Pushing the Three Thousand Worlds

Chapter 64 Two Swordsmanship
"Master, you..."

Ji Dong originally wanted to lure Zhang Qingyu upstairs.

Zhang Qingyu stopped, with a smile on his face, and slowly clasped his fists to everyone in the lobby.

"I've met all of you fellows in the rivers and lakes."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and said to Lin Yi.

"If someone else wants to, just sit in the lobby, and it will be more lively."

Lin Yi nodded when he heard the words, walked to that table, nodded his thanks to the person who gave up the table, then pulled the bench aside, and moved aside.

"Master, sit down."

Zhang Qingyu sat down, and Lin Yi stood aside, his eyes fixed on him, like a statue.

"Disciple..."

Ji Dong immediately bowed his body and listened attentively with a respectful expression.

"Master, you said."

Zhang Qingyu motioned for Lin Yi to sit aside.

"Sit down, you are too attractive."

"How can I sit with the master, this will not be a mess!" Lin Yi flatly refused.

Zhang Qingyu shook his head.

"You disciple, why are you more rigid than a middle-aged man like me, Master."

"Master tells you to sit down, don't you listen!"

"This..." Lin Yi looked puzzled, not knowing what to do.

"Sit down!" Zhang Qingyu urged in a low voice, with a hint of order in his words.

Ji Dong hesitated, took a step back, bowed to his waist, and said with cupped hands.

"Master, please forgive me for being disrespectful and wanting to sit at the same table with you."

After all, he sat beside Zhang Qingyu.

Seeing this, Zhang Qingyu shook his head and sighed, as if he was helpless, but his eyes were extraordinarily soft, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened a bit.

The two masters and apprentices came here in a hurry, and they ordered a table of wine and vegetables and ate slowly without eating.

Zhang Qingyu only ate a little and stopped moving, closed his eyes to gather energy, and prepared for the upcoming battle at the summit.

Lin Yi sat aside, and then stopped moving the bowl and chopsticks, for fear of disturbing Zhang Qingyu.

Li Qiu looked away, thinking that the master and apprentice were interesting.

It is rare to see this kind of people in Jianghu, who treat people equally and peacefully, people whose martial arts are inferior to their own, and people who don't look down on people at all.

After a while, a middle-aged man with a sword behind his back and a beard under his jaw walked into the teahouse.

She looked sharply at Zhang Qingyu with her eyes closed and rested.

"I am coming!"

Wear Lin Jianyue Mingqiu!

Guo Guo acted vigorously and decisively as the rumors said, straight to the point as soon as he came up, full of momentum, as if he wanted to fight immediately.

Zhang Qingyu opened his eyes suddenly, a terrifying light flashed in his eyes, and his whole body's momentum changed, like an unsheathed sword, piercing the heart.

"Ate?"

His imposing manner was frightening, but the words that came out of his mouth were extremely ordinary, like friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

Yue Mingqiu swept across the lobby coldly, and everyone who met his gaze felt cold all over their bodies.

Like a sharp sword against the back, a little coolness from the tip of the sword spreads all over the body!
"I expected that there would be a lot of people here. I don't like being watched when I eat. I ate at a restaurant on the way here."

"Okay, please!"

Zhang Qingyu gave a low drink and waved his hands.

Hearing the please, Yue Mingqiu turned around and walked out of the teahouse.

"Disciple, sword!"

Zhang Qingyu didn't look sideways, only saw the back of Yue Mingqiu who was going away, and the strong fighting intent rising in his heart, he stretched out his hand slowly but forcefully.

Without saying a word, Lin Yi bowed down and held the sword in both hands and handed it to Zhang Yu.

Zhang Qingyu raised his sword and stepped forward to chase after Yue Mingqiu.

Ji Dong straightened up, looked at the backs of the two, his eyes flickered, and hurriedly followed behind.

The two lords who fought against each other have arrived, and a shocking battle that will determine who is the number one sword in the North is about to begin!
Everyone waited for so long, how could they miss it, they got up and followed behind.

