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Yang Yu looked at Yue Zifeng seriously until he was sure that he had no malice towards him, and then he felt relieved.

"Zhao Wuliang, let's start!" Yang Yu walked forward a few steps, and pointed the sword in his hand from afar. A momentum that looked down on the world made Zhao Wuliang feel guilty.

"Hmph, looking for death!" Zhao Wuliang pulled out the sword on his waist and pointed at Yang Yu, "A yellow-level warrior also wants to defeat the Xuan-level warrior. You have been brave enough to win the courage of Xiongxin and leopards. Let me know you today."

"Stop talking nonsense, come on!" Yang Yu shouted. He hated people relying on their seniority the most.

"Okay, I don't have time to talk nonsense to you." Yue Zifeng frowned, and his tone was very disdainful.

"Kill!" Zhao Wuliang jumped and took the move first.

Yang Yu did not move, but the corners of his mouth slowly raised up. He understood 70% of Tai Chi swordsmanship. He asked him to look at other swordsmanship and suddenly felt full of loopholes. In his opinion, Zhao Wuliang's swordsmanship was not even as good as Huang Yunhui.

Not worse than that, the gap is too big.

"It's too sir, I won't take action yet." Yue Zifeng shouted to Yang Yu, "Are you here to die? The Liu family still expects you to protect you?"

"Yang Yu, do it!" Tang Wei was also anxious.

Only Gongsun Yunshang smiled faintly. He knew Yang Yu's sword technique, that kind of sword technique, would not have the advantage when he first attacked, and would passively defend, and then wait for the opponent to reveal his flaws, and he would definitely win with one blow.

"Die!"

"Is that true? Just your rough sword technique."

Yang Yu was very despised. The gentleman sword shook and his wrist turned. The gentleman sword rotated accordingly. Zhao Wuliang's sword seemed to be trapped in a vortex. This vortex kept strangling all objects entering.

"It's broken!" Zhao Wuliang's face changed drastically. He actually felt that he could not grasp the sword.

What a joke.

He was a mysterious warrior fighting with a rookie yellow warrior, but he couldn't hold the sword. Is he dreaming?

The hand holding the sword became more and more difficult, and his sword began to rotate with the vortex, and his body also swayed left and right, as if it was about to rotate with the vortex.

"What's going on?"

"What kind of sword technique is this?" Yue Zifeng murmured to himself, his face full of surprise.

"Go!" Yang Yu scolded, and the vortex was inspiring.

"boom!"

Zhao Wuliang flew backwards and vomited blood. His steps under his feet were extremely messy, and he seemed to have lost his soul. Looking at his sword again, there were gaps on it, as if he had been bitten by a mouse.

"Impossible, this is impossible, how could there be such a sword technique?" Zhao Wuliang completely lost his composure.

The power of a sword shocked everyone.

"Although the entry-level Tai Chi sword technique is powerful, it does not have this power. Is this Xiaocheng's Tai Chi sword technique?" Gongsun Yunshang was secretly surprised.

Only Tang Wei looked excited. It was completely beyond her expectations that Yang Yu's current achievements were achieved. Such strength and such record were also very impressive.

"I don't believe it, look at my Wuxue Sword!" Zhao Wuliang was furious, like a crazy bison. He wanted to kill Yang Yu and swear to kill Yang Yu.

“Good come.”

Yang Yu took a step back, and when the gentleman sword was drawn, Zhao Wuliang lost his direction and would not miss this opportunity. Yang Yu's sword momentum instantly became faster and he cut it towards Zhao Wuliang's arm.

Zhao Wuliang was originally confused and lost his direction, and now he lost his composure. Is it impossible for Zhao Wuliang to let such a thing happen? At the critical moment, he abandoned the sword and quickly curled up his hand.

"Abandon the sword!"

The few people watching the game showed a hint of ridicule. Those who used swords would rather die than abandon the sword, but Zhao Wuliang actually abandoned the sword so simply.

"Shame!"

"The shame of the sword."

