"Ding..." There was a crisp sound, and the two swords intersected.

The old man suddenly retreated, as if he had been hit by a huge piece of wood, and hit a table. The table fell apart with a "click" and he was lying on the broken wood.

Fortunately, there was no one at this table and there was no food. Although he was sitting on the broken wood, his clothes were not stained. He jumped up and rushed towards Zhao Changsheng again.

Zhao Changsheng laughed, and with great courage, he swung his sword and stabbed out again.

"Ding..." With a crisp sound, the old man flew out again and crushed another table.

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"Stop!" There was an angry shout from behind, and Lin Zhenchuan finally drew his sword and stabbed it out. In an instant, it reached Li Muchan's vest and was about to stab him.

This sword was so light that there was no sound of wind, and it was stabbed from behind, almost a sneak attack, and the people watching the excitement suddenly sweated.

Zhao Changsheng's figure suddenly swayed, and he moved a foot horizontally, barely avoiding the tip of the sword. He turned around and said with a smile: "Headmaster Lin's behavior is not fair and aboveboard!"

"Stop talking nonsense, use whatever tricks you have!" Lin Zhenchuan said with a cold face and a frown.

Zhao Changsheng laughed: "Okay, just take my sword!"

He suddenly jumped up, merged his body and sword in the air, and stabbed straight down, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, with great momentum.

"Hmph!" Lin Zhenchuan sneered and stepped forward with sword light.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding..." Sparks shot out, and the crisp sound was endless. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen swords were handed over, like rain hitting banana trees.

After more than a dozen sword blows, the two retreated. Lin Zhenchuan covered his right chest and stared at Zhao Changsheng in surprise.

Zhao Changsheng smiled slightly: "Headmaster Lin, I accept the concession!"

He was holding Lin Zhenchuan's long sword. The bright light was swaying, as if spring water was flowing in the sword. It was bright and clear, and you could tell it was a precious sword at a glance.

"Good swordsmanship!" Lin Zhenchuan said coldly, suddenly coughing violently, and blood slowly poured out of the corner of his mouth.

His hands were empty, the sword had been taken away by Zhao Changsheng, and he was hit by another sword in the chest.

"Master!" The two old men hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

Zhao Changsheng smiled slightly: "I'm sorry, Qingyun's swordsmanship is nothing more than this. I really disappoint you. Take my leave!"

After that, he dodged, raised the sword and knocked open the window, jumped out of the window, and disappeared into the night sky without a trace.

"What a Zhao Changsheng!" The two of them looked at each other, but did not chase after him. They hurriedly picked up Lin Zhenchuan, feet fluttering, and ran towards the Huichun Hall in the city.
Chapter completed!