Yun Feiyang also walked to the ring.

Li Chengfeng is on the left, and clouds are on the right.

The two of them looked at each other, but they did not rush to draw their swords and take action.

Even Li Chengfeng didn't hold a sword in his hand.

Yun Feiyang's sword was also carried behind him, wrapped in a piece of white cloth.

But from beginning to end, the opponent who could make Yun Feiyang draw his sword has not appeared yet.

Yun Feiyang smiled and said, "Eighth Prince, please!"

Li Chengfeng also nodded and said, "You're welcome, let's start!"

"Okay, then let's start. This time, I will use all my strength to test the sword with you in the written test!"

"Okay, then let me see how powerful the Tang Dynasty Sword Saint is!"

After saying that, the two stopped talking and then looked at each other.

Under the scorching sun, the two of them stood on the ring, like wooden stakes, motionless.

It was not as quiet as I imagined, but it seemed very quiet.

"Huh? What are they doing?"

"Draw the sword and start fighting, why don't you move?"

"That's right, you can't dare to attack just because the other party is the Eighth Prince? The Eighth Prince has a very strong martial arts skills. Yun Feiyang, do it!"

"Old Sword Saint, we are here to see the sword, not to see you!"

Under the ring, a group of audiences who couldn't understand were chattering again.

Only some master swordsmen can understand what Li Chengfeng and Yun Feiyang are doing now?

I saw Li Junxian's pupils suddenly shrank tightly beside Li Shimin.

There was also Zhao Xingyuan, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Okay, what a terrifying aura!"

"So strong, both of them are so strong!"

After Li Junxian said that, Zhao Xingyuan nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, the sword-like thunder tower seems calm, but in fact it is already a sword-like shadow. I really can't believe it. If they use sword moves to compete,

What kind of visual experience would it be?"

Zhao Xingyuan is also a top-notch swordsman.

He could see that on the ring, Li Chengfeng and Yun Feiyang were competing with sword intent.

The sword skills of the two of them have reached the point where they are superb and their sword energy is released.

Ordinary people may just watch them standing there, motionless.

But only experts can see that at this moment, Li Chengfeng and Yun Feiyang have actually tried each other for several moves.

Moreover, those sword moves are fatal and dangerous!

Including Li Junxian, he also saw the clues, and finally sighed and felt ashamed of himself.

He thought that his sword realm was not much different from Li Chengfeng. After watching this game, Li Junxian realized that he had always been a frog in the well!

...

Of course, Li Shimin himself couldn't understand what Li Chengfeng was doing.

He was also anxious and sweating profusely.

However, Li Shimin said: "Yes, what a terrifying sword energy, I can see that it is a competition in thought!"

In fact, Li Shimin didn't realize that he was just talking nonsense.

Only in this way can you show your master's style.

Li Junxian's eyes lit up and he said, "Emperor, have you seen it too?"

Li Shimin touched his beard and smiled, "Hmph, of course I can see it! This is a collision of the sword arts that can only be achieved after reaching a certain level!"

"Then, Emperor, who do you think is more powerful among them?"

Li Junxian asked again.

Li Shimin couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

It's hard to say who is better.

Although Li Chengfeng is strong, Yun Feiyang is not weak either.

In addition, Li Chengfeng is the reincarnation of a god, but it is only passed down by word of mouth and has not been confirmed.

But Yun Feiyang is a real national sword master.

However, Li Shimin felt that Yun Feiyang would definitely let Li Chengfeng make a few moves, so Li Shimin said, "It should be my family style. I can win, but I won not many, so I can only make one and a half moves!"

"Oh? Emperor, do you still have such a vision?"

"Hmph, Li Junxian, do you look down on me?"

"I dare not, I dare not, Xiaochen is just curious!"

Li Junxian smiled and didn't want to tear Li Shimin's platform.

...

However, half an hour later, Yun Feiyang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

He shook his head slowly, smiled, and said, "Haha, I lost, I lost!"

Although Yun Feiyang lost the game, his expression looked very relaxed.

Although he lost to Li Chengfeng, he did not think that he was weak, but that Li Chengfeng was too strong.

Maybe others can't see it.

Because of the competition in the concept of swordsmanship, Li Chengfeng and Yun Feiyang have fought more than 180 moves.

Fighting with your mind is a matter of a sword that consumes physical and mental strength very much.

Yun Feiyang originally thought that Li Chengfeng was young and had poor mental strength.

But he underestimated it because Li Chengfeng's swordsmanship was already so powerful.

The two sides fought more than a hundred moves between their minds, but in the end Yun Feiyang was defeated.

Li Chengfeng also took a deep breath and said, "It's so dangerous, Mr. Yun, I almost lost to you!"

"No, no, no, Eighth Prince, you are kind. You are suppressing me throughout the whole process. It was me who lost. I am not your opponent at all!"

Yun Feiyang sighed, sighing that he was not as good as he was.

Li Chengfeng said, "You just lost one move to me, and you didn't lose too much! Besides, your swordsmanship is invincible, and it is really powerful!"

To be honest, Li Chengfeng sincerely admires the old sword saint Yun Feiyang.

He is an old man, and his sword art is so powerful?

Don’t forget that Li Chengfeng’s sword skills are all given to him by the system.

In other words, Li Chengfeng could become the strongest swordsman in the world without practicing cultivation.

Yun Feiyang's kung fu was cultivated by himself.

Can he compete with the strongest kendo in the system at such an age? Isn’t that shameful?

If it were someone else, it would be great if they could walk ten moves in Li Chengfeng's hands.

...

"Ahem, I lost, I lost!"

Yun Feiyang coughed and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He was not suffering internal injuries, but because of excessive physical exhaustion, which led to oral bleeding?

Because the teeth were biting too tightly, when they were fighting with Li Chengfeng, they bit off a tooth, so their mouth was bleeding.

If you don’t know, you think it was Li Chengfeng who hurt Yun Feiyang with his sword intent?

"No way? The old sword saint Yun Feiyang actually lost to the Eighth Prince of the Tang Dynasty? Is it true or false?"

"The sea, the sea, why are you all water?"

"A discerning person can tell at a glance that it was Yun Feiyang who let the water go!"

"Yes, otherwise the old sword saint would not have lost to the Eighth Prince!"

"But why do I think that the old Sword Saint really can't beat the Eighth Prince if he didn't let the water go?"

"When the two of them didn't use a move, Yun Feiyang automatically gave up? Isn't this considered letting go? Even the blind man can tell that Yun Feiyang obviously has the clone of the Eighth Prince Li Chengfeng, so he deliberately letting go!"

"this……"

The audience in the audience followed the crowd and began to chatter.

But most people are saying that Yun Feiyang let the water go.
Chapter completed!