Fu Junmao let out a light sound, and his sword thrust straight, the sword light flashed, and the murderous aura filled the audience.

She had seen Jiang Yan's martial arts, so she naturally didn't dare to underestimate the other party at all.

Jiang Yan could not use his flesh and blood to test the opponent's sword, and let him go, and then he avoided it. At the same time, he slapped his backhand, and the force came whistling, causing the opponent's clothes to fly.

Fu Junhua quickly returned to the sword and defended himself. Although it was slower than the opponent, it seemed that he could predict the situation and intercept the sword blade one step ahead.

Jiang Yan let out a "huh", his arm shook, changed direction, and pointed his left shoulder. Fu Junhao's sword snatched in front of him and pointed directly at his wrist.

"Sword chess? It's interesting!" Wang Tong looked at a few moves and felt relieved, and he was still interested in observing Fu Junhao's sword chess.

Jiang Yan seemed to have been intercepted in advance, but he has been taking the initiative to attack. After several defenses, his opponent wanted to counterattack, but he was intercepted easily, showing his superior martial arts.

He said with a sarcastic word, "It turns out that only this little martial arts can dare to come to Central Plains to be presumptuous. It seems that Yi's swordsmanship is just like this!"

In Fu Junhao's heart, Master Fu Cailin was like a god, and his martial arts were not despised by others. He was immediately furious, and his sword light surged, like a long sword, slashing slanted.

Jiang Yan gave back, and the sword suddenly changed direction, turned into a spear and poked it to his throat. He turned sideways, just raised his hand, ready to hit the opponent's wrist.

I saw that Fu Junmao seemed to have already expected that he would fold the sword and push it into the middle first, so that the other party had no way to move forward; then he turned to his upper arm. If the other party insisted on raising his palm, his arm would inevitably be hit by a sword.

Jiang Yan immediately adjusted his direction and hit him from the other side. Only after he had just put out his palm, Fu Jun's sword was waiting in front of him.

One of them was empty-handed, with big sleeves floating; the other was holding a sword; the hem of the long skirt was erect, both of which were as graceful as dancing.

Jiang Yan's every move was intercepted by the opponent. Before he could get it, he was still in the womb. The situation seemed to be turned over, but instead he was at a disadvantage.

Wang Tong's face was a little solemn, but he still didn't move.

Fu Junmao said with a sarcastic sarcasm, "It turns out that only these martial arts skills can dare to cause trouble for me. It seems that the Central Plains martial arts are just like this!"

She returned the words just now, and then she was about to see the other party's reaction, but unexpectedly saw a smile on the corner of Jiang Yan's mouth, as if he was not the one who was in trouble in front of her.

Fu Junmao attacked a few more moves and thought carefully. After a few more moves, the opponent made slightly different moves. His eyelids twitched and he said coldly: "How dare you look down on me so much? Do you want to see Yi Jianzhi? I'll let you see enough."

In order to observe Yi's swordsmanship, Jiang Yan deliberately slowed down his martial arts skills, which angered the opponent and turned defense into offense.

But when the sword shadow flashed, it seemed that seven or eight people were attacking the sword at the same time. As long as he made a move to defend, the sword could immediately shift from one move to another, as if he had expected his choice.

Jiang Yan could only move the slight waves and dodge left and right, like a small boat in the rainstorm, swaying powerlessly with the waves.

Even so, Fu Junhao had no smile on his face, and he became more and more frightened as he beat him. The long sword in her hand could accurately predict the other party's back every time, but it was a slight difference that he could not touch even a corner of the other party's clothes.

In a blink of an eye, dozens of moves passed, Jiang Yan suddenly took two steps, jumped out of the battle circle, turned his head and asked, "How is it, Brother Wang, have you seen it clearly?"

Wang Tong nodded and said, "Although this girl has many flaws in her swordsmanship, she can generally understand that Yi Jianzhi pays attention to the enemy's initiative, and can see the enemy's flaws in her eyes, so that she can take action to block the opponent's moves in order to defeat the enemy."

Fu Junniu's eyes shrank slightly. What the other party said was the mystery of Yi's swordsmanship. She looked at this person slightly and guessed his identity in her heart.

Wang Tong seemed to be able to see his thoughts and said lightly: "I, Wang Tong!"

Fu Junhao felt a stern in his heart. He once heard his master talk about the martial arts master in the Central Plains. He pointed out that although this person has not fought for thirty years, his martial arts are definitely not inferior to those of the hosts of the four major clans.

With only one Jiang Yan, she couldn't handle it. In addition, she had no chance of winning and began to think about how to get out.

"Yi Jian is like playing chess. You must have clear eyes and clear eyes to exert all your strength." Jiang Yan said, "Miss Fu's hatred fills his heart, his eyes full of anger. This is not the best state.

Besides, you have to carry Yang Guang’s head in one hand. If you are inconvenient to move, you have to lose some force. The power of Yi Jianzhi is naturally greatly reduced, and it is not difficult to break it."

"You're so arrogant, come and try it!" Fu Junhua shouted lightly, rushed forward two steps, flew into the air, and the long sword was as if it were practiced, and it penetrated straight down.

Jiang Yan stood there and said loudly: "The so-called one force to reduce ten goals, why should I enter the chessboard and be subject to the rules you set?"

He raised his palm and used his skills to push forward suddenly. With a "boom", it seemed like a thunderbolt on the sunny day, and his unparalleled momentum rushed towards the other party.

Fu Junmao was in mid-air and felt a suffocation. She was struggling and had to twist her body and land on the ground. She was unwilling to accept it, so she followed the second sword and took it straight to the other party's lower abdomen.

"It's useless!" Jiang Yan shook his head slightly, pushed forward with his palms, and a strong wind suddenly erupted in the whistle and sand and stones flew away on the ground.

Fu Junhua had no choice but to defend with his sword. A powerful force rushed over, almost unable to hold the sword, his chest was slightly stuffy, and he took two steps back.

She has a good talent in swordsmanship, but the Nine Profound Art handed down by Fu Cailin only reached the sixth level, and her internal strength was more than that of the other party.

Jiang Yan did not take the opportunity to attack. Fu Junhua took a deep breath and knew that it was difficult to be good today. He put down the wooden box and took the initiative to attack with his sword.

When the sword fell into the air, there were nine sword flowers, covering the enemy's key points, and there were many backhands. As long as the opponent raised his hand, the backhand move could follow a trace of flaws and enter everywhere.

"Another way to surpass Yi's swordsmanship is naturally that I have higher chess skills than you!" Jiang Yan shrugged slightly, as if he was about to take action.

Fu Junhao looked over and looked at him for a moment, and his face was stunned. The other party's light movement changed even more than her sword just now, and it seemed endless, so it was impossible to start with Yi Jianzhi.

Wang Tong couldn't help but shouted ok. When the two of them were discussing martial arts, Jiang Yan once said that Tianshan Zhemei Hand is a martial art that can never be learned, and any trick can be transformed into it.

He was still a little bit skeptical, but he could see that the opponent's move was simple and complicated, and smooth and stunning. Even if he encountered it, he would not be able to figure it out for a while. If he wanted to crack it, he could only use his strength to attack.

"This woman is not good enough, so avoiding is the right thing." Wang Tong thought so, but Fu Junhuan did not dodge and his long sword rushed straight to Jiang Yan's chest, which seemed to be a fighting method of dying together.

But when Jiang Yan suddenly accelerated his move, he wiped the sword, and the sword unconsciously deflected very far. He then slapped it with a palm, and the force came out of his hand and hit the opponent's chest.
Chapter completed!