"It's really far-fetched to use a sword as clumsy as Mo Jian to perform sword dance." Luo Feiyu looked at the big sword that fell to the audience, put Mo Jian on his shoulder, and whistled nonchalantly, "You're gone.

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Lin Zhen covered his trembling right arm and said angrily: "You are a grown man, but you can use this kind of sword technique that is only used by little girls!"

Luo Feiyu was a little stunned when he heard this, "If you can't beat me, then attack me with words? Why bother?"

Lin Zhen didn't recognize this sword dance, but that didn't mean that others didn't recognize it.

"This sword dance is..." Most of the young masters in the competition stage put away their original disdain and began to look at this young man with a new look.

On the high platform, there was silence.

Except for a few individuals, most people had a look of horror in their eyes.

"What this young man used just now is a sword skill." Ye Ying said in a deep voice.

In this world, few people don’t know about this peerless and elegant sword dance, and naturally they also know about the Sword Tower. There is only one owner of the Sword Tower, and all of them have been women in the past generations. As a peerless sword dance, it is also common to see swords on the dancing pavilions of ordinary brothels.

, but the only thing missing is the killing, it is only for viewing.

But just now Luo Feiyu danced with his sword like a thunderous rage, killing thousands of people, and struck out the sword as big as a door panel. It seemed to be a genuine Gongsun sword dance.

"Interesting." Scholar Jingyue said as he waved his fan.

At the very corner of the high platform, there was a woman sitting in a white gown. She was wearing a white bamboo hat, and her face could not be seen clearly. She had a long sword in her hand, but she looked unassuming, but she was quite delicate.

No one in the audience knew what sect she came from, and no one had seen her true face.

But at this moment, she opened the curtain in front of the bamboo hat, revealing the crystal eyes underneath, looking at Luo Feiyu on the high platform.

Luo Feiyu raised his foot and kicked Lin Zhen down, "Who else is there?"

"I'm coming!" A woman holding a jade flute stepped onto the high platform.

"Flute? Then use that move." Luo Feiyu took out his ears, preparing for the baptism of music, and then raised his ink sword.

"Jinshumen, Luo Feiyu!"

In one breath, he won twelve games in a row!

Twelve rounds in a row, each using a different swordsmanship. Some of the swordsmanship were even specialized swordsmanship from the sects to which the spectators around him belonged, but the level of sophistication used by Luo Feiyu was beyond shame.

"The carp fights! The crow rides on the chicken! These are all my original sword skills. I should be the only one in the world who knows it. How can this kid know it?"

"Isn't this sword technique the treasure of our sect? How come this kid has learned the sword skills that I, the old leader, haven't learned yet!"

So in the end, when Luo Feiyu reported himself to the Jinshu Sect, there was no more contempt or ridicule in the audience, but only shock. Could someone who knew so many swordsmanship really be a disciple of the legendary sword ancestor?

"What the hell." The young man who had just been defeated by Luo Feiyu jumped off the competition platform, turned around and glanced reluctantly at Luo Feiyu who closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, "We have played ten rounds in a row, how come he is not even tired at all?"

state?"

"Looking at the appearance of this young man, he must have learned the internal energy that can speed up the internal energy and adjust the breath." Lin Huaiman looked at the bright light that appeared on Luo Feiyu's body, pinched the jadeite finger on his finger, and inexplicably placed a hand on his back.

The sword aroused great interest.

But after looking at it for a long time, I still couldn't figure out why.

"This kid actually knows so many kinds of sword skills?" Long Yuexi frowned.

Ye Ying joked: "Are Master Long afraid? He's afraid that in the next game, this kid will use the swordsmanship of the Dragon Yin Sword Sect."

Young Master Guzhou looked at Luo Feiyu's unruly figure, and the corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily, "Interesting."

On the fighting stage.

"Who else is there?" Luo Feiyu shouted to the audience.

"This brother, he is too strong and needs to be sharpened." A cold voice sounded.

The person who came had a resolute face, was dressed in brocade clothes, and had a golden dragon head on his left shoulder. He took every step very steadily. Luo Feiyu pointed at the dragon head on his shoulder and said with a smile: "It can be sold for a lot of money.

Bar?"

There was a slight flash of sadness in the man's eyes, but he ignored him and said, "Dragon Yin Sword Sect, Long Tun Hai."

"Swallowing the sea? I'm not afraid of being salted to death." Luo Feiyu muttered.

"I wonder if your brother can use my sword skills? If so, please use this sword move against me so that you can understand the true meaning of my sword skills. If you can't, then prepare to admit defeat." Long Tun

Hai bowed his hand.

"You can use the calmest tone and the most arrogant words." Luo Feiyu shrugged and said casually: "The sword moves of the Dragon Song Sword Sect? I can do it."

Long Tunhai was stunned. He thought, wouldn't it be more arrogant for you to say such infuriating words in such a lazy tone?

Ye Ying patted Long Yuexi's shoulder, "Thanks to your son, this young man really knows how to do it."

Long Yuexi stood up and threw all three swords behind him downwards, "Haier, don't use your Ming Yuan, use these three swords."

Long Tunhai took the three swords one after another and said, "Okay father."

Luo Feiyu was shocked when he saw this, and faced the referee and said: "He actually asked for help from a foreign object, this, this, this, isn't this cheating?"

The referee said expressionlessly: "The competition will not begin until the names of the sects are exchanged. Mr. Long has already reported, but you haven't reported yet, so the competition has not started yet."

When Luo Feiyu heard this, he immediately wanted to slap himself in the face. He was so busy teasing the other person's name that he forgot to tell him his own sect name.

"Don't let your father down, and don't embarrass the Dragon Song Sword Sect that your grandfather paid for with his life." Long Yuexi said coldly.

"I will definitely live up to my father's trust." Long Tunhai said respectfully.

"Jinshumen, Luo Feiyu." Luo Feiyu waved his hand and danced the heavy ink sword in his hand like a tiger.

At this time, Long Tunhai also unsheathed three swords one after another.

The first sword is called White Dragon Playing in the Sky. The sword has a black blade. At first glance, it looks similar to the Black Sword, but if you look more closely, you can see that there is a white dragon swimming in the sword. The second sword is called Black Dragon Shen.

Yuan, the sword body is like a clear pool, but there is black energy lingering in the middle; the third sword is called Ichthyosaurus, and the sword as a whole looks like a swimming fish.

Long Tunhai held a white sword with his right hand upwards and a black sword with his left hand downwards. The fish-like sword was swimming around him, and the dragon roared endlessly for a while.

Luo Feiyu murmured: "The six dragons have been destroyed, but the three dragons are still there."

The Dragon Yin Sword Sect has Jiulong, and the famous sword Liulong Xianbei, the second most famous swordsman in the past, has been buried under this land forever. There are only three dragons left in Kowloon, and the Dragon Yin Sword Sect began to decline.

But at this moment, Long Tunhai controls the three swords, declaring that the Dragon Yin Sword Sect has not died out!

Although Long Tunhai had not yet drawn his sword, he forced Luo Feiyu to hurriedly raise his sword to resist the wave of sword intent. The moment the three swords were unsheathed, the sword energy surged forward, which was frightening.

But in the end he couldn't hold it any longer, and a pure white warmth surged through his body, forcing the sword energy like a dragon destroying a city completely.

"This is it!" There was a well-informed old man on the high platform, leaning on a cane and standing up tremblingly.

"Gongsun Jianqilou's ancestral internal skill, Xihe Fuxue!"

The woman in white robe in the corner suddenly smiled, gently pulled down the snow-white curtain on her hat, covering her face, and then tapped the table with her fingers.
Chapter completed!