Their eyes moved sideways and landed on the extremely silent flower boats on the lakeside.

Did those people in the flower boat take action?

If not, will this sword appreciation conference be over?

Luo Hong protected Luo Hongchen's sword with an extremely domineering attitude.

Luo Hong stood there, glaring, arrogant, domineering, cold...

He is dressed gracefully in white, like a white-robed swordsman, reclusive and independent. The sparkling surface of Luoshen Lake makes him shine even more brightly.

Bang bang bang.

Suddenly, there was a sound of clapping among the flower boats.

In the flower boat of Feiliu Sword Pavilion, a young man in white with a sword box on his back leaned against the cabin wall and looked at Luo Hong with a half-smile.

"It's a good story of blocking the lake with one sword, defeating all the enemies in the world, and monopolizing the famous sword."

"Wang Cheng is very strong. I thought it would be enough for him to take action, but he was actually killed by you."

"I thought I didn't need to take action, but I didn't expect that I still had to take action."

The young man smiled, like a friendly conversation between neighbors, but the murderous intent in his words made people's hair stand on end.

Luo Hong looked at this person, his brows furrowed slightly, and he felt pressure.

That's right, the other party gave him great oppression. Compared to the royal city, this person's aura, like the pressure of a mountain peak, contained extremely strong pressure from heaven and earth.

"Who are you?"

Luo Hongdao.

"Feiliu Jiange, Yu Sanchuan." The young man in white said with a smile.

"I will be lucky enough to kill you."

People around him exclaimed in surprise when they saw this young man in white.

No one would have thought that there would be such a big boss hidden in the flower boat of Feiliu Jiange, which had been silent all this time!

"Yu Sanchuan, number 18 on the Great Xia Xuan List!"

"Has the Master of the Mysterious List appeared? He's finally here!"

"It's over. Yu Sanchuan is the young master of Feiliu Sword Pavilion. He has extremely strong swordsmanship. Young Master Luo Hong... may not be able to hold on anymore."

Many Jianghu people behind the white jade stone fence sighed.

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

Although Luo Hong is second on the yellow list, he is only on the yellow list.

The Yellow List only includes young monks of the fourth grade and below, who are no more than twenty-five years old.

The Xuan Bang is different. The Xuan Bang only contains third-grade monks.

So in terms of strength alone, the Xuan Bang beats the Huang Bang. However, the Huang Bang represents talent and potential, and it contains the most talented people in the world. This is something that cannot be compared with the Daxia Xuan Bang.

The banks of Luoshen Lake.

The atmosphere began to become serious and severe.

Blind Yuan frowned, Yu Sanchuan, who was number 18 on the Xuanzang list... As expected, this was a trap.

On the 18th Xuanbang, Yeluce and Chu Tiannan met and both had to run away.

Those who can enter the Xuanban are not weak.

"It's almost over..."

Blind Yuan took a deep breath. This battle was over, and it was almost time for Tu Qiong to meet him.

Thinking of this, Blind Yuan moved around on the carriage as a small warm-up. This old bone would have to be tortured a lot later.

On Luoshen Lake.

Luo Hong's eyes fluctuated and he laughed.

"Xuanbang?"

Luo Hong smiled.

"Young Master of Feiliu Sword Pavilion?"

The young man in white, Yu Sanchuan, smiled faintly, stepped off the flower boat, and walked on the lake as if walking on flat ground. He shook his head and sighed: "Actually, I am not interested in the position of Young Pavilion Master. I pursue the path of sword immortals. Young Pavilion Master will disturb me.

Heart, I am very unhappy..."

Luo Hong raised his eyebrows slightly.

This person... is very pretentious.

Luo Hong's mouth curved and he grinned: "What you said makes sense..."

"I am also often troubled by my identity as the grandson of King Zhenbei, the son of General Luo, and my master's disciple... I understand your feelings very well."

Luo Hongdao.

When Yu Sanchuan heard this, his face suddenly froze.

grass!

Meet your opponent!

Luo Hong looked at Yu Sanchuan and his smile became brighter: "I understand you, so I can help you... help you get rid of the position of Young Pavilion Master."

"Death is liberation."

Luo Hong's loud laughter lingered on the lake.

Yu Sanchuan also laughed, his white clothes flying, very crazy...

However, it is normal for geniuses to be arrogant, especially sword cultivators, who are even more arrogant.

A swordsman who is not crazy is not a good swordsman...

Murderous intent gradually surged.

As Yu Sanchuan's white clothes floated, he raised his hand, slowly raised it, and the sword in the sword case was slowly unsheathed.

It seems that the sound of gurgling water lingers between heaven and earth.

Flying swordsmanship!

Officially certified first-class swordsmanship!

The sword energy between heaven and earth is gathering rapidly, and the lake water is rolling up, like a big dragon drawing water.

Rumble!

There seemed to be a roar exploding between heaven and earth, like a waterfall rushing into the sky, and finally turned into a waterfall.

"I have a sword to kill you."

Yu Sanchuan said in a deep voice.

"Flying down three thousand feet."

Yu Sanchuan recited loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, his sword rushed into the sky with a sonic boom and sword chant, and kept going up, up...

The water in Luoshen Lake was continuously rolled up and rolled into the sky.

The surface of Luoshen Lake has dropped by three feet.

Yu Sanchuan was dressed in white, his hair was flying, and his eyes were shining.

Luo Hong's white clothes were also flying, and his pure Jun sword hung beside him, as quiet as a virgin.

Yu Sanchuan's power reached its peak at this moment, and as he laughed loudly, sword rays suddenly shot into the sky one after another in his sword box.

The fingers of the sword in his hand were pinched lightly, and around the body, in the white clothes, circles of sword energy surged like a fountain, like thunder on the ground.

Many people in the world were dumbfounded.

"Third-grade monks can use the power of heaven and earth for their own use... This Yu Sanchuan is much more powerful than the Royal City!"

"So strong! The power of heaven and earth is contained in one sword. No wonder he has the confidence to kill Luo Hong with one sword."

"If Yu Sanchuan can kill Luo Hong with one sword, he may be able to break through the shackles and go up to the top to reach the fifteenth place on the Mysterious Ranking. All the sword power accumulated by Luo Hong from killing enemies will be used as his wedding dress!"

People with discerning eyes stared and spoke.

The noisy sound gradually became quiet, and only the sound of sword energy reverberating on the lakeside could be heard between heaven and earth.

On Luoshen Lake, white clothes versus white clothes.

This is a battle between swordsmen in white.

Luo Hong smiled.

His hair was constantly flying due to the sword energy, and the huge pressure indeed made Luo Hong breathless.
To be continued...