"Is it another Yuwen Hongji?"

The image of Yuwen Hongji appeared in Long Qingyun's mind, and his face was full of arrogance. At that time, the three schools of Zibai Mountain were united, and Yuwen Hongji was so arrogant.

As long as Yuwen Hongji defeats Long Qingyun within forty moves, the position of the leader of the Hero Gang is not the item in Yuwen Hongji's possession.

Unfortunately, things went against my wishes.

Long Qingyun's emergence blocked Yuwen Hongji's heroic spirit. The talented and stubborn Yuwen Hongji failed and became the deputy leader of the gang.

Will Gu Jianqiu repeat the same mistake?

Things in the world are so wonderful. As Long Qingyun becomes famous, on the Song Cypress Peak, the incident of Long Qingyun facing Yuwen Hongji was rumored to be rumored.

Although there are many versions, the number "Forty moves" is particularly eye-catching. Yuwen Hongji is the junior brother of Fang Jianbai, the owner of the "Shentong Villa", and his identity is also particularly dazzling.

Gu Jianqiu, a master of swordsmanship.

What a proud person, at the age of thirty, he became one of the top ten masters of Nanyong with his exquisite sword skills, and was named "Sword Master".

Although Yuwen Hongji is the junior brother of Fang Jianbai, the "Four Greatests in the World", his reputation is not very famous in the world. He just has the halo of "Shentong Villa" and is looked up by martial artists.

Compared with Gu Jianqiu, Yuwen Hongji's reputation in the world is still much worse.

Therefore, it is limited to thirty moves.

Gu Jianqiu is still relatively cautious. Logically speaking, as soon as the "Thirteen Styles of Chasing the Wind" is released, Long Qingyun will undoubtedly lose. However, thinking that Long Qingyun had defeated his two disciples, he had some understanding of this sword technique.

In order to ensure that everything is foolproof, Gu Jianqiu left 17 room for maneuver.

The sun shines brightly.

The sunlight cracked into millions of golden threads and sprinkled onto the earth. At this time, everyone was already feeling hot.

However, Long Qingyun, who was standing with a sword in the courtyard, felt the chill from Gu Jianqiu's body.

This awe-inspiring sense of oppression is much higher than that of Yuwen Hong, and it is already at the level of a middle-level martial emperor.

When you meet strong people, you will be strong, and Long Qingyun will also be very proud.

Suddenly, an unparalleled true energy filled Long Qingyun's whole body, and his whole body looked like his momentum surged. Long Qingyun, who was the eighth-grade martial king just now, suddenly reached the realm of the first-grade martial king.

Gu Jianqiu couldn't help but be stunned.

He sighed very much that when Long Qingyun entered the door just now, he was still the combat power of the sixth-grade Martial King. When he talked to him, he seemed to have tried his best to increase his combat power to the strength of the eighth-grade Martial King.

Even so.

This Long Qingyun is still reserved. This person is very young, scheming and scheming, and is amazing. With time, it will be worth it.

Thinking of this, Gu Jianqiu did not dare to underestimate Long Qingyun. So he used nine layers of force, accumulated strength in the sword, and waited for Long Qingyun to attack.

Who knows.

Long Qingyun held the Zhanlu sword in his hand and made a starting move. He held the sword and stood still without moving.

This was beyond Gu Jianqiu's expectations. As an elder, Gu Jianqiu could not take action first due to etiquette.

The two of them were in such a stalemate.

The atmosphere at the scene is quite interesting. Under the scorching sun, the onlookers felt blocked in the chest, and the atmosphere at the scene began to solidify.

Suddenly, everyone's chest discomfort became more and their hearts were extremely dull. This was the powerful aura emitted by the two martial emperor masters, giving the two oppressive feelings on the scene.

Gu Jianqiu was shocked:

"There is no flaw in this person? I have heard of this person's strong force, but I didn't expect that he was so strong. Is this the level that a boy should have?"

