"What a sharp sword technique!"

"Yes! This is the first time I have seen such a sword technique for decades. I really want to see what the sword score looks like."

Several immortal cultivators who practice swords gathered together, discussing each other with each other.

"Oh, what a pity, the deputy leader of the Star Clan is also a swordsman with extraordinary strength. If he devotes himself to practicing, he will be able to win the power of the gods with his sword in the future."

"Yes...so, young people must save their lives and strong people restrain their wings. This young swordsman was really hurt by their sect leader."

"Who said no? What's the point of this kind of struggle for sentiment?"

Gao Ge was unmoved.

If he had been upset by these few words, Gao Ge would have been pissed to death long ago.

When practicing such things, you must not listen to others.

Because those people have their mouths all over their bodies, no matter what you say, they have their own reasons.

For example, if you try to break through your cultivation, if you succeed, they will say that you are brave, visionary, and courageous.

But if you fail, they will never sympathize with you. They will only talk about the lack of hearts and the snake swallows the elephant, and young people do not know how to advance and retreat...

There are too many such people.

On the field, Hong Ziqi accelerated the pace again.

A faint white light lingered above his fists. When he fell down, he dragged a white rainbow.

"This...is this fist qi?"

"Not bad! It is said that when the Hong family's martial arts practice has reached its peak, it can pour the spiritual energy in its body into its two fists and condense it into fist energy. I really didn't expect that this immortal cultivator at the level of a great master can already do it."

"Hey, the Hong family is worthy of being the fourth-ranked big family. It's true that there are many talents! We are all old!"

A group of people sighed as the Yangtze River pushed the waves forward.

More and more people are no longer optimistic about Yuexincheng.

After all, Yue Xincheng's opponent is not only a cultivator at the level of a grand master, but also has practiced Hong Family Fist to the peak.

Such a master is a peerless genius!

Yue Xincheng was hit in the chest with a punch, his body retreated repeatedly, his face looked a little ugly, but fortunately he recovered soon.

"Hmph, overestimate yourself. In my eyes, you are just an ant. I really think that if you enter the realm of a master at this age, you can be called a genius? Let me tell you, there are not many things in the blessings of the cave, but there are many geniuses. Your strength is nothing!" Hong Ziqi laughed.

Yue Xincheng rubbed his chest and nodded slightly.

"What I said makes sense. It seems that I still underestimate you." Yue Xincheng narrowed his eyes and his clothes were free from wind.

"It seems that I have to take out something to open your eyes. Is the fist energy... amazing?" After saying this, the dragon-slaying sword in Yue Xincheng's hand covered with a layer of golden light.

And those immortal cultivators who practice swords all widened their eyes at this time, and their eyes almost fell out.

"Then...that's the sword energy?"

"Not bad! Oh my god! Did this kid start practicing knife when he hit the mother in the fetus? How is this possible! He was so young that he condensed his sword energy!"

"The reason why the swordsman is not as good as the sword cultivator is because the sword energy of the sword cultivator is like a tiger to the immortal cultivator. However, it is too difficult for a swordsman to condense the sword energy. I have been practicing sword for more than a hundred years, but I have not figured it out."

"Hiss, this guy should not be underestimated!"

"I really didn't expect that in my lifetime, I could really see a swordsman who could condense his sword energy! Haha! Even if I die, I will be in peace!"

A group of old swordsmen are passionately.

The expressions on Hong Ziru and others' faces looked very good.

Even if they are not swordsmen, they understand what sword energy means to a swordsmen.

The situation is changing rapidly.

On this side, Hong Ziqi just took out the killer weapon of Fist Qi, and on the other side, Yue Xincheng showed his sword energy. It was simply back and forth, which was particularly exciting. However, everyone present knew very well that Fist Qi could not be compared with the sword energy that Yue Xincheng had just revealed. The gap between the two was too big.

"It seems that what you said before is right." Guo Zaizhou glanced at his son and whispered, "This Gao Ge is indeed something, not aimless."

"Haha, dad, just keep watching." Guo Caiyang said, "I believe him."

"Then why do you trust him so much?"

Guo Caiyang thought about it seriously, and then shook his head.

"To be honest, I can't explain it clearly. Maybe it's... personality charm?" Speaking of this, Guo Caiyang couldn't help but shake his head. Damn, that bastard has a bad personality charm...

Hong Ziru clenched his fists and his face turned pale.

"Fellow Daoist Long, you have never told me about this before!"

Long Zhenyue felt a little guilty, but he still said, "I knew this thing before." In fact, he clearly stated that many of the people who raised the dragon clan had died at the hands of Yue Xincheng. Of course, he did not deliberately not tell Hong Ziru, but did not remember this at all. After all, he was not a swordsman, and there were no swordsman in the dragon clan, so he could not understand the importance of swordsman for swordsman.

However, on the field, because of the appearance of Yue Xincheng's sword energy, the initiative seemed to be held in the hands of Yue Xincheng again.

Facing Yue Xincheng's sharp sword moves, all Hong Ziqi could do was to keep retreating.

He used to be the one who was fighting against Yue Xincheng, but now he has completely turned over and turned into Yue Xincheng to fight against him.

At this moment, Hong Ziqi was under great pressure. He had to keep his nerves tight at all times, because if he was not careful and did not avoid it in time, he might lose a part on his body.

Under such huge pressure, Hong Ziqi's forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat.

He gritted his teeth, roared, activated the spiritual energy in his body, and rushed forward a step forward.

"Get out!"

A roar and an iron fist collided with the dragon-slashing knife blade in Yue Xincheng's hand.

With a "ding" sound, the punch and the punch intersected, and the sound of metal collision actually made a sound, which was particularly pleasant to hear, especially the continuous tremor, like a waving silk string.

"This... is this a secret skill in Hong's boxing, unparalleled iron fist?"

"Yes! I really didn't expect that Hong Ziqi would even learn the unparalleled iron fist! Hiss, this is the top martial art created by the ancestor of the Hong family!"

"Hey, this generation of immortal cultivators is really scarier than the other. We are really older!"

Hong Ziru also showed a look of shock on his face.

Even he didn't know that Hong Ziqi had actually learned the Invincible Iron Fist.

In an instant, his face became gloomy.
Chapter completed!