Yun Feiyang also walked onto the ring.

Li Chengfeng is on the left and Yun Feiyang is on the right.

The two looked at each other, but they didn't draw their swords in a hurry.

Li Chengfeng didn't even hold a sword in his hand.

Yun Feiyang's saber was also carried behind his back, wrapped in a piece of white cloth.

But from the beginning to the end, no opponent who can make Yun Feiyang draw his sword has yet to appear.

Yun Feiyang smiled and said, "Eighth Prince, please!"

Li Chengfeng also nodded, and said, "You're welcome, let's get started!"

"Okay, then, let's start. This time, I will try my best to test the sword with you!"

"Okay, then let me see how powerful the Great Tang Sword Master is!"

After finishing speaking, the two stopped talking, and then looked at each other.

Under the scorching sun, the two stood on the ring, motionless like wooden stakes.

There was no flash of sword as imagined, but it seemed very quiet.

"Huh? What are they doing?"

"Draw your sword, start fighting, why are you motionless?"

"That's right, you can't dare to fight just because the other party is the Eighth Prince? The Eighth Prince's martial arts are very strong, Yun Feiyang, let's do it!"

"Old Juggernaut, we are here to see the sword, not you!"

Under the arena, a group of spectators who couldn't understand were chattering and booing again.

Only some master swordsmen can understand what Li Chengfeng and Yun Feiyang are doing now?

Seeing Li Shimin's side, Li Junxian's pupils suddenly shrank tightly.

There is also Zhao Xingyuan, with cold sweat on his forehead.

"Okay, what a terrifying breath!"

"So strong, both of them are so strong!"

After Li Junxian finished speaking, Zhao Xingyuan nodded in agreement, and said: "That's right, on the thunder tower with wanton sword qi, it seems calm, but in fact it is already a shadow of swords and swords. I really can't believe it. If they use sword moves to compete, What kind of visual experience will it be?"

Zhao Xingyuan can also be regarded as a top-notch swordsman.

He could see that on the ring, Li Chengfeng and Yun Feiyang were competing with sword intent.

The swordsmanship of the two of them has reached the point of perfection, and the sword energy is released.

Ordinary people may just watch them standing there, motionless.

But only experts can see that Li Chengfeng and Yun Feiyang have actually tested each other several times.

Moreover, those sword moves are deadly and dangerous!

Including Li Junxian, who also saw the clues, and finally sighed, feeling ashamed.

He thought that his kendo realm was not much different from Li Chengfeng's. After watching this match, Li Junxian realized that he had always been a frog in a well!

…

Of course, Li Shimin himself couldn't understand what Li Chengfeng was doing.

He was also sweating profusely.

However, Li Shimin said: "Yes, what a terrifying sword energy, I can see it too, this is a competition of minds!"

In fact, Li Shimin didn't see it, he was just talking nonsense.

This is how you can show your prowess.

Li Junxian's eyes lit up, and said: "Emperor, have you seen it too?"

Li Shimin stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Huh, of course I can see it! This is the collision of the artistic conception of swordsmanship that can only be achieved after reaching a certain level!"

"The emperor, who do you think is more powerful among them?"

Li Junxian asked again.

Li Shimin couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

It's really hard to say who is more powerful.

Although Li Chengfeng is strong, Yun Feiyang is not weak either.

In addition, Li Chengfeng is the reincarnation of a god, it is just word of mouth, and there is no confirmation.

But Yun Feiyang is a real master of swordsmanship.

However, Li Shimin felt that Yun Feiyang would definitely let Li Chengfeng do a few tricks, so Li Shimin said: "It should be my Feng'er, who can win, but there are not many victories, so it's just half a trick!"

"Oh? Emperor, do you still have such vision?"

"Hmph, Li Junxian, do you look down on me?"

"Don't dare, I'm just curious!"

Li Junxian smiled, not wanting to demolish Li Shimin.

…

However, half an hour later, Yun Feiyang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

He shook his head slowly, smiled, and said, "Haha, I lost, I lost!"

Although Yun Feiyang lost the game, his expression looked very relaxed.

Although he lost to Li Chengfeng, he didn't feel that he was weak, but that Li Chengfeng was too strong.

Maybe others can't see it.

Because of the competition in kendo mind, Li Chengfeng and Yun Feiyang have already made more than 180 moves.

Fighting with mind is a matter of consuming physical and mental strength with one sword.

Yun Feiyang originally thought that Li Chengfeng was young and his mental strength was not strong.

But he underestimated it, because Li Chengfeng's swordsmanship was already so powerful.

Between the two sides' minds, more than a hundred moves were fought, and Yun Feiyang was finally defeated.

And Li Chengfeng also took a deep breath, and said: "It's so dangerous, Mr. Yun, I almost lost to you!"

"No, no, eighth prince, you are being polite. You have been suppressing this old man the whole time. It was this old man who lost. This old man is not your opponent at all!"

Yun Feiyang sighed, feeling inferior to himself.

But Li Chengfeng said: "You only lost one move from me, not too much! Besides, your swordsmanship is so invincible, it's really amazing!"

To be honest, Li Chengfeng sincerely admired the old sword master Yun Feiyang.

He is an old man, an old man~lightnovelpub.net~ The artistic conception of swordsmanship is so powerful?

Don't forget, Li Chengfeng's kendo skills are all bestowed by the system.

In other words, Li Chengfeng could become the strongest swordsman in the world without even passing the training.

As for Yun Feiyang's kung fu, all of them were cultivated by himself.

Can he make more than a hundred strokes with the strongest swordsmanship at such an age? Isn't this cowhide?

If it was someone else, it would be good if they could go through ten tricks in Li Chengfeng's hands.

…

"Ahem, I lost, I lost!"

Yun Feiyang coughed and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He was not injured internally, but because of excessive physical exertion, which led to mouth bleeding?

Because he clenched his teeth too tightly, he bit off a tooth when he was fighting with Li Chengfeng, so his mouth was bleeding.

I don't know, but I thought it was Li Chengfeng who used his sword intent to hurt Yun Feiyang?

"No way? Yun Feiyang, the dignified old sword sage, actually lost to the Eighth Prince of the Tang Dynasty? Is it true?"

"Ocean, sea, why are you all water!"

"Anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that it was Yun Feiyang who released the water!"

"Yes, otherwise the old Juggernaut would not have lost to the Eighth Prince!"

"But why do I feel that the old Juggernaut didn't release the water, so he really can't beat the Eighth Prince?"

"The two of them failed to make a single move, and Yun Feiyang automatically surrendered? Isn't this considered letting go? A blind person can see that Yun Feiyang is obviously the clone of the eighth prince Li Chengfeng, so he deliberately let go!"

"This…"

The audience in the audience, echoing others, began to chatter and discuss.

But most people are saying that Yun Feiyang let the water go.

There are also some strong men who think that Yun Feiyang didn't release the water, because he simply couldn't beat Li Chengfeng.