There are brave generals in the world who can break through thousands of enemy armors with sabers in their hands, and there are also people who go all out just to protect their closest relatives and friends. The same thing between the two is that they will never back down when encountering a strong enemy.
Song Linjie held the Heavenly Forging Sword and the Chiying Flying Knife in a stalemate in the air. After a moment, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He had been trying to activate the true power of the Heavenly Forging Sword, but he had very little internal energy left, so he could only grit his teeth now. He persisted, the pupils of his eyes widened and gradually became a little bloodshot.
Du Haifan frowned slightly, and was quite surprised when he saw that the flying knife controlled by his heart was losing power. He stretched out his hand and bent his fingers to flick the red tassel. After Du Haifan pointed with his heart, the two knives finally separated. Song Linjie He flew out backwards with the Forged Heavenly Sword, inserted the sword into the ground and slid back three feet, gasping for air, while the Chiying Flying Sword was also shaky and could not land.
Song Linjie was about to stand up and fight again, but Du Haifan praised him and said: "You are not afraid when you are defeated, you are not afraid when you meet a master, you have such a fearless heart. You are very good and you have tried your best. I will not fight again in this battle." Use this throwing knife."
As if he got the answer he wanted, Song Linjie handed over his hands and turned to leave.
Du Haifan turned to look at Song Qingtian and said with a smile, "You have a good grandson."
Song Qingtian also smiled proudly and said: "You don't have to say that if you want to be beaten, you will be beaten. What nonsense."
Du Haifan stretched out his fingers and touched the four flying knives in front of him, and said softly: "Qinlan, Fengya, Aster, Linhuo, go."
Song Qingtian raised his foot and stepped on the ground, swung his sheath to draw a circle, and the surroundings seemed to be frozen in time. The four flying knives stopped at various points in the circle drawn by Song Qingtian, connecting them into a precise arc, and then Song Qingtian bent his body and bowed. Legs, he slowly punched the four flying knives out with one punch after another, clear blue and elegant, while Aster swayed in the air and then stopped, only Linhuo hit an apple tree planted by Li Dami, directly knocking him out. It penetrated and left a hole, which made Li Da Mi feel distressed.
Li DaMi had troubles to express and could only keep them in his heart.
Song Qingtian snorted coldly: "Go down there and fight, but don't destroy my academy. If you lose, I will let you make up for it brick by brick, tree by tree, one by one."
Du Haifan understood it and flew down the mountain with his sword, while Song Qingtian looked down on the fancy gimmicks and just sprinted ten feet at a time.
Everyone's eyes lit up on the mountainside. They saw two people rushing down the mountain one after another. Du Haifan's heart stopped above a flat wasteland and asked with a smile: "Brother Song, is it possible here?"
Song Qingtian nodded silently, and then took the initiative to cut out a knife as a test. In addition to the red tassel that fell on the mountain, and the four flying knives that were on duty previously, Du Haifan added a new flying knife Qingshuang, and five flying knives. Facing inward, it formed a rotating round shield, which easily defused the sword.
Everyone came out to watch the battle on the mountainside. Fortunately, they did not miss this grandmaster competition. Then, they saw the disciples on the mountain coming down one after another. They saw this group of high-spirited young people, which was different from the two great masters. They were filled with admiration and more of a look of envy. Unfortunately, there was an unreasonable and stupid man in the middle, so they did not dare to come forward to negotiate. Those who originally expected to get some benefits from this group of disciples felt cold. A big chunk.
The poplar tree sandwiched in the middle looked particularly dazzling, which made the Sword Saint laugh: "You have so many weirdos in this academy!"
Song Qingtian said angrily on behalf of his disciples: "They are both weirdos and geniuses. In ten years' time, they will surely be the best."
Du Haifan started to dance with his flying knives, and the trajectory was unpredictable. The three motionless flying knives also followed the map. After settling on his position, sometimes they formed a long straight line, sometimes they were scattered into a long winding river. Unknowingly, they had changed a lot. When I was in the sword formation, Du Haifan said softly: "Let's see, it's just that the scenery of the next ten years with the word sword is in your hands right now."
Song Qingtian remained motionless. It was not that he had nothing to do, but based on his understanding of Du Haifan's heart, every time he used the sword, he would research a new sword formation to use, and add new glories to the brocade of his predecessors. He was even more victorious than before, and he had never seen these sword formations before, so he could only adapt to the situation when he fell into the formation.
The eight flying knives broke away from their original trajectory and came towards Song Qingtian one after another, falling like meteors, both dazzling and dangerous. However, Song Qingtian had just focused on the formation and completely memorized all the trajectory of the knife formation. He also knew Du Haifanxin's attack methods very well, and he blocked the first few sword formations with only the smallest fluctuations. The following ones were the illusory formations used by the opponent to confuse him. Song Qingtian naturally would not be fooled, and with a quick step, Swing to one side, and the remaining sword array will collapse without any attack.
Everyone watching the battle was dazzled, and those who originally wanted to gain some knowledge from it were also discouraged. Only Sword King disciple Li Jingqiu was used to seeing the two fighting, so he knew a little bit about it, and began to talk in general, Even if I explain it to all the junior fellow students, I will also explain it to those visitors, so that no one will leave empty-handed.
The guests stared intently at the duel between the masters. At the same time, they listened attentively to what Li Jingqiu said. They all raised their hands and thanked him: "Brother, you are loyal."
Later, Li Jingqiu didn't quite understand, and he didn't want to mislead others, so he kept silent.
The two masters fought for a long time with no outcome. In an instant, they suddenly pulled away, and the eight flying knives returned to Du Haifanxin's hands one after another, forming a rotating disk. Song Qingtian was still as solid as a rock. He stood still and looked up at the sky, but his expression was a little more solemn.
Du Haifan chuckled softly and said: "Brother Song, you should be familiar with the next move, but I don't have the sword intention that I have cultivated for five years. I wonder if you can still take it?"
Song Qingtian said impatiently: "What nonsense, you dare to use old-fashioned moves to embarrass yourself."
Song Linjie was confused and asked: "Senior Brother Li, what is the move of the Sword Saint? I see that my grandfather is dissatisfied, but he still looks a little uneasy!"
Li Jingqiu couldn't help but sigh: "The sword sage's secret skill is to find flowers thousands of miles away. If the master is in his prime, I won't be afraid. But now... you'd better look down on your own."
The next moment, Li Da Mi's face turned pale.
Du Haifan's heart first flicked away the three flying knives that followed: "The beak of the luan and the phoenix, the kiss of the chilong, and the sound of hundreds of flowers."
The three flying knives dispersed and disappeared into the sky. The remaining five also left one after another and were hidden in various corners of Kongyao Mountain. They were also submerged underground at the same time. Everyone looked around, but there was no trace of the flying knives, only flowers and trees that were out of season. Blooming at a speed visible to the naked eye, the originally blooming flower trees became more prosperous, and then quickly peeled off their roots and leaves and flew into the sky.
Li Dami was so frightened and miserable that his work for a year was in vain.
When Zhang Ling saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel emotional. He remembered the scene when he had just left Luochuan County and walked to Qin Yi's Baihua Villa. The other party also attracted hundreds of flowers to bloom. He thought that Qin Yi's secret skills should be obtained from this person.