Thinking of this, Gu Jianqiu has new considerations:

"It seems that he cannot be treated as a teenager. You must not be entitled to the top. You should find the right opportunity to start first. You don't care about the elders and younger generations at this time, and you will talk about it if you win."

Long Qingyun looked solemn. Although he was calm, he was actually unsure. He couldn't help but admire Gu Jianqiu:

"This Gu Jianqiu is worthy of being one of the top ten masters in Nanyong. Why does he feel like he is bottomless!"

Time passes slowly. Five breaths, ten breaths, twenty breaths, forty breaths.

Suddenly, a breeze blew in the courtyard.

Although the wind was not strong, it still blew off a few leaves. The withered locust leaves floated and fell slowly.

Long Qingyun seemed to be distracted. He blinked his eyes and his body swayed a little.

Before the leaves fell to the ground, an invincible aura suddenly rose between the heaven and earth.

At this moment, a sword moved.

It is the thousand-year-old cold iron sword in Gu Jianqiu's hand. The sword is three feet long and two feet wide, half a finger wide, and the sword body is snow-white and transparent, and it shines with a burning cold light.

The sword is the first of all weapons in the world.

The lightness and elegance of the sword are varied and changeable. The Cold Iron Sword roars towards the dragon and green clouds with a fearless aura that moves forward.

It is the combat power of the fourth-rank martial emperor.

The crowd was shaking, and his face was filled with surprise. Tuoba Xi, who was fading in beauty, exclaimed in surprise:

"Senior brother, be careful!"

Suddenly, a white shadow flashed.

Long Qingyun rose up from the ground, jumped more than four feet high, and jumped onto a locust tree in the courtyard. It was the cultivation level of the second-rank Wu Emperor.

"Swish!" sounded.

At this moment when there is no need to be released, the thousand-year-old cold iron sword in Gu Jianqiu's hand has stabbed to the place where Long Qingyun was standing just now.

If Long Qingyun is half a beat slower, he will either die or be injured.

Logically speaking, Gu Jianqiu's "Thirteen Styles of Chasing the Wind" is known for his speed. Long Qingyun's cultivation is not as good as Gu Jianqiu, and his whole body is shrouded by the thousand-year-old cold iron sword.

It is absolutely impossible to avoid this fierce attack.

Unless Long Qingyun guessed the enemy's initiative, he calculated that Gu Jianqiu would definitely stab the sword and rise up early.

Everyone was secretly shocked.

Although Gu Jianqiu is of course the combat power of the fourth-grade Martial Emperor, his cultivation is greater than that of the second-grade Martial Emperor Long Qingyun. However, Long Qingyun's mind is amazing.

It is said that "the soldiers have no constant momentum, and the water has no constant form." This ability to respond on the spot is sometimes also the key to victory.

Gu Jianqiu's face turned solemn, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, thinking to himself: "In the face of absolute strength, any opportunism is vulnerable."

At this time, the ancient sword Qiuqing roared and rose up from the ground, like an eagle, pounced towards Long Qingyun.

The sword tip points to shatter everything.

"Bang!" The trunk of the tree where Long Qingyun was standing was broken by the sword energy. Long Qingyun suddenly moved away.

In the flash of lightning.

Gu Jianqiu used his feet to leverage the force on the trunk of the tree, and his whole body rose into the air again, hovering in the air. He saw the position of Long Qingyun and swooped away.

This aura that swallows thousands of miles of a tiger makes people excited and breathtaking.

Luo Hao, Bei Haifeng and Tang Baishi were amazed and couldn't help but feel a little excited. They were almost in their early forties.

Why is the gap between being a human being so big?

Tuoba Xi and Beihai Qianrou frowned, and were concerned about Long Qingyun's safety. The worry was beyond words.

The two of them felt as if they had been overturned with their five flavors, their eyes were round and they were staring at the tall figure on the locust tree.

"Huh? Where is Long Qingyun?"

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