Starting with Xiao Li Feidao

Chapter 99 Who is the Sword Hero
At sea, the wind and waves are like mountains, and the golden waves are vast.

The figures of Zi Yihou and the man in white have long since disappeared, only the waves are rolling, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the sword light is like lightning.

There are always magnificent scenes on the turbulent sea, but this situation is difficult to create by nature, let alone manpower.

The martial arts cultivation of these two people has already reached the pinnacle, reaching a level that is difficult for ordinary people to fathom.

In an instant, the sword energy dissipated, the waves gradually flattened, and two figures, one purple and one white, stood in the golden waves, as if they were flying in the sky, like immortals from the sky.

Suddenly, on the endless waves, golden light was set off again.

The golden light flashed, like lightning and gusts of wind, and in an instant, the two attacked each other more than thirty times with the swords in their hands.

Suddenly, two sword lights collided again, and a dragon chant resounded across the sea and sky.

The monstrous waves rolled up, as if toppled over, and when it calmed down again, there was only a solitary white figure left on the entire sea.

The man in white held a sword in one hand, standing in the waves, in such a situation, there was an unimaginable loneliness.

But Zi Yihou has disappeared.

The group of heroes on the coast and the people on the five-color sailboat felt as if a boulder had been stuffed into their throats, making it difficult to breathe.

This death is generally silent, I don't know how long it lasted.

Qunhao was eclipsed, tears fell from the girl on the boat, the little princess stood there in a daze, her pair of eyes that could be paled by other stars also became dim.

Xia Yunmo stared at the sea from a distance, he knew that Zi Yihou would not die, let alone lose.

Sure enough, at this suffocating moment, a figure appeared in the waves. His whole body was wet, but his expression was still full of dignity and majesty, just like the sea god in mythology. This person was indeed Zi Yihou.

Surprised by this surprise, the boat and the shore unexpectedly remained strangely quiet.

Everyone has become an idiot, neither speaking nor moving, but their eyes are fixed on Zi Yihou, as if looking at a god, full of worship.

The man in white floated ashore, and Hou Ziyi also boarded the boat.

Facing the five-color sailboat in the setting sun, the man in white said slowly, "Your Excellency's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world."

Standing at the bow of the boat, Zi Yihou said with a solemn expression, "Your Excellency's demeanor should be a model for warriors all over the world, and I admire you."

The man in white said: "If you win, you will win, if you lose, you will lose. Today's defeat will be unforgettable in my life. After seven years, I will come back and wash away the shame."

After all, the man in white floated on a small boat, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

Only after the boat landed on the shore did everyone know that Zi Yihou was victorious in today's battle.

All of a sudden, everyone cheered, earth-shattering.Cheers filled the shores of the sea, and people were almost crazy.

Some people were originally enemies, and they laughed together at this moment, shouting in unison, "Long live Hou Ye, long live Zi Yihou..." The old hatred seemed to have been washed away.

This joy belongs to fellow martial artists all over the world, and everyone can share the taste of victory.

However, no one noticed that when the man in white was in the waves far away, he suddenly turned his head, exuding an aura as sharp as a sword, and the place where his eyes were located turned out to be a five-color sailboat.

He only glanced at it, then turned his head and disappeared completely in the sea.

The martial arts heroes cheered, everyone was very excited, they witnessed a grand event in the martial arts.They no longer pay attention to people in white clothes. As long as there are princes in purple clothes, the martial arts will not be able to beat any prodigal sons.

They asked Zi Yihou to also say a few words, but they didn't notice that Zi Yihou's face was abnormal, heavy, and there was no joy on his face.

Zi Yihou's eyes flashed, and he finally said slowly: "You guys are so kind, I really feel ashamed, but..."

Whoever talked, he spit out a mouthful of blood before he finished speaking, and his body couldn't stand still.

It turned out that although Zi Yihou won half of the tricks of the ancient Dayu's "Sword of Subduing Demons" used to control the water, he still couldn't hurt the man in white.

He used 97 kinds of swordsmanship, and his true strength has been consumed by more than half, but he was shattered by the true strength of the white man's sword.

And the reason why he said that the man in white is unparalleled in demeanor is that he is a model for warriors all over the world.

It was because the white-clothed man only needed to show a little brazenness and strike again, and the purple-clothed marquis would automatically return to the west.

The group of heroes looked at each other, the sea breeze was blowing, and the sea was dead silent again.

Zi Yihou turned around, walked into the cabin, and disappeared.

Qunhao watched his figure disappear from the bow, and couldn't help feeling sad. No one could have imagined that after such a huge victory, there would be such a huge sacrifice.

No one spoke, and the group of heroes sat by the seaside in unison, in a dense darkness.

They were sitting on the beach in a daze, looking at the five-color sailboat, as if they were looking at the holy place in their hearts.

It's a pity that the setting sun gradually sank into the sea, the sky and the earth became darker and darker, and the five-color sailboat also lost its splendor.

In the cabin, the maid is carrying rain in the pear blossoms, and the little princess's tears are falling like pearls.

This sad atmosphere became more and more obvious in the cabin.

Zi Yihou sat in front of the chessboard, his hand holding the chess pieces trembled slightly, and finally, the chess pieces slipped from Zi Yihou's hands and fell to the ground.

Who would dare to believe that Zi Yihou, who was invincible yesterday, can't even hold a chess piece securely at this time.

Zi Yihou sighed: "Brother Xia, it seems that this game of chess is very difficult to finish."

Xia Yunmo said: "If Master Hou wants to finish the game, he will naturally be able to."

Zi Yihou smiled wryly, took out a strange key from his bosom, and said: "I hide in my study room the secret book of the three secret doors of the world 190, and only this can open it. Brother Xia...you and..."

Xia Yunmo smiled and said, "I've read all the secret books, you should keep them by yourself. If you die, it will be passed on to that girl, or your apprentice."

Zi Yihou wanted to say more, but Xia Yunmo put his hand on Zi Yihou's shoulder.

A strange energy passed from Xia Yunmo's palm to Zi Yihou's body.

Zi Yihou said in surprise: "Brother Xia, you are..."

Xia Yunmo said with a smile: "As a swordsman, dying by the sword is a worthy death. But now that Lord Hou is in the prime of his life, there is that brat who dares to catch you?"

The rest of the people watched Zi Yihou's face gradually turn moist, and the tears on his face hadn't been wiped away yet, and he showed a bright smile again.

It turned out that when Xia Yunmo fought with Zi Yihou, he injected a "Rama inner strength" into his body.

Rama's internal strength has the function of filling in the gaps, and at critical moments, it protects Lord Hou's heart.

But now, Xia Yunmo is not only proficient in Rama's inner strength, but also created his own "Sentence".Although Zi Yihou couldn't recover immediately, it didn't hurt to save his life.

(End of this chapter)