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In an empty area not too far away, Tu Lu and Yang Rong were separated by seven or eight meters. After standing facing each other at a distance, Yang Rong took a deep breath and slowly reached her right hand to her waist. Her five fingers tightly gripped onto the sword hilt as she stared at Tu Lu.

"I don't use a sword, I use this." Tu Lu patted the black bow on his back, looking at Yang Rong whose fighting intent was soaring to the skies, he hesitated for a moment before slowly untying the bow on his back. Then, he crooked his finger at Yang Rong, and said: "Come!"

Yang Rong swept her eyes across the bow in Tu Lu's hand, but did not find an arrow. She could not help but frown and said: "You want to use a bow without an arrow, to fight with me? You Tu surnamed, aren't you looking down too much on people!? "

Tu Lu laughed, and shook his head: "At the foot of the mountain, Liu Jian Xi, I used this bow against your four fellow disciples, and now that I have fought with you, it is already enough for me to pay attention to you ? "Don't underestimate this bow. This bow of mine is a thousand years old ?"

Before Tu Lu could finish his words, Yang Rong laughed and interrupted him: "You talk too much! Since you insist, don't blame me for being rude! "

Yang Rong stared at Tu Lu, her eyes narrowed into a line, and her right leg took a lunge forward a step, stepping on the ground, she saw a burst of ripples.

In the next moment, Yang Rong's body tensed up, the thumb on her right hand tightly pressed onto the sword hilt, her body slightly leaned forward, and with a cry of "Ah!", his entire body charged straight towards Tu Lu.

With one step two steps, about four to five steps, Yang Rong, who was charging straight towards Tu Lu, when there was still three to four meters between the two of them, suddenly jumped, his right thumb pressed against the sword hilt and with a 'whoosh' sound, the longsword was unsheathed. In mid air, both of his hands quickly grabbed the sword hilt, and without saying a word, he slashed down!

A brilliant silver crescent moon exploded from her hand in an instant, slashing down at Tu Lu from above!

However, facing Yang Rong's sword that was coming down from the top with the force of a bamboo breaking, Tu Lu's expression was extremely calm. Without any intention to dodge, she stomped her right foot lightly, causing a small hole to instantly appear on the ground.

Narrowing his eyes and staring at the silver crescent moon, Tu Lu's lips curled into a smile. The black longbow in his hand suddenly thrusted upwards, and in the next moment, the one end of the black bow collided with the silver light arc without the slightest deviation.

Although it was not a solid form of the sword in Yang Rong's hands, it was still an extremely sharp sword qi. It was not difficult to cut metal, but after clashing with the black longbow, not only was it unable to cut the black bow, it even dissipated like air.

After the arc of light, was the physical form of the sword. Looking at the Sword Qi his sword emitted, was slightly surprised that he was unable to slash off Tu Lu's black bow.

However, when the Sword Qi disappeared, and the tip of the sword clashed with the tip of the black bow, Yang Rong did not even think about it, when the tip of the sword touched the black bow, she immediately somersaulted in mid air, and anxiously retreated!

However, Yang Rong sensed that something was wrong and wanted to retreat, but Tu Lu, who was below, did not want her to retreat so easily. She pressed her feet on the ground and quickly chased after Yang Rong, with both of her hands tightly holding onto her bow, and facing Yang Rong who had yet to land on the ground, she actually used the bow in her hands as a rod, and used the bow's back to smash ruthlessly at Yang Rong's back!

Yang Rong did not turn her head, hearing the sound of wind coming from behind him, she anxiously switched the sword in her right hand to her left, and with a backhand slash! "Ding!" With a sound, the longsword and the black bow actually made contact head-on with a metallic sound!

With both hands holding the black longbow, he stood on the spot and giggled as he looked at Yang Rong, who had landed on the ground in a sorry state. He then asked, "Have you admitted defeat yet?"

After Yang Rong steadied her legs, she frowned and slowly turned around. She lowered her head to look at his left hand that was still slightly numb and squinted at the black bow in Tu Lu's hand: "This bow of yours?"

Tu Lu laughed, looked at Yang Rong and said: "I told you just now, you didn't listen to me ? This bow of mine is not just an ordinary bow, its name is called 'Stealing Sky Bow' and it was created from a thousand year old Fallen Phoenix Parasol Tree. Forget about this ordinary sword, even Yue Que and the two swords of Wu Gou, the treasures of Mang Shan Sect s, won't be able to slash it apart ? "How about it? You can admit defeat now, right?"

"So that's how it is." Yang Rong looked at the Stealing Sky Bow in Tu Lu's hand, and then looked at his own hand, because she had collided with the other party's bow, the sword edge that was missing a small hole, she nodded and said: "The bow in your hand is indeed stronger than my sword, but it is still too early for you to say that you want me to admit defeat."

With that, Yang Rong threw the longsword in his hand and took out a red bracelet from her wrist. The red bracelet appeared in his hand and with a flip, it formed a completely red sword. It was different from the sword in her hand, the red sword was currently extremely short and was only about four to five inches long, looking like a dagger in Yang Rong's hand.

Yang Rong slowly leveled her hand into the short sword, and placed the sword horizontally across her forehead. She stared straight at Tu Lu and said: "Just now, I was careless. Now, I will let you experience what a real Mang Shan Sect is like! "

The corner of Tu Lu's mouth gently smiled, and said without a care: "Oh, really! "Then I am truly honored ?"

"You will regret it." Yang Rong said with a faint smile on her face. The tip of her foot lightly tapped on the ground, and her body tilted to the side as she flew towards Tu Lu. However, the position of the short sword in her right hand did not change, and she still held his sword horizontally in front of her forehead.

"Interesting!" Tu Lu pursed his lips, looked at Yang Rong who was rushing towards him with a strange movement, and clenched her right hand that was on the black bow even more tightly.

The distance between the two of them was only a few meters, it was just a blink of an eye!

However, what was unexpected was that after Yang Rong arrived at Tu Lu's body, she suddenly released her right hand that was holding the sword, and after her hand relaxed, the short sword did not fall to the ground, but shot out a red light, as if it was controlled by someone, and flew like lightning towards Tu Lu's right cheek. As the short sword flew towards Tu Lu's right cheek, Yang Rong's right hand suddenly turned into a fist, and with a fierce punch, it flew straight towards Tu Lu's lower abdomen!

The dagger slashed across Tu Lu's face with a swoosh, and instantly tore a small hole in her flawless right cheek. At the same time, Yang Rong's fist also landed squarely on her lower abdomen!

However, for some reason, after Yang Rong's punch struck Tu Lu's lower abdomen, her expression changed slightly.

The sword had cut a person's skin, so there should be blood flowing out. But when the right side of her face was sliced by the red dagger, there was no blood flowing out of Tu Lu's face, and she was struck by Yang Rong's fist. She stood there without moving, and her body did not seem to be abnormal.