My Master Is a God

The young man in black clothes with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes looked at Dugu Hui expressionlessly after he came on the field, then he cupped his fists and said: "The descendant of the Sword Demon - Wu Jian~"

The tone of his speech was very indifferent, even with an old-fashioned attitude that was inconsistent with his youth, and the gesture of holding his fists in salute was completely traditional, but he also respected his opponent.

It attracted the attention of everyone in the room in an instant.

But when Wu Jian announced his name, Baishan, who was sitting next to Yang Yiyun, muttered to himself, thinking: "Sword Demon, Sword Demon~"

"Ah~ The descendant of the Sword Demon?"

Suddenly he exclaimed as if he remembered something.

Baishan's exclamation also caused several other innate roars.

Ding Yang, who had always been like Maitreya Buddha, stood up suddenly and lost his voice: "Sword Demon, who has been the leading figure in the ancient martial arts world for fifty years... I didn't expect that he still has a legacy alive, things are unpredictable!"

Yang Yiyun was a little confused. It sounded like this sword demon was very awesome, so he asked Baishan next to him: "Who is the Baishan sword demon?"

"Master, I don't know. In the ancient martial arts world fifty years ago, there were two powerful innate warriors, the South Sword and the North Sword. They were great figures who were at the peak of the ninth level of innateness. They had few rivals in the ancient martial arts world.

The South Sword refers to the Guwu family, Dugu Zhantian of the Dugu family, who is known as the Sword Immortal, while the North Sword refers to the sword demon Su Chongqiu.

These two people are also one good and one evil. The sword demon Su Chongqiu is regarded as the devil, and the sword fairy Dugu Zhantian is regarded as the righteous one.

Both of them were influential figures fifty years ago, and they spent their lives fighting each other. Unfortunately, for some unknown reason fifty years ago, the sword demon Su Chongqiu and the sword fairy Dugu Zhantian met at the Golden Summit of Emei, and they both fell in love. Lost track.

There are many rumors in the ancient martial arts world that two people died in battle, there are also rumors that they are hiding in the world, and there are even rumors that their righteous path is empty...

Anyway, there has been no news since then. Unexpectedly, fifty years later, the descendants of the Sword Demon and the descendants of the Dugu family will meet again. Is this fate? " Baishan explained.

Yang Yiyun was also a little surprised. A master of the ninth level of innateness was really a master.

Moreover, the sword demon Su Chongqiu and Dugu Zhantian can have the title of Southern Sword and Northern Sword, so they are obviously not simple people.

I never expected that the Dugu family had such an awesome person, and I had never heard Dugu Qingqing mention it before.

Now, Dugu Hui, who is a natural swordsman in his eyes, is competing with the Sword Demon's inherited martial arts sword. It seems to be a fateful arrangement.

Needless to say, Duguhui's talent in swordsmanship was first-class, but the swordsmanship of the sword demon successor was not simple in Yang Yiyun's observation.

There is a power in this young man's body that is no longer within the five elements. Although it is very weak, Yang Yiyun can still feel it in his spiritual consciousness, and it is very evil.

While everyone was observing, Yang Yiyun saw light flashing in his eyes after Duguhui heard the name Wu Jian.

Then he said in a deep voice, cupped his fists in return, and said lightly with arrogance: "Dugu family Dugu regrets~"

Wu Jian seemed to have known that Dugu Hui was from the Dugu family for a long time. When he heard Dugu Hui's reply, there was finally a smile on his expressionless face. As he spoke, he removed the wooden box wrapped in black cloth from behind. .

"Southern Sword Immortal Dugu Zhantian and his master Sword Demon Su Chongqiu were the leading figures in the ancient martial arts world fifty years ago. I hope you won't disappoint me."

When the flowers fell, Wu Jian opened the wooden box, and Neizhong took out a three-foot sword with a skull on the handle.

Then the sword was unsheathed.

"Buzz~"

The sword was unsheathed, the cold light flashed, and the sword made a sound.

"The Skeleton Knife~is the Skull Demon Su Chongqiu's Skull Knife!" Ding Yang stared at the hand of the sword in the field with a fiery look on his face.

Yang Yiyun also discovered that the sword in Wu Jian's hand, which Ding Yang called the skull sword, was actually a low-grade spiritual weapon.

"Interesting~" Yang Yiyun stared at the sword in the field and muttered to himself.

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Dugu Hui has been a genius since he was a child in martial arts. He was at the eighth level of Anjin before he started cultivating. Considering that he is in his early twenties and at the eighth level of Anjin in the ancient martial arts world, he is indeed an amazing person.

Although Rujian is at the third level of Qi refining stage in cultivation, his true Qi and internal strength are completely different levels. Even though it appears that he is at the third level of dark strength, his real strength is not weak at all. In terms of swordsmanship, it may be stronger than He is even stronger when he reaches the eighth level of secret strength.

