Chapter 45 Dual Swords
The top of Baiyun Mountain.
There are steep cliffs all around here, which keep most warriors out from the beginning.
Anyone who can reach the top is at least a congenital master.
At this time, these innate masters could only wait aside and become spectators.
On the flat ground in the center, under the awning built by disciples of the six major sects, there were six chairs placed, five of which were occupied.
"Master Lieyan of the Jinguang Sect, His Excellency the Sword Master of the Changbai Sword Sect, Master Xinchan of the Bodhi Zen Temple, and the young friend of the Red Ape Sect... you are all here, very good."
The head of the Zhenwu Sect looked middle-aged, wearing a turtle and snake Taoist robe, stroking his beard and smiling.
"The only one missing is Fairy Bingpo from the Suxin Sect... As the host, you make us wait in vain? Humph!" The Lord of Changbai Sword snorted coldly.
The new leader of the Red Ape Sect looked embarrassed, but he knew his identity and said nothing.
The head of the Zhenwu Sect said, "Fairy Bingpo's disciples discovered the whereabouts of the remnants of the 'Mad King'. She was worried and went to suppress them, but it was an easy task... The most urgent task is to attend the Grandmasters' meeting today. The one dragon and two kings will definitely not give up and will have to fight with us..."
“Hehe…” Changbai Sword Master sneered, “Not only that, I got the news that the White Tiger Star Lord also appeared in the Dhamo Kingdom recently… Little monkey, your chance for revenge has come.”
"If the White Tiger Star Lord really comes, everyone in the Red Ape Sect will avenge the previous Sect Master even if it costs their lives!"
The Red Ape Sect Leader's face twitched, but he still answered in a cold voice.
"Amitabha, our six major sects are of the same origin... We must not harm the harmony." Master Xinchan put his hands together, and his tone was filled with a peaceful power that soothed the hostility: "It just so happens... Fairy Bingpo has also arrived."
As soon as he finished speaking, several great masters noticed a figure in white slowly floating towards them, and they all felt a chill in their hearts.
Knowing that Master Xinchan has practiced the "Bodhi Heart Method" in depth and mastered a spiritual skill, his keen perception of various qi is even better than theirs.
"Eh? Fairy Bingpo, you are injured. Who did this?"
Master Lieyan looked at Fairy Bingpo sitting down with a stern expression.
"White Tiger Star Lord Fang Xian... I fought with this person..." Fairy Bingpo's face was as cold as frost: "This person is far superior to me, maybe he has already touched that threshold..."
This was a shocking statement! All the leaders present were speechless.
They all know the difference between a master and a grand master. The former is still studying himself, while the latter has already reached the power of heaven and earth!
"Given time, this person will become another crazy Chu man!"
The Lord of Changbai Sword said coldly, and the long sword in the scabbard suddenly made a clear sound.
“Here it comes!”
The leaders of the six major sects stood up at the same time and saw four figures coming together.
One of them held a knife, one held a sword, one was a woman in black, and the last one was a young man wearing a white and gold robe, looking very imposing.
Knife King Guan Sheng, Sword King Linghu, Yilong Yulongjiao, and White Tiger Star Lord - Fang Xian!
"We are honored that you four can come ."
The leaders of the six major sects looked at each other, and the leader of the Zhenwu Sect stepped out to speak.
"Yuanwu's invasion of another country is an unjust war!"
Yu Longjiao snorted coldly: "As warriors of my generation, we must fight him to the end!"
"What is justice? The world is divided, the nations are divided, the people are suffering. Only great unification is the real justice. The rest are just trifles!"
The Zhenwu Sect leader said with emotion.
"Can the world be unified only by you, the righteous people?"
The Sword King snorted coldly.
"It seems that the differences are too big. The victory or defeat must be determined by martial arts. Why say too much?" Fang Xian sneered.
"There are six of us, but you only have four. It's unfair to use your numbers to bully the few." Master Lieyan said, "How about we just fight four rounds and stop when we're done?"
“That’s not necessary!”
Yu Longjiao saw through the conspiracy at a glance and waved her hand: "One-on-one duel, the winner gets to fight again, the four of us are enough to deal with the six of you..."
If it was a one-on-one fight, each person could only go on the field once, and the combat power of her and Fang Xian, who were beyond ordinary masters, would be wasted.
"Well, I'll take the first game."
The Changbai Sword Master walked lightly to the center of the field and asked, "Sword King, do you dare to fight?"
"Haha, that's exactly what I want!"
Linghu drew his sword and followed the sword, transforming into a stunning rainbow: "Please!"
"please!"
These two men were both true swordsmen. When they attacked, their swords made a thunderous sound and the sword energy was cold and chilling, as if two dragons, one blue and one white, were fighting each other.
Choke!
The field was filled with sword energy and figures flashed by, and in an instant they were attacking each other with hundreds of swords.
"Good swordsmanship ..."
The innate masters on the periphery watched with cold sweat, feeling that if they were in the masters' shoes, they would not be able to withstand a single blow from any of the masters.
"Haha... I have been using swords all my life and I thought I had mastered the essence of swordsmanship. But today I realized that I am just a frog in a well. Haha, how ridiculous..."
An old man with a sword burst into tears. He suddenly pulled out his beloved sword, put his two fingers together, broke the sword, threw it to the ground, covered his face with his sleeves and walked away.
"Linghu's swordsmanship is his own creation, drawing on the strengths of many others, and can break all swords in the world. The Changbai Sword Master practices the Changbai Sword School's 'Heavenly River Sword Technique', and his sword power is like the Yangtze River, flowing endlessly, and the more you advance, the more advantageous it becomes..."
Yu Longjiao looked at the scene and explained to Fang Xian.
"In other words, the longer it drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for Linghu?"
Fang Xian narrowed his eyes slightly and saw that Linghu's sword had changed a little.
It seemed as if there was an extra strand of spider silk. Although the amount was extremely small, it was enough to put him at a disadvantage in the battle between masters.
Not to mention, more spider silk continued to wrap around his sword, that was the sword power of the 'Tianhe Sword Technique'!
'The key point of this innate sword technique is not to accumulate strength, but to be like a lingering love thread, entangled endlessly, and listen to thunder in silence...'
He nodded slightly, understanding the truth.
bite!
At this moment, Linghu suddenly pulled out of the battle circle, obviously realizing that something was wrong and wanted to attack with all his strength.
He flicked the sword with his finger, and the sword roared like a dragon and suddenly stabbed out. The long sword drew a mysterious trajectory in the air, like a mark in the sky!
A sword flies to heaven!
"The mighty river sweeps across the world, and the thread of love is endless!"
The master of Changbai Sword roared and thrust out with his sword.
Hiss!
Before the two swords touched, a large amount of sword energy quickly collided and melted in mid-air...
Finally, the tips of the two swords touched each other exactly, and suddenly began to crack inch by inch.
Two figures flew out backwards. They were Linghu and the Master of Changbai Sword. Each of them was covered in blood, and only the hilt of the sword in their hands remained.
"Is it a draw?"
Yu Longjiao muttered to herself.
The masters of unorthodox sects fight their way up from the bottom, and their strength often surpasses that of their own sects.
But when the Sword King took action, he and the Changbai Sword Master both suffered injuries, which made her have a bad premonition.
"I'll do the second game."
Fang Xian stretched his body and stepped into the arena.
After watching the duel just now, he also felt a little excited.
