There was no accident in the battle between Zhou Zhiruo and Dugu Yihe.

Zhou Zhiruo was quick and neat, without any difficulty. She obviously had a level of strength that Dugu Yihe had surpassed Dugu Yihe.

Dugu Yihe was convinced, and there was no reason for him to lose, because he would still be the result of this when he did it ten thousand times.

Dugu Yihe really couldn't imagine how Zhou Zhiruo practiced a pure and flawless sword heart and a sword technique that reached the pinnacle at such a young age?

Is there really such a genius in this world?

As for the stories that happened behind Zhou Zhiruo, Dugu Yihe will naturally never know.

"Miss Zhou has such swordsmanship, so I have no right to say anything. I just hope that Miss Zhou will not regard the Emei Sect as a chess piece and will abandon it when it is useless." Dugu Yihe said.

There is no grudge between him and Zhou Zhiruo, so Zhou Zhiruo naturally would not kill him.

Although the two competed, they grasped the size very well.

Of course, the most important thing is that Zhou Zhiruo is better. If two people of the same level fight, they can't stop even if they want to stop.

"Don't worry, I have no malice towards the Emei Sect, and you don't need to leave the Emei Sect. I won't be the head of the Emei Sect for too long," Zhou Zhiruo said.

Since I want to be Zhao Hao's woman, my vision cannot be limited to the position of the head of the Emei Sect.

Just as the two finished the battle, Zhao Hao brought the man in white to the martial arts venue.

"Everyone, let me introduce to you that this kendo master from Fusang. He has no name. Because he has devoted all his life to martial arts, he thinks he doesn't need a name at all. In Fusang, the people in Fusang call him a man in white. Because no matter when, he will wear a piece of white. Today, the man in white climbed to the village. After his investigation, he believes that he is qualified to participate in the famous sword conference." Zhao Hao said.

Of course, the man in white would not be qualified to attend the famous sword conference. However, the people present were all Taishan Beidou-level figures in the Central Plains martial arts world. Zhao Hao asked the man in white to attend the famous sword conference. No matter what, he would have to give these people an explanation.

Because the entry threshold for the Famous Sword Conference was set too high since the beginning, and it is precisely because of this that these people have such great patience.

"The Pavilion Master's eyes are like a torch. Since he thinks that the man in white is fine, it will definitely be fine." Mu Zhenren said.

"The real person Miao Zan is, but this distinguished guest is a little anxious. He wants to find someone to compete now and verify his martial arts." Zhao Hao said.

Everyone present frowned slightly when they heard this. Although none of them were afraid of the man in white, fighting with the man in white for no reason was not a pleasant thing.

However, if one of the famous swords meetings takes the initiative to invite the war, it will be difficult for others to refuse.

It is precisely because the participants are all on the same level that those who really participate will feel nervous because winning or losing is uncertain. If you have no eyes, the price of losing is likely to be life.

"Master Ziyi, please fight." The man in white looked at the body of the Master Ziyi. The fighting spirit in his eyes burned into substance.

The purple-yi Hou's face was a little pale, but this paleness was not due to insufficient qi and blood. It was like this.

After hearing the invitation from the man in white, the Marquis of Purple smiled faintly and asked, "Your Excellency and I used to be an old acquaintance? Have you ever had any grudges?"

Although Ziyi Hou is a great person in the minds of many people, helping people solve their problems, everyone who has reached the peak of the world is not trampled on by the corpse along the way.

Of course, the Purple-Yi Hou also has enemies, and there are quite a few.

"There is no grudge between you and me, but someone has done me a favor, and their condition is to duel with you." The man in white said calmly.

A glimmer flashed in Ziyi Hou's eyes, and he knew who it was.

"It was originally born with the same roots. Why not be too anxious to fight each other?" said the Marquis of Ziyi sighing.

After saying this, Ziyi Hou stood up from her seat.

Since he knew who arranged for the man in white to attack him, the Marquis of Purple knew that this battle was impossible to avoid.

The Ziyi Hou held the sword in both hands and said, "Please!"

The man in white held the sword in one hand and said, "Please!"

Suddenly, two dragon roars were heard, and two radiant brilliances shone in the air. The two of them did not talk nonsense, but chose to speak directly with their swords.

The dragon roared endlessly. In the air, the two of them attacked the sixteen swords in an instant, and then they evenly divided the scenery. The two swords were immediately separated and both fell on the martial arts stage.

"Good sword." Purple-Yi Hou exclaimed.

Before today, he had never heard of the name of the man in white.

But after today, the name of the man in white will definitely resound throughout the country.

The Marquis of Ziyi had also met Fusang Shangren before, and no one had the strength of the man in white.

Ziyi Hou even had a premonition that if he was not careful, he would be the one who would spill blood on the martial arts stage today.

"It's a good sword." said the man in white.

"You and I have only the same cultivation skills as each other. If I fight to the end, I may not be able to keep it." said the Ziyi Hou.

"I came to the Central Plains to seek the Tao. If I die because of the pursuit of martial arts, that is also my lifelong wish." The man in white said.

Ziyi Hou nodded and said nothing more.

Since we have already talked about this, of course we should start to take serious action.

"Since that's the case, let's stand up."

The Purple-Yi Hou Pingping cut out the sword without any changes or subsequent moves. Except for one thing, the trembling frequency of the sword tip is dazzling. I don’t know where the Purple-Yi Hou’s sword is pointed at.

Facing the sword of the Ziyi Hou, the man in white did not dare to neglect it. He waved the long sword in his palm, but only defended but did not attack.

Facing the swordsman of Ziyi Hou, the man in white couldn't think of any way to break it for the time being.

In terms of swordsmanship alone, the Ziyi Hou is still one level higher than the White Man. However, the White Man practiced his whole body like steel, and his internal strength accumulated more than the Ziyi Hou.

So this battle is indeed a battle between dragons and tigers, and both sides have half the chance to win.

"Who do you think of?" Zhou Zhiruo asked beside Zhao Hao.

Since her identity as the Eight Swords of Langya has been exposed, she certainly doesn’t care about showing her close relationship with Zhao Hao in front of others.

"Ziyi Hou." Zhao Hao said decisively.

"Hmm? Do you think the man in white will lose?" Zhou Zhiruo was a little surprised.

She is optimistic about the man in white.

"The Marquis of Purple-Free Marquis has practiced the sword techniques of 193 secret sects in the world and melted the essence of the sword techniques of various sects in the world into one furnace. This sentence is not just a saying. The Marquis of Purple-Free Marquis' swordsmanship is already impeccable. If the man in white can surpass the Marquis of Purple-Free Marquis, I don't believe it." Zhao Hao said.

"The more you practice sword skills, the better," Zhou Zhiruo said.

"That's for others. For someone like Ziyi Hou, applying what he has learned is really a very simple thing." Zhao Hao said.

In his words, Zhao Hao highly praised the Ziyi Hou.
Chapter completed!