The martial sword also had the same third level of dark power, but it was the descendant of the Sword Demon. Yang Yiyun found a power beyond the five elements in his body. With a large sword at the level of a low-grade spiritual weapon in his hand, it would not be a fuel-saving lamp.

The two are somewhat evenly matched.

When Wu Jian said don't let me down, Dugu Hui snorted coldly: "I'll give this back to you. I hope you don't let me down either."

The two of them were competing with each other, both with boundless arrogance.

Dugu Hui's arrogance is righteous, while Wu Jian's arrogance is evil.

In short, the strength of these two people cannot be compared with the strength of ordinary third-level Anjin.

Duguhui held his long sword in his hand and raised his sword and broadsword.

The two faced each other, competing in terms of momentum.

At a certain moment, Duguhui snorted coldly, and took action first with a sense of disdain and contempt. The ancient sword in his hand brushed three sword flowers and went straight to Wujian.

Yang Yiyun, who was sitting on the stage, sighed in his heart when he saw this. He knew that Dugu Hui was going to lose this game.

In a duel between masters, there is no difference between a battle of momentum and a fight with moves. It is also like a life and death struggle. From some perspectives, the battle of momentum is even more important than fighting.

If the one who loses from the opponent's momentum and strikes first will definitely lose, the latter will definitely lose, because if you lose the momentum, you will lose your morale. In the subsequent battle, you will have a little worry and eventually fight. He exposed a flaw to his opponent and lost.

Of course, according to Yang Yiyun's observation, Duguhui did not lose in terms of momentum, but because he was too arrogant to take the lead, and there was a feeling that he did not take his opponent seriously.

Too aloof and arrogant.

This kind of mentality often leads to defeat, so Yang Yiyun mentally labeled Dugu Hui as a loser.

However, the same can be said for Yang Yiyun. Dugu has been hailed as a genius since she was a child. Under the protection of her sister and family, she has never suffered any major setbacks and has developed a proud character. No wonder he is.

Think about it, letting this kid suffer a little will be good for his future cultivation.

Contrary to Dugu Hui, Wu Jian is a casual cultivator and lives alone. This kind of person has been suffering from hardship since he was a child. He has a strong mentality and is good at seizing opportunities. Once there is an opportunity, he will not let it go.

Facing Dugu Hui's first attack, Wu Jian smiled.

This was seen by Yang Yiyun, which further confirmed his thoughts.

Sure enough, Wu Jian raised his sword and slashed Huashan with a direct blow, facing Dugu Hui's three swords.

The broadsword buzzed, there was nothing fancy about it, it was just the simplest way to chop Huashan with force.

The three sword flowers that are waiting to attack and break Dugu Hui's secret book are the most simple and crude, but also the most effective.

"Ding Dong~"

After a crisp sound, the two of them took a step back.

One attack and one defense, no difference.

Then Dugu Hui jumped up and whispered: "Dugu Third Heaven~"

These are three of the nine Dugu swords of the family that he can perform.

"Buzz buzz~"

In the eyes of the spectators, Dugu Hui's three swords struck Wu Jian faster than the other. The long roar of the ancient sword proved that Dugu Hui's three swords were full of powerful internal power.

Wu Jian took half a step back, suddenly raised the sword, turned his body on the spot, and said in a deep voice: "Black Wind Cirrus Cloud Saber, break~"

In everyone's eyes, they saw the big knife flying in Wu Jian's hand as his body turned, and it seemed that it really turned into a tornado, heading towards Dugu Hui's three swords.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding~"

There was a sound of swords clashing.

The two landed from mid-air at the same time, three meters apart.

At this moment, Yang Yiyun saw cracks on Dugu Hui's ancient sword. His sword was trembling slightly, while Wu Jian's face was expressionless.

In this confrontation, Yang Yiyun could see that Wu Jian had the advantage. The sword in his hand was of low-grade spiritual energy. It was a pity that he could not exert the power of the spiritual weapon, otherwise Dugu Hui would be in trouble this time.

Although the ancient sword in Dugu Hui's hand was a deceived weapon, it was still of ordinary quality.

Wu Jian looked at Dugu Hui on the field and smiled evilly: "It would be a shame if that's all you have. Now it's my turn to attack."

"Humph, this is the appetizer for you. Next, I will let you see that the way of swordsmanship is the right way. The sword in your hand will never be on the table." At this time, Dugu regretted that he was still extremely arrogant and had no sense at all. He kept the martial arts sword in his eyes because he still had his master's swordsmanship that he had not yet used.

"Then let me see if my method is as strong as yours." Wu Jian groaned, and suddenly raised the sword in his hand. His whole body was filled with breath, and he drew the sword at Dugu Hui, one sword faster than the other.

He roared loudly: "The magic dragon goes out to sea~"