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The words "Three Swords of the World, The Heavenly Son Sword, The Marquis Sword, The Scholar Sword" were written in the book. The commoner's sword had a head full of hair, a tasseled beard, short hair, it was difficult to speak any words, but before they went to do anything, they had to cut off the liver and lungs. This sword of a commoner, was no different from a cockfight, once one's life was gone, there would be nothing left to do, and Zhang Yun and Zuo Mu would belong to the third type.

Zhang Qian's body turned weak from being touched by Long Tianyu. Although she was dressed as a man, her originally clear eyes were now shrouded with a layer of pretence, as though flames were spitting out of them. She had just tasted the taste of the rain, and was obsessed with it, but she did not dare enjoy it in front of everyone at the banquet.

Long Tianyu and Yue Kong sat together, and did not dare to be too presumptuous, in order to avoid the burning desire. Holding the beauty's small hand, Long Tianyu placed it on the inside of Zhang Qian's leg, no longer moving, but feeling the other party's body tremble, he faintly smiled, and focused on the sword battle.

At this time, Zhang Yun was like a swimming dragon, his sword was straight as he stabbed at the opponent's chest, causing a layer of frost to form at the location of the sword, causing Zuo Mu to be startled, he immediately retreated two steps, taking a deep stance, he turned the sword in front of his chest pulling up a group of Swordflower s, returning to the door, and because of the opponent's force, he retreated another step.

Zhang Yun was unrelenting with his momentum, with a slight tremble of his sword, his sword suddenly bent and shot out, the sword tip piercing straight into his chest, his speed was extremely fast, as though he was in the face of lightning or fire, his sword slashed seven times in a row, like a raging river rushing forward.

Although Zuo Mu was not willing, he still had to borrow the strength of his opponent's attacks to avoid them. His imposing manner could not help but weaken a bit, and was at a disadvantage, waiting for him to retreat six or seven steps, and then, taking advantage of the fact that his opponent was not fully used yet, he used a profound move to dissolve this round of quick attacks, turning back a bit of disadvantage, and then followed the tiger's body into a charge. With a loud bellow, he raised his sword and slashed at Zhang Yun's face.

Wu Guang, Wu Chen, Ge Qin and the rest all cheered as they saw the situation, as though they had personally come, and were extremely interested, so much that they did not expect Zuo Mu to win with just one slash, finish off his opponent, and increase his prestige.

Zhang Yun was neither fast nor slow, he avoided the sharp edges of the swords, bent his right foot forward, gripped the sword technique with his left hand, and pushed the sword horizontally at the enemy with his right shoulder. The most interesting part was that he borrowed the twisting force from his waist to gather all the strength in his body, causing the Sword Qi to become as cold as spring water, it was fast as lightning, extremely swift.

Zuo Mu's sword cleaved through the air, and his opponent's sword tip arrived. He used offense as defense, waved his sword up, and used his strength, "Dang …" Sparks burst out, the sword body trembled, Zuo Mu could not help but take two steps back, he could not hold on for any longer, the sword slashed and paused, Zhang Yun bellowed, and took the chance to take a big step forward with his sword, right at the moment his sword swept onto his opponent's shoulder.

Everyone gave an "Oh" sound, they were all extremely surprised, they could not believe that Chen Di's number one swordsman was defeated in just a few rounds, he could not even match up to an ordinary guest official, and guessed that there were truly hidden talents in the Pei County's army.

Zuo Mu raised his sword with his right hand and with his agility, he dodged to the side to avoid the vital points on his right shoulder. However, his left shoulder was hit by the blade of the sword and with a miserable groan, he retreated a few steps.

Zhang Yun did not continue to take action. Instead, he sheathed his sword and bowed: "Brother Zuo, thanks for letting me win!" From the Spring and Autumn Warring States onwards, the fighting style of the swords had been prevalent, competing before banquets. However, there was no shortage of etiquette in the sword hand, which was why it was known as a gentleman's competition of swords.

Zuo Mu, who had a lofty position and had only been engaged as a guest for a few days, couldn't help but feel embarrassed when he heard that he had lost to a young man. With a snort, he hugged the wound on his shoulder and retreated to the back.

Zhang Yun politely rejected but Chen Sheng naturally refused to budge. He could only look at Long Tianyu in the blink of an eye and ask him for instructions, one must know that currently, the most important person was a master and servant, and as a guest or subordinate, he had to be completely loyal to the lord.

Long Tianyu smiled and said: "Since General Chen insists on valuing warriors this much, Zhang Yun, why don't you quickly thank the general for the rewards!" Zhang Yun nodded his head, took two ten gold from the brocade box held by the servant girl, placed it in his bosom, and turned to return to his seat.

Chen Sheng coughed dryly, and said: "I never thought that Dragon General would have such an outstanding man, I believe General Jiang's technique is much better, the battle sword intent just now was not exhausted yet, and it attracted all of my interest, coincidentally there is a customer in my residence who is a swordsman from Ying Yang, nicknamed 'Shadow Sword' Zhong Ling, I hope General can give some pointers, so that everyone can see the heroic looks of Dragon General!" After he finished speaking, he lightly clapped his hands.

From the fourth seat on the right, a warrior stood up and walked out of the center of the banquet. He was in his early thirties, his forehead was broad, and his eyes were shining with an unspeakable conceit.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Long Tianyu, to see how he would respond, would he still want his subordinates to represent him? Xiahou Ying immediately stood up to protect his master, waiting for his turn to appear.

Relying on his natural temperament, Long Tianyu could tell that the man's cultivation in the sword was not ordinary. Afraid that something was amiss, Long Tianyu waved his hand to stop him. Since all the generals present are interested in seeing this humble one's clumsy swordsmanship, this general shall personally accompany you! "

Chen Sheng knew in his heart that this Zhong Ling was the strongest swordsman in Ying Yang, and Ying Yang had always been a place where soldiers fought since the ancient times. There were hundreds of thousands of households in the city, and to be able to become the head of the swordsmen in this place, he must have true skills.

He had traveled throughout the nations and traveled through the ancient lands of the six nations. Not only did he not understand much about the movements of the various old lords, he also knew a little about the famous figures in the various countries. He was well aware that Zhong Ling's name was Ying Yang's most famous swordsman, and was extremely famous in the Northwest of Qin Dynasty.

Zhang Qian's heart rose to her throat as she held onto her lover's hand tightly, afraid that he would hurt her; Zhang Yun was also regretful, Zhong Ling's sword technique was not ordinary, and he himself did not have the confidence of winning, so it would be even more difficult for the others, if Xiahou Ying had fought previously, he would be able to handle it for a while.

Long Tianyu comforted the beautiful lady with a few words, took off her cape, tightened her arms, and maintained a calm demeanor. She leisurely carried her Broken Army Sword and walked to the center of the banquet, relying on her sword to stand tall and straight on the ground, standing unmoving.

Zhong Ling's gaze was sharp to begin with, but now that she had made contact with the opponent, she could not help but be suspicious. Every time she fought with someone, as long as she stood still, her imposing manner would be able to suppress the opponent's fear, and when she took the opportunity to attack, blood would definitely splash within five steps of the opponent. Who knew that the person in front of him would actually counterattack, causing the sword full of strings in his hands to fly out from nowhere.