Chapter 422: Sword Fairy Showdown

Ever since Baixiaotang made the list of the hundred soldiers and listed the five sword fairies in the world, no one has ever seen their duel in public.
When he was young, Li Hanyi once made a deal with Zhao Yuzhen.
Xie Xuan once tried a sword with Li Hanyi when he was young.
When they were young, Luo Qingyang and Yan Zhantian played against each other three times.
But at that time, they were only young people who had just entered the arena, and they had not been famous in the world. These duels were not followed at the time, but later they became legends repeatedly mentioned in people's teahouses. But now, the two sword immortals who have truly reached the peak of the sword immortal are going to have a duel in Apocalypse City, outside the palace gate?
How can it not be fascinating?
The news was quickly spread by the swordsmen who were hiding nearby. So the room in the building where only the Forbidden Army was hiding, soon attracted many spectators, and the Forbidden Army was also instructed to allow them to enter.
Of course, they don't allow it and it's useless, because the people who came are.
You are the emperor's brother and the Jinyilan Yuehou of the country.
Xiao Si, Lei Wujie and Ye Ruoyi from Yongan Palace.
Mu Chunfeng of Mujia in Qingzhou.
Xie Xuan, a Confucian sword fairy who was a guest of Qin Tianjian, and his disciple Li Fansong.
Xiao Chong of the White Palace and his waiter.
Xiao Yu from the Crimson Palace, Long Xie, his attendant, and the mysterious black-robed man, of course, Su Changhe, the head of the Dark River, also came.
After a long time without showing up, Jinxian, the superintendent of the incense palm, who didn't like this kind of occasion, actually appeared for an unprecedented time. Perhaps in his heart, he still regarded himself as a swordsman, and he was fascinated by the determination between sword immortals.
There are also those in the rivers and lakes who are hiding in the city of Apocalypse and have not really shown their faces. Luo Jia, the swordsman of the Western Finals, Chen Ze, the sword-killing gate, Luotian of Nine Swords Villa...Almost all the masters of Apocalypse City arrived within the time of a stick of incense after the news.
Wushuang and Su Muyu were hiding among these people, looking a little inconspicuous. Wushuang smiled, "Is it because I want to know Apocalypse City? It's enough to know these people here."
Su Muyu nodded: "That's not bad."
Wushuang looked up and found Xiao Se and others sitting in the teahouse. He smiled, "I saw an acquaintance."
"I thought your acquaintance was White King Xiao Chong." Su Muyu also saw Xiao Se.
"All acquaintances, all acquaintances." Wushuang shrugged.
"Have you seen the sword of the angry sword fairy face Zhantian?" Su Muyu asked.
"Outside Xueyue City that day, this angry sword immortal came to the west with a single sword and smashed my senior brother with one shot and one sword. However, my senior brother's martial arts were not very good, and it was normal if it was hacked, but I remember the momentum. There is no rival in the world," Wushuang said.
Su Muyu nodded and said: "If you talk about the aura of the sword, indeed, in the world, I have never seen anything stronger than Yan Zhantian. But a sword is not enough just to have the momentum."
"Your sword is pretty modest." Wushuang looked at the oiled paper umbrella.
Su Muyu didn't refute, but said: "This is murder, not swordsmanship."
Above the teahouse.
Lei Wujie's heart sword kept trembling, and Xiao Se knocked on the table impatiently: "Lei Wujie, can you make him quieter?"
Lei Wujie smiled bitterly: "I didn't mean to let him be like this. The two sword immortals were fighting there. It is inevitable that this sword with the purest sword heart in the world will not be excited."
"Then let it get excited again when it's its turn to fight." Xiao Se pressed impatiently, and the Heart Sword immediately went quiet.
"You said, we rushed here to spend a stick of incense, we drank tea here and another stick of incense, why didn't the two of them fight, are we waiting for everyone?" Lei Wujie said helplessly.
"You think that the sword fairy fights are the same as those of you guys. I raise my head with a sword, I dod, and I turn around with a flash, and then I shoot a sword, and then you avoid, return to the horse and stab again..." Xiao Se was talking, but was Lei Wujie suddenly interrupted: "Then I jumped up, raised the giant sword, and the sword opened to the door. I saw thousands of sword immortals from the sky coming out of the sky, stabs the sword of the sky!"
Ye Ruoyi laughed out loud, "You two can talk about storytelling together."
"Oh, who made this Apocalypse city boring. When we ran through the rivers and lakes, we first encountered the killer Bang Yue Ji Minghou, and then had a grievance with the Demon Cult Young Master, and then went to the dark river. I fought with Lei Jiabao and Tang Sect. Then I went out to see the immortal, who was a master who had truly entered the Profound Realm of the Immortal Ascension Realm. With a wave of his hand, the role of a thousand-layer huge waves appeared on the sea. Here comes this Apocalypse City What? Every day, there are masked killers who run away if they can't beat them. Next time they take some medicine and come back, they will either have hundreds of people, thousands of people, or an army of tens of thousands, relying on one person, which is not interesting. Interesting?" Lei Wujie's voice was full of complaints, "It's rare that two sword immortals are going to fight here, we are excited."
"It's you, don't just add the word'men'." Xiao Se knocked on the table.
Xie Xuan, Li Fansong, and Mu Chunfeng were sitting on the table beside them. Hearing the daily bickering between these two men, they couldn't help but laugh.
Li Fansong smiled: "Brother Lei's words are straightforward, very cheerful."
Mu Chunfeng yawned: "I don't have much interest in swords. I came to Tianqi to worship the genius doctor, and I felt straight. But the battle of the sword immortal is really interesting, but... why don't you fight?"
Everyone has been talking for a long time, but the two sword immortals below are still standing opposite each other.
Yan Zhantian put his hand on the hilt and bowed slightly, as if he might burst into flames at any time.
Luo Qingyang's fingers touched the hilt lightly, the expression on his face still indifferent.
"Yan Zhantian's real anger sword style only has three styles, one anger draws the sword, one anger cut, and the anger sword return." Xie Xuan drank his tea quietly, "Although he is not easy to deal with some unnecessary opponents. Use the rage sword style and swipe a few swords to kill the opponent. But the opponent is Luo Qingyang, so he must only use these three swords. Since he can only use the three swords, of course he must have enough momentum."
"Bring enough momentum?" Mu Chunfeng asked.
Lei Wujie and Li Fansong nodded lightly when they heard the words. Li Hanyi and Zhao Yuzhen had both taught them the same reason.
"Every swordsman who can be called a sword immortal has his own sword power. You can get a general idea from the name Ji Ruofeng gave. My sword power is Confucian anger, Luo Qingyang's desolation, and Yan Zhantian’s anger, Zhao Yuzhen’s Tao, and Xueyue sword fairy Li Hanyi’s sense of landscape and nature are all unique swordsmanship of everyone. The stronger the sword, the stronger the sword." Xie Xuan said. After that, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Here comes."
Everyone upstairs only felt a gust of wind suddenly swept across, and the tea cups on the table swayed slightly.
Then I saw a flash of silver light.
Yan Zhantian had already pulled out the Pojun Sword.
Draw a sword in anger!