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His actual combat power has reached this level.

Although Feng Qinghua is a great master, but after all, he is too old and his qi and blood tend to decline.

In this battle, who wins and who loses is still unknown.

"Dugu Zhengyang, please teach me!"

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Clang!

The sword moves in the wind.

The strong wind swept all directions, blowing dust all over the ground, everyone couldn't help squinting their eyes, and some people even moved back a few steps secretly to avoid the sharp edge.

Only the great masters standing in front remained indifferent, but a transparent qi shield loomed in front of their bodies, blocking the restless sword qi in front of them.

In the battle between the two supreme masters, the area within [-] meters is an extremely high-risk area, and within a kilometer is a bombing area.

If an ordinary person wants to watch a theater safely, he must be at least ten miles away, preferably with a binoculars.

Because of their extraordinary speed, their true energy, and their explosive power, they can move to any place visible to the naked eye in an instant.

If it is a battle of life and death, it is possible to fight all the way for hundreds of miles.

But at this moment, there are more than a hundred martial arts masters on both sides to suppress, even if the distance between them is less than a hundred meters, as long as they are careful, the others will be fine.

After all, although they may look like cannon fodder for miscellaneous soldiers, they are still high-quality masters. In the aftermath of this kind of battle, self-protection is still no problem.

As everyone adjusted their positions silently.

In front of them, the two were already fighting hand to hand, their swords clashing.

The blood blade long sword in Dugu Zhengyang's hand is called Blood Drink, and it is of a famous quality. It is made by the master of the Demon Sect, using blood dragon stone as the main material, supplemented by various rare treasures, and has bloodthirsty characteristics.

This sword is bloodthirsty and crazy. It can become more courageous as the battle progresses. It can absorb the blood of the enemy to supplement itself. It is the best choice for group battles and protracted battles.

However, due to the characteristic of madness, the sword-holder will become more and more crazy as he holds the sword, which is similar to the sequelae of the Great Blood God's Hand, one of the Ten Skills of the Demon Sect.

This is an out-and-out magic sword.

But the mad blood in Dugu Zhengyang's body matched this sword, and the combination of the two would add wings to a tiger, making Dugu Zhengyang's combat power to a higher level.

His crazy blood has been directly stimulated, and his eyes are blood red and crazy.

The blood-drinking sword in his hand let out a clang, and with the arousal of his true energy, he turned into a blood dragon with teeth and claws and roared towards Feng Qinghua opposite.

"Good come!"

Feng Qinghua took advantage of the situation and pulled out the long sword with a wooden sheath in his hand, a touch of purple shone like a new dawn, with the first light.

This sword is the famous sword inherited from Xiyue Sword Sect, named Zixia.

It is said that an unknown craftsman inadvertently smelted a ray of purple glow in the morning sun when casting the sword, hence the name.

It is also the close-fitting saber of the first Xiyue Sword Sect master, which has been passed down from generation to generation in the Xiyue Sword Sect and is one of the head tokens.

When the sword is released, it is like purple air coming from the east, upright and bright, sweeping away all evil spirits.

This time, Feng Qinghua used this sword to clear the door for the ancestors of all ages.

"Broken Sword Style!"

Feng Qinghua's movement was extremely fast, and the Zixia sword moved with the people, turning into a wisp of Zixia, colliding with the blood-colored dragon controlled by Dugu Zhengyang.

boom!

The shock wave scattered, but was blocked by the true qi shield in front of both the righteous and the devil, causing ripples on the shield.

At the same time, the aftermath remained undiminished, rushing into the air along the arc of the shield, the smoke and dust flying, turning into khaki smoke columns.

Then there was only a mournful cry from the blood dragon in the center, and a purple light burst out from seven inches away from its body, it was Feng Qinghua.

"A mere blood snake dares to pretend to be a real dragon?!"

As soon as Feng Qinghua stabbed with his long sword, he found the flaw in this move and broke it with one blow.

This is the broken sword style!

The ability to defeat all sword moves in the world is due to his painstaking practice of ten thousand swordsmanship, finding their flaws, finally breaking them one by one, and finally summing up and summarizing to obtain such a sword.

This move is called Broken Sword, but it is actually the essence of Ten Thousand Swords.

"Master Feng's great move."

The phantom of the blood-colored dragon dissipated, revealing Dugu Zhengyang's aloof figure.

His moves were broken, but he was not in a hurry, as if the restless bloody qi around him and the madness in his eyes were all illusions.

In fact, the Ice Heart Art in his body was running crazily, suppressing all madness for him.

"The one just now was just an appetizer, now, Grand Master must be careful!"

"Blood Sky!"

With another roar.

The two were quickly fighting at a speed that ordinary people could not see with their naked eyes.

The aftermath was bursting, and small mushroom clouds continued to rise.

