The two bodies were kicked under the stone platform by a knife. Those who fled in the desert naturally had to find their master, and their master's carriage and horse were about to arrive.

In the crowd, a swordsman with a gray-white Confucian shirt also appeared, holding a bronze sword in his hand, and there was an old master with a smile on his face beside him. Behind the old master, there was a pretty little girl, who was also carrying a short sword.

Lu Ziyou, Jiangning, came as scheduled. There were also the Master Wu Boyan, who was full of expectations in martial arts competition, and the little girl Xiyu.

Lu Ziyou also saw the four people standing on the huge rock, and suddenly turned around and said, "Xiao Xiyu, you must practice swords well in the future."

Xiao Xiyu replied after hearing this: "Grandpa, I have been practicing swords all the time."

Lu Ziyouyu earnestly said: "You must practice hard, and you cannot play and practice like before."

Xiao Xiyu said after hearing this: "Grandpa, I understand. I will practice it more every day from now on."

Lu Ziyou stopped talking and walked towards the stone platform.

Wu Boyan also saw Xu Jie and others at this time, and was in a very good mood. He smiled and said, "Brother Lu, is this competition sure to win?"

Lu Ziyou shook his head after hearing this: "If it were, he would have had more than 80% chance of winning. Now he doesn't know how powerful it is to sharpen a sword in the past ten years, so he dare not make any guesses."

Although Wu Boyan was curious about this martial arts competition, he did not really take it seriously. He probably thought it was similar to the literary master's ability to discuss poetry. So he followed Lu Ziyou to the stone platform and climbed up without any effort.

Yang Ershu did not say hello to Lu Ziyou, but looked up at the river. The direction of the water was east, and the tide might be coming.

Lu Ziyou just nodded slightly, met several people, then walked to the front, stood beside Yang Ershu, and his eyes looked in the direction of the tide.

Xu Jie turned around and took a few steps back, only looking at the backs of the two.

"My friend Wen Yuan, I think today's competition must be exciting. I am lucky enough to see this competition without regrets." Wu Boyan regarded this competition as a tide, like the must-see scene in his life.

Xu Jie couldn't laugh. If this competition was a stunning scene, then the price of this stunning scene might be human life. Xu Jie really couldn't laugh, but he didn't know how to explain to Wu Boyan, so he had to keep silent.

Wu Boyan looked around and seemed to find something wrong with the atmosphere. Suddenly, he saw two corpses falling down on the other side of the stone platform. He was shocked and thought to himself with a puzzled look on his face. He wanted to ask, but he didn't know who to ask. Even Xu Jie looked at Jiang Mian with a serious face, without any intention of answering questions and solving problems with Wu Boyan.

Not far from the huge rock, several carriages arrived, and a kind of slave surrounded the left and right and left to tell.

A middle-aged man came out of the frame and was furious. He looked up at the stone platform. His anger was about to explode. Suddenly, he seemed to see a familiar person. His anger disappeared in a blink of an eye and he entered the carriage again. The frame quickly turned around and left.

I don’t know if this person saw Wu Boyan, Lu Ziyou, or recognized the fat and thin people. No matter what his identity is, even if he recognizes one of them, he would not dare to come forward. The two corpses left under the stone platform seemed to be less important.

"Here you come!" Xu Jie said without any emotion.

How could Yang Ershu and Lu Ziyou not see it? They looked at each other.

But Yang Sanpang said: "It's still early and early, it will take a while for the tide to come."

Above the river, a white line came from the end of the east view, and there was no sign of power. Only the white line that ran across the river was moving rapidly.

Countless cheers burst out from the crowd, everyone stood up and looked forward to it. Some people stood on tiptoe, some even went up the tree to see it, and the riverside was surrounded by people.

The tide comes from far to near, and the sound is swaying first, buzzing and rumbling, like a drumming sound.

The waves came into sight, rolling continuously, and kept surging into the river. The word "turning the rivers and seas" might come from such scenes.

"The tide is coming, the tide is coming, the people in front of you are hiding quickly!"

Some locals shouted loudly, constantly reminding the people on the river to hide from the higher ground. However, no matter how the locals shouted, there were still many people on the edge of the river bank, but instead took a few steps forward to see clearly.

The tide of the sea enters the river, covering the sky and the earth, with no momentum, and is approaching!

The time is here!

Sanpang also took a few steps back without consciously, staring at the two people who were trying to compare swords.

Xu Jie tightly held the blood-drinking knife in his hand, and he couldn't help but become nervous.

The tide has arrived, and huge waves hit the river embankment, crossing the river embankment two or three meters. I think many people from other places who come to watch the tide for the first time in other places have no expectations.

The people who saw the tide on the river embankment fell into the water under the huge waves. When the rest of the people saw this, they were already shouting and scattering and escaping! The people who fell under the water even shouted for help.

While there was chaos by the river, two sword lights shot out and headed straight for the tide in the river.

Above everyone's heads, the crowns of two big trees that were cut off by the sword lights were also gone with the crowns of two big trees that were not known when they were cut off by the sword lights.

The two men with the sword stood above the tree canopy and flew straight into the river with the canopy!

What happened suddenly made everyone look up and exclaim, like an immortal or a god!

"Jiangning Lu Ziyou, that's Jiangning Lu Ziyou!!!"

"The world's number one sword, it's the world's number one sword..."

"Lu Ziyou, that's Lu Ziyou!!!"

Someone in the Jianghu people in the field recognized that among the people who flew away from the tree crown, one of them was Jiangning Lu Ziyou, the legendary leader of the swordsmanship and the legendary number one sword in the world!

Some people even wondered: "There is actually someone in this world who can compete with Lu Ziyou's swordsmanship?"

"Yes, I haven't heard of Lu Ziyou fighting with others for a long time. There are really people in this world who dare to compete with him!"

Xiaodaoer vaguely heard many people talking about the world. He walked a few steps forward, walked to the edge of the stone platform, and shouted: "My master, the immortal swordsman of the Sword Pavilion in Shu, is the number one sword in the world!"

Sanpang was a little moved when he heard this. He raised his hand and touched Xiaodao'er's head in front of his head. Then his internal force entered his throat and shouted: "The one who competes with Lu Ziyou in swords is Yang Kan in Jiange in Shu!"

Some older people in the martial arts world heard the buzzing shouts in the air, and looked shocked, and shouted: "That is Yang Ershou from Shu, Yang Ershou from two swords and swords in Shu!"

Some other people suddenly realized: "The original Tao is Yang Ershu, no wonder! I am lucky to see these two immortals compete with each other today!"

Two hundred steps away, the center of the river! Two crowns of trees fell steadily to the forefront of the tide and floated with the tide.

The sword light is made, and the sound of the attack is harsh and heart-wrenching!

The tide of the tree canopy falling, and the waves seemed to be under pressure from a huge force, and they became much shorter, and then the surrounding waves surged even harder.

The white light bursts rapidly, and the green light slowly.

Lu Ziyou, Jiangning, Yang Kan, Jiange!

A high place is too cold, and it is impossible to get defeated for decades!

A thought that has been persistent for a long time and a sword has been sharpened for ten years, and only seeks to reach the peak!
Chapter completed!