"How could there be such garbage in Tianlong Gate?"

Zhao Wuliang's face was flushed. He really wanted to explain that he was not using a sword, but he was only equipped with a sword in order to practice Wuxue Sword recently. As a result, Wuxue Sword was not practiced, and he encountered the biggest crisis instead.

"Boy, your sword technique is very powerful, but the Xuan-level warrior is the Xuan-level warrior. Look at my blood dragon claws." Zhao Wuliang seemed to have recovered from his state, and he made a ruthless move.

One claw came out, and blood was filled with energy.

Yang Yu showed a cautious look. His claw was very cruel. He was sure that the red pigment that was permeated on Zhao Wuliang's fingers must have been definitely not a red pigment, but it must be blood.

What kind of boxing technique actually requires blood and energy to consume.

The power must be quite significant.

One claw has arrived in front of you.

Yang Yu used Tai Chi sword technique with all his strength, and the strange vortex appeared again. However, this time he felt a strong obstacle. The Junzi Sword actually made a friction sound with Zhao Wuliang's palms. The vortex was spinning slower and slower, and gradually it could not hold on.

Yang Yu was a little panicked.

Tai Chi sword technique is now like a wave of a vortex. When ordinary items fall into this vortex, they will be driven to rotate. But if a huge rock appears, the huge rock will likely sink after rotating twice.

Vortex, that is destroying the enemy's strength.

But when the enemy's power exceeds the limit that the vortex can bear, then things will be big and the vortex will be difficult to continue.

"No!" Yang Yu gritted his teeth and activated the Ziqing true energy in his body with all his strength. "You can't drag it anymore. You must kill Zhao Wuliang within the three swords."

Yang Yu didn't have much true energy, so he couldn't afford to consume it.

"Haha, can't hold on?" Zhao Wuliang discovered Yang Yu's changes. He relied on his cultivation to oppress Yang Yu.

"Hmph, you're still far from it." Yang Yu smiled coldly, and the sword in his hand suddenly turned. The vortex that was originally clockwise turned into a counterclockwise instantly. Zhao Wuliang was in a vortex and flew out to the side without any warning.

"Good opportunity!"

Yang Yu took the tiger step into the air and saw a sword at Zhao Wuliang's head.

"not good!"

Zhao Wuliang felt the crisis and turned back, but how could Yang Yu just withdraw his sword like this? He pressed over with his sword again.

"laugh!"

Zhao Wuliang's speed was still a little slower. The blood vessels on his thighs were pierced, and blood gushed out, and he rolled to the side with a grin. Looking at the top of his legs, Zhao Wuliang hurriedly ticked a few times, then looked up at Yang Yu in horror.

"You..." He saw a terrifying scene.

Yang Yu actually jumped up and slashed directly at him with a sword. How can he block it now? Behind it is the stunning river.

No, the person in front of you is too evil.

Unstoppable, Zhao Wuliang plunged into the sea.

With a plop.

"Jumping into the sea, this move is useless to me. You will only die faster in the sea." Yang Yu laughed, then turned over and pointed at Zhao Wuliang in the sea with a quick sword.

"What?" Zhao Wuliang was stunned.

"Die!" Yang Yu shouted.

Zhao Wuliang dared not take Yang Yu's sword and retreated directly, but the sea was not as good as the shore. When moving, the water had resistance and the human speed would slow down too much.

"laugh!"

A sword passed through Zhao Wuliang's shoulder, and blood overflowed, and Zhao Wuliang was completely panicked.

"Hmph, you must die today." Yang Yu floated in the water and instantly another sword.

"You..." Zhao Wuliang said a word and saw a wave of water hitting him directly.

"laugh!"

Suddenly, a severe pain in his heart, and the waves passed by. Zhao Wuliang looked at his chest, and a black sword passed directly through his chest, in the center.

"Die!" Yang Yu said coldly, without any emotion, drew out his sword, chopped off Zhao Wuliang's head, and then slowly swam to the shore.
Chapter completed!