Competition on the side of the martial arts platform.

The willow trees were covered with red silk and the petals were like rain. Liu Biran, dressed in red, sat at the table and had not touched the tea on the table for a long time. The quiet face rarely showed a little anxiety.

"Will he come?" Liu Biran turned his head and looked at the woman wearing a masked woman who was alone beside her.

This woman is naturally her aunt, Liu Zangyue. Because of her special identity, she had to wear a mask and hold a Tai Knife. Fortunately, no one came to investigate her identity. She knocked on Tai Knife, "How about it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man came from a distance. Seeing this, Liu Biran showed joy, "He is here."

"Auntie, you can let go of water, right?" Liu Biran asked again.

After asking Liu Biran more than ten times today, Liu Zangyue finally did not give her a positive answer for the first time, but looked at the boy walking under the willow tree in the distance.

The boy was also looking at this side, but he was looking at Liu Biran.

The eyes were so cold and deep that it was shockingly cold.

Liu Zangyue seemed to have expected it and did not show surprise. Instead, she slowly retreated her gaze and replied: "Let's see what choice he will make."

Before Liu Biran could say something, Liu Zangyue jumped into the battle platform full of red silk, facing Luo Feiyu who was walking away.

The martial arts masters on the high platform stopped chatting and turned their eyes to the martial arts competition. In fact, Liu Zangfeng, who was the son of the lonely boat, also looked at the young man, "He woke up."

"I wonder if Biran can find her wishful husband this time." Lin Huaiman's eyes turned into crescent moons.

This sentence was heard by a maid in the corner, and she quietly raised her eyes and glanced down.

In the crowd below, two people soon disappeared silently.

When Luo Feiyu saw her on the stage, he no longer dragged on the mud. He was dressed in black and raised himself without wind. He pulled out the iron sword from the waist of a young disciple, jumped up, jumped onto the stage, faced Liu Zangyue, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "It's you."

"Biran, I like you." Liu Zangyue stood still and replied in a low voice, as if she was an elder.

"I guessed it." Luo Feiyu sneered, "But what's the use? I don't like her."

"When chasing you, she suddenly fell in love with you because you had something that she could not get in her life. So, even if you broke her mask and saw Meng Po's true face, she still let you go." Liu Biran said to herself, and ignored Luo Feiyu's words.

"But she let me go, it cannot cover up the fact that she wanted to kill me before."

"Why?" Liu Zangyue sighed. I don't know if this sentence was said to Luo Feiyu in front of me or to Liu Biran in the audience.

At this moment, Liu Biran didn't know what the two said, but instead tightened the red clothes on her body, and was anxious in her heart why the two of them had not started yet.

Luo Feiyu snorted coldly, shouted his sect and name, raised his sword and launched a charge towards Liu Zangyue.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Everyone present was confused and shocked.

The sword is really fierce and moves forward. What kind of sword technique is this that is unparalleled?

The moment when he was about to meet Liu Zangyue, Luo Feiyu secretly patted himself and immediately flew backwards and spit out a mouthful of blood. "You are so strong... Uh, at least a master of Feiyue Realm? Anyway, I'm not your opponent. I can't get up."

The audience was silent, and Liu Biran felt even more nervous.

Luo Feiyu, who had won fourteen consecutive games with fifteen swordsmanship five days ago, actually used only one move at this moment and was about to lose?

Liu Zangyue raised her sword and said in a low voice: "As Biran's relative, of course I hope she can get married to her sweetheart. Judging from your appearance, do you not want to?"

"Nonsense." Luo Feiyu spat blood and said with a smile.

"Are you not afraid that I will kill you if you are so rebellious?" Liu Zangyue's tone suddenly became cold.

"A killer in the secret, who appears in Liuyue Villa openly, is really not afraid of death." Luo Feiyu also said coldly.

"If I'm not wrong about the purpose of your trip, you may be the real one, 'not afraid of death'." Liu Zangyue took the last three words very seriously.

Luo Feiyu's lazy eyes suddenly became cold. He was loose and ready to let the water loosely, and his whole body was tense unconsciously. He stared at Liu Zangyue, "What did you say?"

"That person accepted you as his disciple and asked you to come back here. I guess the only thing to do is that." Liu Zangyue suddenly raised his thumb with her right hand, and the sword named "Yingmian" suddenly unsheathed, pulled it into the air, and smashed it towards Luo Feiyu.

Wudang elder Qingyin said in surprise: "This woman's moves have changed!"

It is no longer the ultimate sword technique that Fuzona is known as the ultimate aesthetic of violentness, but the faint shadow of the Kyushu sword moves.

Luo Feiyu hurriedly hurriedly hurriedly dodged, rolled neatly and stood up steadily, looking at Liu Zangyue coldly. He felt that the woman was emitting an extremely dangerous aura without warning, even more so than when she came to chase him!

Liu Zangyue raised her hand, took the knife, and walked slowly towards Luo Feiyu, "Where is the sword behind you? Why don't you dare to carry it out?"

"I almost forgot that if your sword is destroyed, then your trip will be meaningless."

Luo Feiyu's back chilled, "How could you know so much?"

Liu Zangyue swung the sword violently, and a terrifying light shone on the blade, "The answer lies in my sword, and in your sword."

"Let's explore it yourself!"

Several rounds of afterimages floated up and hit Luo Feiyu. Luo Feiyu used all his strength to block the sword and started to smash the afterimages to pieces, but he also took five steps back.

"So strong!" This was the only thought in Luo Feiyu's mind at this moment.

Only now did he realize that the woman in front of him had a Fusang sword technique that was not her real strength, and the sword technique she had accidentally revealed was enough to make Luo Feiyu understand that when she was still on this land, she could only be ranked among the top five in the entire Central Plains martial arts world with her sword technique.

"Who are you?" Luo Feiyu tried his best to stagger his sword, and his right hand couldn't stop trembling.

"Who am I? I have long forgotten." Liu Zangyue had no choice but to laugh at herself, waved her sword and rose up, and her Fusang kimono fluttered with the sword wind, and the green underneath appeared and faintly appeared.

"But I know, who you are." Liu Zangyue's sword swept lightly. The sword was actually swung by her soft sword. It was soft and soft. In just one breath, the emerald green sword light filled the sword tip-

Like a light willow.

Lin Huaiman on the high platform suddenly stood up, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground, and the tea wet her velvet coat.

"This is the Sword Technique of Wuliu Fufeng!"

The next moment, this willow branch seemed to turn into a curved green snake with ferocious fangs and would take away other people's lives at any time.

Liu Zangyue looked at Luo Feiyu and read out the surprise and confusion in Luo Feiyu's eyes. While lifting the sword, her eyes suddenly became blurred.

"You want to ask, why do I know who you are? Right?"

"Because, I was you."

"We are all disciples of the famous sword ancestor in the world." Liu Zangyue's sword suddenly swung down.

"He wants to end so many things in the world that his own affairs will never be able to end!"

"Please take the call!"
Chapter completed!