Li Qiu is no exception.

He had waited a long time for this battle.

If you can't lean on the window to enjoy the scenery, a fight between peerless swordsmen is not bad.

He stood up slowly, and followed Zhang Qingyu and the others with great interest.

Yue Mingqiu and Zhang Qingyu, one in front of the other, traveled very fast.

The two looked cold and serious, their eyes were shining, like two candles in the cold night, their aura was fierce and menacing, and pedestrians stayed far away and did not dare to approach.

The two walked faster and faster, walking along the Chongqing River for a long distance, the blood in their bodies was boiling, as if they were about to spurt out, thin sweat appeared on their foreheads, and their energy and spirit had reached their peak!
Suddenly, Yue Mingqiu stopped and turned around.

"Here it is!"

Zhang Qingyu looked around.

On the bank of the river, there are rows of willow trees, and when the breeze picks up, the withered and yellow willow leaves fall down like butterflies, which makes people feel a sense of sadness from the bottom of their hearts.

"I don't like it here, but at this time of year, there is no place I like."

"Just here!"

The two stopped, and Ji Dong followed.

The others stopped, not approaching wisely, and watched from a distance.

"You and I have agreed that there will be a showdown by the Chongqing River, and the loser will have to hand over his own swordsmanship cheats. Have you ever brought them?"

Yue Mingqiu said slowly.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was astonished.

According to the news they got, they had never heard of this matter.

Li Qiu's heart moved and he narrowed his eyes.

Zhang Qingyu and Zhang Qingyu fought to decide who is the first sword in the Northland, and the result is that one will win and the other will lose.

If the loser is lucky enough not to die, he will definitely learn something from this battle.

In the future, it may not be possible to make a comeback to defeat the winner, and take away the title of the first sword of the Northland from the winner.

But once the loser surrenders his swordsmanship cheats, there will be no turning back.

If the opponent has figured out the swordsmanship and moves, naturally there is no possibility of victory.

A loser will always be a loser!
Zhang Qingyu looked indifferent.

"Of course, apprentice."

Lin Yi stepped forward, took out a cheat book from his pocket, and showed it to Yue Mingqiu.

There are four words written on the secret book, which is Zhang Qingyu's unique swordsmanship for which he became famous.

Qingying swordsmanship!

Yue Mingqiu nodded, and also took out a cheat book from his bosom.

There are only two words on it.

Wear forest!

Two big characters, strong and powerful, concise and domineering!
The book was written by Yue Mingqiu, who knows how to act vigorously and resolutely when he sees it.

When people in the distance saw the cheat books displayed by both sides, their hearts were filled with rage, and they wished they could step forward and snatch them all away!
The two have the strength to compete for the first sword in the Northland, and the swordsmanship they practice is of course powerful.

There are very few swordsmanship in the world that can stand shoulder to shoulder with these two swordsmanship!

After showing it, Yue Mingqiu tossed the cheat book in his hand, and threw it on a bluestone next to him.

He stared at Zhang Qingyu, and slowly pulled out the long sword on his back!

hum!
But seeing the long sword in Yue Mingqiu's hand, the body of the sword is like a pool of clear water, the blade seems to be covered with a layer of autumn frost, the light of the sword is cold and compelling!

There are rumors in the world that Yue Mingqiu once stabbed a big tree surrounded by several people, and the sword did not reach the hilt, except for his superb swordsmanship.

It also has something to do with the Qiushuang sword in his hand, which is a sword that is hard to find in the world and decisive!
Zhang Qingyu also drew out the long sword in his hand.

The shape of the sword is ancient and clumsy, the blade is light and thin, densely covered with cyan patterns, the blade is sharp and bright, and the cold light radiates everywhere!

Obviously, it is also an extremely rare sword!

"Disciple, step back."

Ji Dong secretly glanced at the long sword in Zhang Qingyu's hand, and retreated back.

(End of this chapter)