You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

In the center of the huge training ground, soldiers stood densely packed together, forming a solid barrier that blocked all passages.

In the distance, the generals and Yu Qingxi on the high platform watched quietly, their eyes focused on the two people who were fighting.

Chang Qing looked up at the shining sunlight, the light was a little dazzling. He gently took off the long sword behind him and looked at the big man opposite him.

"My name is Zhang Changqing, and I would like to ask Master Wang for guidance!" Changqing's voice was sonorous and powerful, with a hint of respect.

"Haha, okay, just go ahead and I will show mercy later!" Wang Gang said, quite cheerfully, which did not make people feel annoyed.

Changqing held the wooden sword tightly in his right hand and swung it lightly. The air seemed to be cut open, rippling out twisted waves.

He took the lead and pointed a sword directly at Wang Gang's face.

Wang Gang took out a dragon-headed steel knife and easily blocked the sword.

The fight between the two men had not yet ended. The wooden sword was thrown back and the dragon-headed knife slashed across the sword, emitting a wisp of fire.

Changqing twisted his body, flew up and landed on the ground. Both sides were testing each other's strength, and they couldn't help but secretly praise "awesome" in their hearts.

As their eyes became fierce, both of them became serious and rushed towards each other. The flash of swords and shadows of sabers flashed, and Wang Gang twisted his arm, turning the back of the sword into a blade, and chopped down from mid-air.

Chang Qing dodged to the side, held the wooden sword in his palm, turned around, and stabbed at Wang Gang.

The big man showed no sign of weakness. He lowered his body and swept his knife horizontally.

Seeing this man's tight defense, Chang Qing had no choice but to give up the attack and jump into the air.

Changqing fell in the distance, and as soon as he landed on the ground, he turned into a residual shadow.

In an instant, a gust of wind blew up, and Wang Gang felt that the whole world was filled with sword light, only sword light.

A sword appeared in front of Wang Gang like a phantom.

Wang Gang was a little slow. Faced with the sudden sword light, he gritted his teeth, summoned his blood energy, and formed a protective shield in front of him, trying to block the sword.

The wooden sword slashed across the shield, breaking it in an instant.

However, this moment was enough time for Wang Gang to react.

He quickly held the dragon-head knife across his chest to block the tip of the sword.

But Wang Gang still underestimated his enemy. The force from the tip of the sword was so great that it forced him back dozens of steps.

Outside the field, many soldiers came back to their senses from the sword lights all over the sky and cheered.

They couldn't help but imagine how magnificent they would be if they had this sword.

The generals in the distance were also stunned by the sword. One of them subconsciously said: "This sword seems to have fallen from the sky, not from the human world."

This statement attracted the agreement of many generals. Yu Qingxi was also amazed by this sword, and her beautiful eyes flickered slightly.

At this time, these people recognized Changqing's strength, but the competition was still going on, and everyone was looking forward to what would happen next.

Chang Qing let out a long sigh. Although this sword move did not utilize any spiritual energy and was a martial arts sword move, it put a huge strain on the body and should not be used too often.

He looked at Wang Gang, and saw excitement in Wang Gang's eyes, the kind of excitement that comes from finally being able to have a full-on fight.

The two looked at each other, said nothing, and fought again.

Wang Gang was shocked by the scene just now. He no longer held back. His knife moves became heavy, opening and closing vigorously. Each knife was as heavy as a thousand pounds, which made Chang Qing even more cautious.

Gradually, Chang Qing realized something was wrong. Each of Wang Gang's strikes was heavier than the previous one, with overlapping momentum!!!

Chang Qing thought to himself that this was not good, and he quickly thought of a way to solve it. He didn't want to capsize in the gutter.

Wang Gang smiled. This was the last blow and he believed that this boy would not be able to dodge it.

Changqing felt as if he was locked by the big knife and could not escape no matter what.

The dragon-headed sword fell, and the unavoidable sword slashed towards Changqing.

Seeing this, the people outside the field shook their heads with regret: "He lost, but the fact that this kid could hold on until the last sword shows that he is extremely powerful. After all, among the current great martial arts sects, there are no more than two people who can withstand the complete stacked sword style."

