When Zhuo Yuming arrived at Foxia Valley early in the morning, the surrounding hills were already crowded.

There was only an old figure sitting quietly in the empty canyon, with a strong momentum as strong as a mountain, and a vast mountain stands out.

Half a month ago, news came out of the mountain that Xu Chu, the first sword cultivator in Fuyaozhou, made an appointment with the ninth-grade martial artist Cheng Shuangshu to fight for the battle in Yuxia Valley, and he would never stop until death.

One of these two people is the Earth Immortal Realm Sword Cultivator who carries a tripod in the swordsman of Fuyaozhou, and the other is the Guizhen Realm Martial Arts Martial Arts Master of the One State. Both of them are the top monks in the Void Spirit World, and they are both on the strong path of the sofa. This battle of life and death naturally attracted the attention of all the monks in Fuyaozhou.

Originally, Zhuo Yuming was not prepared to come here to join in the fun, but when he accidentally heard the news a few days ago, he found that the Guxia Valley was very close to where he was, and according to the established northbound itinerary, he simply came to see the shocking showdown between two monks on the mountain.

As for the reason why Xu Chu and Cheng Shuangshu made an appointment, there are many different opinions on the mountain.

Some people say that Xu Chu's proud disciple died tragically under Cheng Shuangshu's hands, some people say that the two like Mrs. Yanzhi, who both like Liulihe at the same time, and some people say that the two formed a great feud for life and death in the early years.

But what is the truth? I'm afraid that a few of them can know one or two, except for the two parties themselves.

Zhuo Yuming was too lazy to explore the secrets of this mountain. Anyway, he was just here to see the magnificent atmosphere of the two fighting. He looked around and found that among the crowds of people, there were many people under the Nascent Soul realm, and he couldn't help but shake his head in his heart.

This kind of battlefield of cultivation is also something these people can watch?

I'm afraid that the sword energy and fist wind that scattered out can kill a large number of low-level monks. At least you must have the ability to not be affected by the fish in the pond.

Just as everyone was talking, two rainbow lights shot from the distance.

A light of escape was slightly faster, and it passed directly above the crowd's heads and landed in the canyon. He was dressed in bright yellow clothes, with a long sword hanging on his waist, his face looked a little old, but his eyes were flashing with light, and there was no turbidity at all. The old man with black hair and no need to restrain his sword energy, scattering everywhere, and his whole body was like a sharp sword unsheathed, revealing his sharpness.

Another sword light swept afterwards, but did not land, but hovered in the air in the canyon.

The middle-aged man hovering in the air was wearing a gray robe, with a kind face and looked like a good look.

The middle-aged man with kind face hugged his fists to the mountains around the canyon and spoke loudly: "Fellow Taoists, today is the day when my master and Senior Cheng fight. I would like to advise you to stay away from this place as soon as possible. After all, the sword has no eyes, and it will be unfair to mishandle you at that time. Please listen to the next advice and do not be implicated for no reason."

After the middle-aged man said something, many monks realized it and flew away from the center of the battle as far as possible.

Of course, there are naturally many indifferent people. Some of them are somewhat confident in their own practices and have confidence in protecting themselves, but most of them are lucky and think that they are a little careful and will not become the innocent pond fish affected by the fire in the city gate.

The middle-aged man who has already persuaded him to do his best to leave rarely, and he smiled slightly and stopped talking.

Turn around and land at the very edge of the canyon clearing, raise your hand and pull out the long sword behind you, and insert it under your feet.

Sword energy rose one after another, forming a sword energy barrier that blocked him behind him.

Xu Chu and Cheng Shuangshu confronted each other for a long time, and their lips kept moving, as if they were talking. However, the sword energy and fist around them were crisscrossing, and a kind of spiritual consciousness of a monk on the mountain could not be heard at all, so no one knew the content of the conversation between them.

Cheng Shuangshu suddenly looked angry, and the tall old man took the lead and pushed the ball flat.

The strong wind pressed towards Xu Zhu not far away, and his bright yellow gown rustled.

The man who carried the tripod of the Fuyaozhou swordsman was not in a hurry. He held the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand and waved it. The long sword was out of the sheath and drew a half arc. The moon-white sword light was clear and dazzling, slashing the fist wind.

The battle between the sword cultivator and the martial artist has always been simple.

It is nothing more than a punch and a sword, using Gang to defeat Gang. Without the fancy magical powers between Qi training men, it is completely a collision of boxing and swords. Without the calculations and tests of Qi training men, the strength and weakness are also obvious at a glance.

Although I have never seen Sui Jin take full advantage, Zhuo Yuming still saw that Cheng Shuangshu's fist intention was obviously slightly inferior to Sui Jin, who was also a martial artist in the Guizhen realm. Moreover, Cheng Shuangshu's fist path was a strong and fierce path with a strong opening and closing. The fist intention was mellow and heavy, and it was more fierce than Sui Jin and less hostility.

Dozens of sword lights were smashed in succession, and the time when the two of them fought for half a stick of incense was basically equal, and each was unscathed.

Cheng Shuangshu was obviously not the one with a good temper. Since taking the initiative, his punch has become more fierce than the other. It seems that a breath of true energy in his chest is filled with anger, and his beard and hair are all open when he comes out of his punches, and a look of a slight look on the face of the Vajra.

On the other hand, Xu Chu was in a parry state most of the time, occasionally grabbing the opponent's fists and feet to counterattack. However, the sharp sword light was smashed by a pair of iron fists without exception.

The distance between the two became closer and closer. Cheng Shuangshu seized a glimmer of opportunity, and after being hit by a sword light, he kicked his feet hard.

The whole person shot out like an arrow from the string, and approached Xu Chu quickly with a fierce momentum. The two of them were only five or six feet away from the ninth-grade warrior jumped down with all their might and disappeared instantly. The tall-shaped old man suddenly punched the other person's chest.

Xu Chu's face was not flustered, and the long sword in his hand was handed out straight, and the sharp tip of the sword was pointed at the fist as big as a sand bowl.

The ends of the long sword were subjected to great force and turned into an astonishing arc, as if it would be broken at any time.

Xu Zhu used the force to retreat, and the long sword in his hand trembled. It was obvious that this magic weapon had been on the verge of breaking. If it weren't for Xu Chu's withdrawal, he would have been in two pieces at this time. However, Cheng Shuangshu's fist, which had already had a red dot, was followed closely, and the fist was long and had not yet been exhausted.

I saw a silver light suddenly rising, like a big sun, pricking people's eyes. Hundreds of silver sword lights surged in, falling one after another on Cheng Shuangshu, blocking his forward body.

Xu Chu, who had pulled apart ten feet away, landed on the ground, and put the already damaged sword in his hand back into the sheath, and a silver-white flying sword was floating in front of him.

It is the natal flying sword of this Earth Immortal Sword Cultivator, who is the master of the Lu.

Cheng Shuangshu did not choose to take advantage of the situation to pursue, but stood proudly with his hands behind his back, quietly watching Zhulu, who made him quite afraid of it.

Xu Chu also swept away the previous wind and clouds, and his sword intent rose up with a loud bang, looking at Cheng Shuangshu with awe.

The outside of the field was full of realm and vision, and all of them showed serious expressions.
Chapter completed!