From a distance of ten meters to twenty, thirty, forty... until it reaches more than a hundred meters, then retreat and exit the corridor, and will fall into the lake again.

He jumped out of the corridor, tapped twice on the lake, circled half a circle, and landed on the trestle in the other direction.

In this case, no matter how we retreat, we will not retreat to the lake, but will retreat to the island along the trestle.

Four pretty little maids were watching the battle in a small pavilion by the lake on the island, pointing and admiring.

After a while, a dozen men and women came to the trestle to watch.

After a while, dozens of men and women came over, crowding the trestle.

Li Er was pushed back by the invisible force and squeezed into them.

"Who is this person? Can he be on par with Sister Qing?"

"I've never seen him before. He looks young. Which family is he a genius from?"

"Looking at how powerful this swordsmanship is, could it be from the Shaking Sky Sword Sect?"

"This is not the sword technique of the Shaking Sky Sword Sect. A master of the Shaking Sky Sword Sect came here to ask Sister Qing for advice. I recognize it."

"With such swordsmanship, every sect in the world can count it, right?"

They were discussing and their eyes fell on Li Er.

Li Er stared straight at the two fighting fiercely, not moving his eyes away even though he was dizzy. This was a rare opportunity.

He heard their discussion, but secretly complained.

Could it be that this is the divine monk Fa Kong from Daqian?

If a big master came to challenge me, would it ruin the situation?

What was originally just a discussion and exchange has turned into a battle for victory and defeat.

So he closed his mouth tightly, said nothing, pretended not to hear, and concentrated on his sword skills.

"Chichi!" The two stabbed each other on the shoulders at the same time and took a step back.

Fakong returned the sword and put it into his sleeve. His shoulder hurt slightly, but he was not injured: "Let's go here first. Let me go back and think about it some more."

"Okay." Dugu Xia Qing smiled happily.

Only the clothes were torn on her shoulders, not touching her skin.

It was the first time since she mastered swordsmanship and became a grand master that she displayed her swordsmanship so vividly.

Moreover, swordsmanship has greatly improved during this competition.

This feeling is so wonderful.

Fakong also felt that he had benefited a lot, and his swordsmanship had improved greatly. Compared with pondering alone in the Kalachakra Tower, it was far better than sparring with Dugu Xiaqing.

Moreover, Dugu Xiaqing's swordsmanship talent is outstanding. During the competition, she is improving every moment and absorbing the essence of her own swordsmanship.

And so does he.

The two are equally matched in swordsmanship, and it's hard to tell them apart.

"Then I will take my leave and come back another day."

"Okay, then I'll send you off not far away."

She waved her hand, and the boat floated over lightly.

Fakong and Li Er jumped onto the boat and disappeared into the lake and sky under the bright moon as everyone watched.

"Sister Qing, who is this person?"

"Yes, yes, who is it?"

"You don't need to know who he is, just know that his sword skills are great. What time is it? Go to bed quickly!"

As soon as her clear eyes flashed, everyone immediately dispersed, suppressing their curiosity and talking among themselves.

Dugu Xia Qing ignored their discussion and stood in the small pavilion by the island. She closed her eyes and started to play back the previous scene. Every move and every move was clearly visible.

Fakong has a photographic memory, and Dugu Xiaqing also has it.
Chapter completed!