Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 120
In Tianqi City.

Dozens of people are rushing to Baipin Pavilion at the same time.

Among them are famous guests from all corners of the country recruited by the royal family and nobles in private, there are big insiders who sit in charge of the apocalypse and hide their secrets, and there are also scattered travelers who have traveled here, just in time for this battle.

There are many duels in the world, and those can be missed.

But this one must not be missed.

Mr. Li, who is generally recognized as the number one in the world, and Yu Shengmo, the number one master of Nanjue who has always been in the hearts of Beili people, is this a duel?It is possible that we will never meet again in this lifetime.

"Li Changsheng, the rain-born demon, has fought three times in this life."

"For the first time, Li Changsheng was already a well-known swordsman in the world. When Yushengmo first came out of the rivers and lakes, Li Changsheng won with a single sword. In the second year, Yushengmo became famous in the world. Almost no one knows about this battle."

"The second time, Li Changsheng still won with a single sword, and Yusheng broke the magic sword. From then on, he practiced the magic sword hard."

"For the third time, no one knew the result, but for the next eight years, Yushengmo never set foot in Beili again."

The young man with the same white hair as Li Changsheng and a ghost mask landed beside Baili Dongjun and spoke slowly.

Baili Dongjun turned his head: "Ji Ruofeng, why are you here?"

Ji Ruofeng took out a notebook and a brush: "This is a peerless duel, so it's for recording."

"Li Changsheng, you will lose this battle." Yu Shengmo retreated, surrounded by purple air on the long sword.

Mr. Li smiled and held a sword flower: "You said the same thing last time."

Yu Shengmo sneered, swung his long sword down, and swept away the roof of Baipin Pavilion!

Baili Dongjun and others hurriedly retreated, Mr. Li sighed: "The school will lose a lot of money."

Yu Shengmo's next sword fell on Mr. Li's head.

The momentum is like thunder!

There is an eternal roar in the wind.

Mr. Li just raised his sword lazily.

The sound of "ding" was just the slight sound of two swords colliding.

The sound suddenly stopped.

"Fall!" Mr. Li swung his sword slightly, and smashed Yu Shengmo down in its entirety.

The entire Baipin Pavilion was pierced in an instant.

Lei Mengsha, who was soundly asleep, tilted his head and muttered, "Who is so noisy."

"The winner has been decided?" Baili Dongjun didn't expect this duel to end so quickly.

"It's not that easy." Ji Ruofeng quickly wrote something on the paper.

"Break!" Yu Shengmo jumped out of the Baipin Pavilion again holding the sword, the purple air became more intense and coquettish, Yu Shengmo's hair scattered, and a tinge of purple appeared in his pupils.

"The pupils are purple, and I have gone crazy." Xie Xuan said lightly, "I read this statement in a book."

"It's true that he has become obsessed." Ji Ruofeng looked at Yu Shengmo and said slowly, "However, it is different from the obsession of ordinary people who practice kung fu. Yu Shengmo is a voluntary obsession. Supreme swordsmanship."

"This is a good swordsmanship, but if you practice evil, it will be troublesome." Mr. Li raised his head and said in a low voice.

Yu Shengmo froze in the air, the sword energy on his body gathered more and more, the sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, as if attracted by the sword energy, the thunder shook, as if there was heavy rain falling in an instant.

"It seems that if you don't make a lot of noise, you won't be a master." Mr. Li raised his sword at the rain-born demon in the air, and often shouted, "Heavenly earthquake!"

The thunder roared like tens of thousands of drums and hammers, and the people in the entire Tianqi City were alarmed, and they all went to the street to see the natural phenomenon.

"Sword falling!" Yushengmo yelled angrily, gnashing his teeth, and saw the lightning falling from the sky and landed on Yushengmo's Xuanfeng sword. go.

"This is the legendary lightning strike from the sky." Baili Dongjun said with emotion.

Xie Xuan shook his head: "This idiom is really bad."

"Come on." Mr. Li said lightly, got up and jumped up, soaring to the sky.

With the thunder that fell that day.

A bang.

The clouds receded.

Turned into an autumn rain, floating down.

Everyone raised their heads, Mr. Li was no longer there, the purple-clothed men from the four sonatas were no longer there, and the Sword Immortal Yu Shengmo was no longer there.

As the rain fell, Lei Mengsha woke up from the dream, raised his head, and murmured: "Why is the roof gone?"

Baili Dongjun was confused: "Is this the end of the fight?"

Ji Ruofeng put away the pen and paper, turned around and planned to leave.

"Ji Ruofeng, just now... who won?" Baili Dongjun asked.

"Didn't you see clearly?" Ji Ruofeng asked.

Baili Dongjun was stunned: "Did you see clearly?"

Ji Ruofeng jumped out: "Of course you can see clearly."

The dozens of people who were hiding in the dark watching the battle also left one after another, and they couldn't help but feel a little regretful. The end of the duel was caught off guard, and they didn't see clearly what the final sword was.

When Ji Ruofeng left, he opened his notebook. At the last moment of the notebook, Mr. Li flew into the sky with a sword, but the next one was blank.

"It really is number one in the world..."

In a corner of the street not far away, an umbrella suddenly opened.

On the umbrella is a dragon with its teeth and claws drawn.

It's just that the one holding the umbrella is Mr. Li from the school.

He lowered his head slightly, looked at Yu Shengmo who was sitting on the ground with a pale face, and sighed: "I said a long time ago that if the magic sword is not careful, it will backfire against the sword master. Why do you still refuse to let it go after so many years? If you win, I will win." Is it so important? Actually, you only need to go back and cultivate your body well, and in a few years, I will die of old age. Wouldn’t it be much easier for you to fight for the number one in the world?”

Yu Shengmo smiled wryly: "No one knows how old you have lived, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for that day."

Mr. Li looked up at the falling rain and smiled: "Don't worry, that day will not be long."

Yu Shengmo stood up from the ground and took his umbrella from Mr. Li: "Actually, I also know that I am still no match for Mr. Li, but I heard that my disciple came to Tianqi City. I know his life experience. I am afraid He will be embarrassed in Apocalypse City."

"You go away. After three days, I will naturally let your apprentice go back safe and sound." Mr. Li smiled, "With my promise, is it enough?"

Yu Shengmo's expression was gloomy and cold: "I can't see through Mr."

"It's right if you can't see through it. I'm number one in the world. It's so easy to be seen through." Mr. Li walked into the rain curtain, "But if you don't leave, I won't save you face. In front of everyone How about a beating?"

Yu Shengmo watched Mr. Li's leaving back and remained silent.

"Don't worry. Ye Dingzhi is a talent of the heavens, and he will not break up in Tianqi City." When Mr. Li left, he said slowly.

"It is impossible for you to beat me in this life, so train your apprentice well. In the future, if your apprentice beats me, it will be counted as your victory."

(End of this chapter)