against the blade of the sword, touched the thin waist vaguely, and then withdrew and left.

The two stood facing each other, and suddenly an inexplicable taste was mixed into the tense atmosphere, and tit for tat was wrapped in the lingering relationship.

Ling Junwu raised his sword slowly: "Brother, what reward will I get if I win?" After finishing speaking, he raised his sword and attacked.

Ling Junwu's sword has changed, becoming stable and thick, and people can tell at a glance that this person must have undergone countless hard training. This sword technique has no flaws in every move, and people can't help but retreat. Who can defend so firmly? Can it break?One move after another, continuous, no one present may be able to withstand such a dense attack without breathing space.

The two had been fighting for an unknown amount of time, and everyone was caught in this sword fight.

Ling Huisheng caught Ling Junwu's movement unexpectedly and swiftly, and the two who were very close to each other did a few moves, and then retreated at the same time.

The sharp sword struck with an unstoppable momentum, the momentum was like a rainbow, if it was struck by this sword, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Then Ling Junwu is going to lose!" This sentence suddenly popped up in everyone's mind.

Ling Junwu suddenly panicked, the sword in his hand did not block it, but withdrew it, stretched out his other hand, caught the sharp sword with his bare hands, and held it tightly in his palm, but no blood flowed out.

"Ah!" Everyone exclaimed shortly, no one could have imagined that Ling Junwu would do such a thing.

Spiritual power flowed out from Ling Huisheng's fingertips and touched Ling Junwu's body. The powerful spiritual power rushed into his body and instantly sealed his whole body's spiritual power. The power seemed to be frozen in his body and could no longer be mobilized.

Ling Junwu stiffened and asked, "What are you doing, brother?"

Ling Huisheng drew out his sword and put his backhand behind his back, and whispered in Ling Junwu's ear, "Don't think I don't know what you are thinking about going to see that Miss Xu, you dare to tease your brother, you are quite courageous." After finishing speaking, he straightened up lightly He glanced at it, turned and left.

Ling Junwu looked at the leaving figure, and heard a voice that only he could hear.

"Since you are in the human world, in order for you to cultivate your heart and mind, this spirit sealing technique will be unlocked for you when you return to the cultivation world."

"Could it be that brother's sword just now is going to cut off the precious sword that he personally gave me?" Ling Junwu looked a little gloomy, and did not answer Ling Huisheng's words just now.

"However, what's the point of destroying a mere Fantie?"

"A mere fantie..." He clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, smiled wryly, his eyes suddenly became sharp, fixed on the back that made him distracted, the sword in his hand came out, and stabbed straight at his back. Dear brother vest.