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The sword is a symbol of power and status, as well as a symbol of status in etiquette. In ancient times, there was a strict sword matching system, the age and status of the sword matching people were different, the metal or jade decorations of the sword were also different.

In the age of war, it was a kind of defensive weapon only used when short soldiers were exchanged. After the decline of war, the sword was once used as a sharp weapon in the battle of war, but later, the Dao replaced the sword's killing effect, and the sword then became the object of love in the hands of the Hu artists, quickly developing into a variety of training forms.

At the same time, Long Tianyu and Zhong Ling who were standing in the middle of the banquet stood there majestically, the swords in their hands had not even come out yet, and they were already releasing a strong cold Qi that enveloped the entire area, the entire place was silent, it was obvious that they were unable to breath due to the sharp Qi between the two of them.

Zhong Ling and his opponent's eyes were tightly locked onto each other, and she could not help but shiver, she felt that today's opponent was something she had never seen in her life, even her own master might not have the aura of someone who did not fight, but the longer they faced him, the more his opponent's Qi would affect, so she could only take the initiative and strike first.

With a thought, he threw the sword into his right hand, and with a loud shout, he pushed the sword into his body. With a cold light shining on the sword, the sword moved as fast as lightning, and in an instant, the sword was right in front of his opponent.

No matter angle, strength, footwork, speed, and direction, they all felt that Zhong Ling's hand was as fast as lightning, regardless of direction and position, it was profound to the point that it moved even faster, especially when her left hand was holding the sword, it exceeded everyone's expectations. Her entire body matched the sword on her left hand, it was extremely clear and fast, giving off a feeling that it was difficult to resist.

With this move, he had displayed the strength of the number one swordsman of Ying Yang, especially his movements, which were incomparably fast and ghost-like. No wonder people called him 'Shadow Sword'.

Chen Sheng was ecstatic, and thought to himself: Such a swordsman, using such a large sum of money to hire him as a guest is worth it, today, Long Tianyu has personally come, if he is injured or injured, it will be because of me!

Wu Guang and the rest of the generals clapped as they cheered, the power of the sword was obviously astonishing, with the lightning sword strike, it trembled slightly as though it contained a powerful finishing move, reaching the level of mastery in the way of the sword, even those who knew the sword would be able to see the might of the sword.

Zhang Liang, Zhang Yun, and the others were well aware of Long Tianyu's capabilities, and could not help but worry for him, his opponent's sword techniques were just too powerful. Zhang Qian's heart skipped a beat when he saw this, and his beautiful face paled. His jade-like hand covered his opened cherry lips as he thought to himself, "Yu Lang, my life is one with you!"

Amongst the people present, Xiahou Ying was the one who had the most confidence in Long Tianyu. Not only did he know that's sword techniques were worthy of being called the top sword, but his confidence in had already long been revered to a divine level.

In that moment of life and death, Long Tianyu was still as calm as ever. The sword light and candlelight shone on his face, making him look even more handsome and upright. It was a pity that such a heroic figure had been stabbed to death.

Just as his loved ones were about to die, Long Tianyu revealed a smile, his left hand raised the treasure sword that he had not pulled out, and used the sword sheath to block his opponent's powerful sword tip, then using his wrist to push on the sword tip, removing the force.

Zhong Ling had defeated over a hundred famous swordsmen, she had always maintained an arm strength of hherown, but now that she had just fought with them, his arm strength was no match for them. She could only rely on her exquisite sword techniques, causing blood to splatter all over her opponent's body for five steps.

Just as he was about to put away his sword and launch his next attack, he felt a stagnant viscous force dragging the sword in his hand, and it moved aside like a magnet. Then the opponent's left thumb pushed the sword's hilt, and with a clang, the sword left its sheath and flew towards his neck.

Zhong Ling was shocked, she had never seen a counter attack using the sword sheath in such a manner, how could she let her guard down, if not the blade would cut him, the blood sword would definitely close her throat, her wrist quickly turned, using all her strength to shake off the force, she quickly retreated three steps, swinging the sword, just in time to block the sword at her neck, in order to preserve her life.

Long Tianyu extended his hand out and grabbed onto the sword hilt, he stepped forward like a meteor, snatching's right side, holding the sword horizontally, he pierced straight forward, just as the sword tip was about to reach him, it suddenly turned around, it was both real and illusory, the cold light there, there was gentleness in it, but it was concealed extremely well, and immediately the opponent was wrapped up in a bone-piercing Sword Qi.

Chen Sheng, Wu Guang and the other generals were all dumbstruck. When an expert made a move, he was indeed extraordinary, his skills astonishing all around, and even some straightforward generals admired and admired heroes the most. However, when they suddenly saw Long Tianyu who was like a god, they were greatly excited, and immediately burst out in cheers.

Zhang Qian was intoxicated by the sight and was no longer worried about her lover. Her eyes flashed with love, and when she thought about the man in the arena who was a martial arts talent and a handsome man who was her beloved husband, she became intoxicated and cheered, her hands almost turning red from clapping.

However, there was something else that Zhong Ling could sense. If she knew, she had never seen a sword strike so quickly, and the sword beams that came sweeping over her body in an instant, the force behind it was extremely powerful, and it was extremely profound, even her teacher was inferior to him by a hair's breadth. Then, losing against him would not be a problem.

His left knee was slightly bent down, his elbow was bent down, he held onto the sword manual, whoosh! His sword swept forward, locking onto the right side of the ribs, removing the attack, he focused and retracted his Spirit Qi, his sword moved like the wind, his arm striking out with half of the Swordflower s, aiming straight at the opponent's abdomen, where there were more than ten offensive moves, the most complex and ruthless.

Both of Long Tianyu's eyes were in high spirits, he felt that this was the second swordsman who had aroused his interest since he had started training with the Sword Saint, the sword that was only slightly lower than the Lv Chen's left-handed sword. With a tremble of her sword, he released more than ten sharp blades that easily sealed the other party's attacks, following which he roared and leapt up, with a wave of his wrist, he slashed out a world-shaking sword strike, aimed straight at Zhong Ling's face.

Zhong Ling was on full alert. Facing the powerful sword master in front of him, her confidence had long since worn down. Under the opponent's soul-stealing aura, she felt like she was being suppressed everywhere.

He knew that although his opponent was still young, his swordsmanship had reached the acme of perfection. It seemed like a simple move, but it contained an exquisite technique that could be compared to that of a famous sword master, which meant that he was no match for him.

Just as Zhong Ling's heart was in turmoil, just as she was about to cry for trouble, the sound of sword wind suddenly resonated. It was as if mercury was flowing down from all directions, causing him to feel that she was unable to contend against them.