Only blood and purple were intertwined, and there was the sound of swords.

As for the fight between the two, less than one-tenth of the audience could see clearly except for the great master of martial arts.

The rest of the people just listened.

Even so, it didn't prevent them from watching mesmerized, as if they were witnessing this battle.

Those who can reach their level, except for some people who can't be reasonable, have come to this day with enthusiasm and love for martial arts.

To see such a decisive battle of masters, it is considered that this time of martial arts is not in vain.

……

On a high ground.

"Brother Jiang, why don't we make a bet?"

Eunuch Hai sat on a grand master's chair, with a ruby ​​bead coiled in his hand, staring at the battle below and said suddenly.

Jiang Ping sat next to him, leaning sideways on the armrest, watching the battle below lazily, feeling that they were fighting wonderfully.

People's joys and sorrows are not connected.

The battle of life and death, love and hatred, for him, an outsider, is a sitcom with real feelings.

As for empathy.

Probably because one of them is still a nodding acquaintance, so the mood is a bit indescribably complicated.

Probably if he died, he would sigh silently in his heart.

Hearing Eunuch Hai's words, Jiang Ping didn't care, and replied:

"Father, please speak."

Eunuch Hai laughed and said, "Let's just bet on each other's eyes.

There are two people below, one is an old master who has been famous for a long time, and the other is a rising star who has gained fame.

Let's talk about who wins in the end? "

If there were no accidents, Dugu Zhengyang should have lost and died.

Jiang Ping recalled the news he knew in his previous life.

As early as the first time he saw Qi Zhengyang, Jiang Ping knew his future destiny.

The elder brother who is admired by the same sect, the traitor of the sect who killed his teacher and friends, the sword demon of the demon sect who rose to fame, and the demon king of the demon sect who went to death in a decisive battle.

It can be said that his whole life has been arranged clearly.

Jiang Ping didn't want to change the unfortunate fate of others in the past.

He is a selfish person. Except for himself and those close to him, he cares as little as he can about other people's affairs.

And when he first met Dugu Zhengyang, there was only one green-robed old monster beside him, that was the business of the Demon Lord of the Demon Sect, he had nothing to do, he was afraid that he didn't live long enough.

He once thought that a great master of martial arts would be enough to support him to walk the world, but later he found that two seemed not enough.

It wasn't until he was considered the only one in the world now that he realized that the world would always be one mountain and one mountain higher.

Even if it is a martial arts myth, becoming the top of martial arts is not 100% free and easy.

People are always like this, the higher you stand, the more you know, the more awe you will have.

Fortunately he was lucky.

Because I am young enough, I don't have much to worry about, and I have the confidence to turn the table at any time.

So he can live a little more freely.

But still be cautious.

"Who does the father-in-law think will win?"

Now that he already knew the answer, Jiang Ping didn't mind sharing some of the benefits.

Although it tastes like eating human blood buns.

The big deal is that after Dugu Zhengyang died, he helped set up a tomb, which was worthy of the friendship between them that was not considered friendship.

After all, he was the one who robbed his own hero of saving the beauty.

"It seems that brother Jiang is very confident."

Eunuch Hai lingered on the purple and bloody figures in the field for a while, and said slowly:

"Our family thinks this Sword Demon will win!"

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If you say Feng Qinghua won, I won't play with you yet.

A thought flashed through Jiang Ping's mind, and he suddenly regained his energy.

If you don't take the opportunity to knock a sum from the hands of the Haidu Lord, how can you wait until when?

"Eunuch Hai, since you want to gamble, then I can't spoil your interest, but if you don't get a lottery, I'm afraid you won't have fun playing it."

Jiang Ping said with a smile.

"It's natural."

Eunuch Hai held the beads, and said like a senior gambler:

"It's gambling without money, just like noodles without salt, the most tasteless."

"However, what this lottery is, depends on Brother Jiang's intentions."

He rubbed his fingers, smiled and said:

"It's okay to just play with a few hands of money."

Apparently he also knew that Jiang Ping was a rich man, and if he didn't seize the opportunity to slaughter him a few times, he would be sorry for the money in his hand.

What's more, a few days ago, he put a lot of thought into helping Jiang Ping keep his mouth shut.

Calculated here and there, if you don't earn him tens of thousands of taels, how can you be worthy of his efforts.

It's just that Eunuch Hai didn't expect Jiang Ping to be more ruthless.

"Suwen Hai Gonggong is not going to end at 1000 taels, let's not play too much today, let's start with 50 taels.

It's not that my cousin from far away sent me several million taels of business dividends last month, which is the time when I have nothing to spend.

Now I just took the opportunity to give it to my father-in-law. "

Jiang Ping laughed, as if he didn't treat money as money.

Gonggong Hai almost crushed the beads in his hand again, but he still couldn't help but froze.