The melon-eating swordsman in the ancient dragon world.

Chapter 538 Battle of Mount Tai
Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan attacked almost at the same time.

No one could see them drawing their swords, as their swords suddenly stabbed out like lightning.

The onlookers only felt a flash before their eyes, and the two men had already crossed the distance of two or three feet in between, and approached each other in a flash. The two swords flashed and shone, dazzling the eyes.

There were sounds of autumn wind blowing and sharp swords breaking through the air, but there was no sound of two swords clashing. They had already controlled the swords to perfection and would not do anything that would waste their energy.

Those who were lucky enough to watch the battle opened their eyes wide, not wanting to miss even a single detail of the decisive battle.

Those who couldn't see around pricked up their ears; they didn't even know if the war had already begun.

As the sword light flowed, even the wind seemed to be cut off.

The battlefield between the two was like a black hole. The sword light cut through the air, sweeping the fallen leaves into it, which were then crushed into pieces by the sword energy and flew in all directions.

Among the countless golden leaves, two figures moved and two sword lights flashed, like a beautiful painting.

Yan Shisan's swordsmanship is concise and vicious, and the Thirteen Deadly Swords seem to have only thirteen moves, but just the slight changes in the shaking of the wrist can show a huge difference.

Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship is swift and graceful. Even in the most intense battle, his figure remains upright, his attacks remain precise, and his swordsmanship is like a raging wind.

In just a few breaths, the two had exchanged more than a dozen moves.

During these dozen or so moves, the momentum of the two men continued to rise, their energy and spirit gathered, they had long forgotten themselves, with only the other's sword in their eyes.

Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng are indeed natural rivals!

Just then, they moved.

This movement is not the movement of action, but the movement of movement.

The small battlefield of Yuhuangding was no longer enough for them to focus their full attention on their opponents. They needed more mountains, rocks, trees and leaves.

The two men moved in perfect harmony, but this frightened the onlookers.

The Eagle Swordsman was watching with fascination when he noticed that the two sword lights were suddenly getting closer and closer to him, as if they were next to him in an instant, giving him the illusion that they were going to run over him.

The Eagle Swordsman let out a strange cry, turned over and retreated diagonally to the rear.

Just when he retreated several feet and felt safe, he suddenly felt a wet and uncomfortable sensation on his face.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch it, and he felt blood on his hand.

The Eagle Swordsman's pupils suddenly shrank. He was actually injured by the sword energy of Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan from a distance, and he had no power to fight back!

The Eagle Swordsman reacted quickly. Just when he touched blood on his hands, he heard more exclamations.

When he looked up, he saw that there was a commotion right next to where he had just stood.

Seven or eight martial arts masters who were highly skilled in martial arts and qualified to watch the fight, like frightened ducks, fled in all directions, flapping their wings and running wildly.

The Eagle Swordsman had sharp eyes and also saw the blood spurting out of their bodies.

Just as they were fleeing, Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng had already swept over like a tornado and rushed into the woods next to Yuhuangding.

The dense woods blocked everyone's view. Except for a few experts who quickly chased in, the rest of the people stood where they were, looking at each other in confusion.

"what's the situation?"

"Why did they suddenly come out?"

"Not good! Mr. Zhao from Yiqi Manor was stabbed in the chest with a sword, and his heart meridians were severely damaged. He is almost dead!"

"Brother Gao! Brother Gao!" A burst of calls attracted everyone's attention. Turning back, they found that Gao Boping, the leader of the 36 strongholds in Taihang Mountain and a famous master in the northern martial arts world with the lightning-fast knife, was stabbed in the forehead by a sword and died on the spot.

The onlookers were all stunned.

"Watching a competition between the world's top masters actually puts one's life in danger?"

"This is too exaggerated..."

"Because they are Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng!"

Yan Shisan has never been a good person. No one has ever survived his deadly sword. Although Xie Xiaofeng comes from a prominent family, he is not a person who cares about human life. All those who challenged him left their weapons and lives at the Divine Sword Villa.

Therefore, when they decide to do something, they will do it. As for whether someone will die in the process, that is not something they need to consider, not to mention...

The Taishan decisive battle was originally the decisive battle between Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan, and they never invited anyone else to watch!
Those who were standing around the Jade Emperor Peak and did not dare to go up at all, but could only wait for news below and prepare to go down the mountain to brag, at this moment, felt nothing but gloating and relief in their hearts.

Their martial arts skills are much worse than those of the people above, so they dare not go up. If they were the ones up there at this moment, it would be more than just two people who would die.

The Flying Eagle Swordsman looked at the frightened Kunlun Twin Swordsmen opposite him and asked, "Should we chase them in?"

The Kunlun Twin Swords bared their teeth, looked at Zen Master Tianming, Taoist Yuzhu, and Hua Yukun and his wife who had already chased in, hardened their hearts, suppressed the fear in their hearts, and followed in with a leap.

……

In the woods, Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan's swords did not stop for the slightest.

The mottled light and shadows, dense leaves, scattered ancient trees, and ubiquitous rocks did not affect their swords at all.

Wherever their eyes go, there their swords will go!
The hard and solid tree trunks could not stop the gentle swings of their swords.

The leaves in the forest seemed to be blown everywhere by a strong wind, mixed with large and small stones, like strong bows and crossbows, carrying the sound of whistling wind, hiding among the fallen leaves, and whistling past.

"Whoosh!"

"Oh!"

Taoist Yuzhu stopped walking as he watched a stone about an inch in size brush past his ear and shoot into the tree trunk behind him, penetrating three inches into the wood. He couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his temples.

And in front of him, there were only a few people.

Among these people, of course, there is Tie Kaicheng.

Tie Kaicheng held Sun Xingyu's hand with one hand and Li Zhenzhen's hand with the other, and said with a sigh, "This sword is powerful. My master's understanding of the Thirteen Deadly Swords is better than mine."

"I didn't expect Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship to be so domineering. Who told me before that his swordsmanship is soothing and elegant?" Tie Kaicheng looked at Xie Xiaofeng again.

This battle is no less fierce than the one at the top of the Forbidden City.

Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan are also peerless swordsmen who are no less capable than Ximen Chuxue and Ye Gucheng.

It’s just that Ximen Chuxue and Ye Gucheng want to decide the winner or the loser in one move, but Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan don’t want to give each other a chance to win. In fact, they have been looking and waiting.

Yan Shisan's long sword passed through the fallen leaves, and just as Xie Xiaofeng pointed his sword horizontally, he suddenly stopped, and the whole person seemed to stand still.

Then, at the moment when Xie Xiaofeng changed his moves, his sword came back to life like a poisonous dragon, bypassed Xie Xiaofeng's sword, and bit the opponent's throat.

The fatal fourteenth sword!

(End of this chapter)