One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 97 96: Sword under the sleeves flip like waves of fire
The preparation time was less than three days, because the letter was on the road for only one day.

The people from Daoziyuan went out to inquire about Meng Yanhu's news, but they didn't find out much, as they were outsiders after all.

All we know is that Meng Yanhu is good at sword-wielding, but we don't know which style he is good at.

Zhao Fuyun felt that the opponent's sword-wielding skills had not yet reached the highest level, so they were still at the proficiency stage.

Is the opponent's sword fast? Heavy? Soft? Or agile?
He didn't know any of these, and as for what kind of magical instruments or even magic treasures the other party had, he wasn't very clear either. However, he did hear that the other party had a flying sword of magic weapon level, but no one had ever seen it.

The most common sword he saw was a sword he had made himself, which was said to be named "Dianbai".

As for whether there are other magical instruments, it's not that he hasn't inquired about it, but he has heard too much information. Although Meng Yanhu is not the head of the Meng family, he is the first-line heir to the next head of the Meng family. Therefore, he has a lot of resources, so it is not surprising that he has many small magical instruments.

Everyone in Binghuo Hall was looking at Zhao Fuyun.

In fact, Zhao Fuyun himself didn’t know that he was quite famous in the House of Commons.

It's just that he has been away for a few years and he only hung out with a few people when he was in the House of Commons, so he doesn't know everyone, but everyone knows him.

There are also many true and false legends about Zhao Fuyun.

At this time, Zhao Fuyun was sitting there without any open fire around him, but everyone felt that his body was like a wick, emitting flames that were invisible to the naked eye.

But if they tried to feel it, they could sense a dark flame swirling and surging in the void around him.

The sun slowly turned from the east to the west, and those who had gone out to inquire about the news came back, but no one said a word. They just sat there silently.

At this time, someone stood up and said, "Brother, it's almost time."

Zhao Fuyun opened his eyes, stood up, looked out the window, and then walked out.

Everyone followed behind.

The sun is setting in the west.

Zhao Fuyun was walking on the street. Many people were looking at him, but he walked forward in silence.

He did not fly, but heard the noisy sounds on both sides of the street and felt that many people were leaning out of the windows and pointing.

Zhao Fuyun seemed not to hear it.

Because Zhao Fuyun didn't say anything, the fellow apprentices following behind him didn't say anything either, they just followed in silence.

Suddenly, people came out from the alleys on both sides of the street and started cursing.

Pointing at Zhao Fuyun and scolding him, Zhao Fuyun ignored him. The junior fellow behind him wanted to intervene, but Zhao Fuyun said, "Don't pay attention to these."

So everyone just let these people curse there. Some junior brothers were angry in their hearts, but still moved forward silently, all the way to the south city wall.

He had traveled through almost half of Guangyuan Prefecture. When he just arrived at the south wall of the city, he saw that the area around the wall was full of people. Most of the people who had been cursing along the way were ordinary people, but now the people standing on the roofs, walls, and trees were all practitioners.

Zhao Fuyun walked up the stone steps on one side, and the others followed behind him. The city wall was very large, and it would not be crowded even if a dozen people stood there.

Meng Yanhu hasn't arrived yet.
The sun is in the west, emitting light, stretching the shadows of people, trees and mountains very long.

Everyone around was quiet. Only one person stood there, but there was a person and a shadow staring at him quietly.

Zhao Fuyun stood there, feeling the scorching heat of the sun, but he felt that the shadow of every person along the way seemed to be emitting malice.

He asked everyone not to respond because he knew that these were all arranged by his opponents.

The letter did not say what would be the price to pay if Tiandushan lost, but he was sure that it would be a huge price to pay, and if he won, there would also be huge gains.

So, no matter what the opponent does, it's not surprising.

The malice I felt along the way was like the dark side of human beings, like the shadow of human beings at this moment.

A gust of wind blew, and the clothes on the person fluttered, causing the shadow to sway, like a ferocious demon. Zhao Fuyun's heart moved. If the evil thoughts in his heart were the basis for the person's shadow to appear, then...

When he thought of this, he wanted to test his magic immediately, but now was obviously not the right time.

To learn a magic spell, one needs to learn from the experience of predecessors as well as one's own understanding and feelings. The magic spells that one thinks of or comprehends by oneself are often more suitable for oneself than those learned from others.

It is said in "Hu's Magical Art" that illusions are created by the mind, and all things can become illusions.

At this moment, he was feeling the sun and thinking about the method of transformation in his mind. This was an extended idea that came to him suddenly.

Meng Yanhu wanted to use this off-field method to make Zhao Fuyun anxious and make his opponent fail by affecting his mood, but he was unable to do it.

The You hour is about to pass, and the sun's rays are rising.

Meng Yanhu appeared.

He did not come from the ground, but from the sky; and not from far away, but from high up. He had been hidden in the void before, and when he suddenly appeared, he had no intention of saying hello, but directly drew his sword.

A ray of white light flew down from nothingness, and along with the white light came a man, floating in the air like an eagle.

Zhao Fuyun sensed the danger and turned around, and in the time it took him to do so, the sword was already in front of him.

However, as he turned around, his sleeves also swung.

A ball of red mysterious light condensed on the sleeve, as if it was the sun's rays, rolling up a glow that deflected the sword light and pulled it along, causing the sword light to fly into the void to one side.

At the same time, a beam of fire shot out from his right hand.

The fire started out as a tiny point, then quickly grew into a huge fireball, from which a fire dragon roared.

Meng Yanhu laughed out loud.

He felt like he was going to win.

Because someone told him that what Zhao Fuyun practiced was mainly fire magic, and described the general appearance of fire magic, and none of these escaped what the other party said.

Fire dragon!

There will be more golden light coming from fingers later, and he has also prepared a way to deal with it.

The man told him that there was some trick to this conjured fire dragon, but he already had a magic weapon to restrain it.

I saw that he had a copper whip in his hand. The copper whip had nine sections, and each section was covered with runes.

This copper whip is called the God-Slaying Copper Whip. In addition to being able to break up a person's soul, it can also break up spells.

I saw the copper whip in his hand swung out, and a ray of light fell along with the copper whip.

With a little thought, he controlled the flying sword to circle in the air and stab towards the back of Zhao Fuyun's head.

Being able to do two things at once and to divide your thoughts and practice techniques is a skill that a cultivator must practice.

The fellow disciples in the lower house were all worried for Zhao Fuyun, because sword-wielding has always been a skill that is good at killing. Without a nimble body, there is no way to escape the sword-wielding attack.

At this moment, Zhao Fuyun moved. His body seemed to be swimming, and he stepped into the void. He waved the sleeve in his hand, and the sword that was stabbed crookedly fell, and his body floated to the side with the force.

But the fire dragon on the other side was beaten into pieces by the divine bronze whip.

For a moment, the sword light was stabbing and slashing nimbly, while Zhao Fuyun was on the city wall, turning his body, waving his sleeves, and the mysterious light around him was surging like fire waves with his sleeves.

He looked to be in danger, but he managed to turn his body without being stabbed under the sword light, which was sometimes dense and sometimes wide.

(End of this chapter)