The generals were also talking. Yu Qingxi clenched her hands so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She was very worried about Changqing.

On the field, the dragon-head sword was still slashing down.

When Wang Gang was about to ask Chang Qing whether he admitted defeat, there was no trace of Chang Qing in front of him.

But unfortunately, this knife that was as fast as wind and lightning, as fast as thunder and as fast as a dragon was dodged.

Chang Qing had arrived beside Wang Gang without him noticing.

And at this moment, the young man's sword was swung.

The sword light between heaven and earth suddenly slowed down, as if it had stopped in the air.

The wooden sword was swung out, and a line appeared in the air, a red line. It was as if the world was temporarily separated.

The wooden sword was sheathed by Changqing.

The dragon-headed sword stopped in mid-air. The sword light disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

The red line between heaven and earth seemed like an illusion. It was just the positions of the two people intersecting.

Chang Qing calmly walked down the martial arts arena. Someone in the audience asked, "Are you admitting defeat?"

"No, the general probably showed mercy. After all, they are in the same camp and there is no way they would damage the relationship," someone echoed.

"No, look at the general!" someone exclaimed.

Everyone looked and saw that Wang Gang on the stage seemed to have lost his strength. His sword slipped and he collapsed on the martial arts field. His face was pale and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

He truly felt the breath of death just now, that kind of terrifying breath without any emotion, as if human life was worthless. Fortunately, Chang Qing stopped, otherwise he would probably have to report downstairs now.

Wang Gang stood up, bowed deeply to everyone, and admitted frankly: "I lost!"

Although Wang Gang's voice was calm, it was like a bolt from the blue, stirring up waves in everyone's hearts.

The crowd immediately went wild. "The general lost? How is that possible?" Someone stared with eyes wide open, unable to believe his ears.

“We lost. We actually lost to a boy who is younger than us.” Someone sat on the ground dejectedly, his face full of disbelief.

"Yes, he is still a teenager, but he has such strength. It's unbelievable."

"Genius? Monster? Freak? These words are hard to describe this boy, right?"

People woke up one after another and began to re-examine the young Great Martial Emperor.

"This boy is probably not even fifteen years old!" someone exclaimed.

"I'm afraid so." The person next to him echoed.

"Oh my god, what's wrong with this world? Such a young great martial arts master is totally unheard of!"

However, in response to these discussions, Changqing just smiled bitterly.

He knew in his heart that he was far from being a genius, and he didn't even have a good physique. He shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and walked towards the generals.

"Your Highness, I have fulfilled your mission." Chang Qing bowed to Yu Qingxi and said respectfully.

The group of people behind Yu Qingxi looked at Chang Qing curiously, their eyes full of surprise and curiosity.

Yu Qingxi stepped forward and announced loudly to the many soldiers below: "With the help of Grandmaster Zhang today, our great cause will be accomplished. Let's have a banquet tonight to welcome Grandmaster Zhang!"

"Good!" The soldiers cheered, their voices shaking the sky.

Changqing was taken into a simple stone chamber to rest.

He sat in meditation and regulated his breathing, thinking about the thrilling battle that had just taken place.

Especially the last move, he did not use his spiritual power, but awakened a strange force at the critical moment of life and death.

That force seemed to have no emotions, and all the lives in the world were nothing but dust to it. Then, that force shook lightly and dissolved Wang Gang's sword force, and guided Chang Qing's emotions and swung the sword to cut.

Fortunately, Chang Qing got out of the state in time, otherwise Wang Gang would probably have been chopped into pieces.

Now, Changqing tried to find the trace of the force in his body, but he didn't know where it came from or where it ended. After a long time of searching in vain, Changqing gave up.

He couldn't help scratching his head, wondering what was so strange about this body.

However, no matter how hard he tried, there was still no result. He sighed helplessly and looked up to see that the sky outside was beginning to darken and the bonfire was rising.

He stood up, walked out of the cave, and prepared to attend the welcoming banquet tonight.