Qingfeng Qingyue couldn't help but worry about Chen Fan.
The two of them are the best friends with Chen Fan. It was not that I was worried that Chen Fan would lose, but that he was worried that Chen Fan would be injured.
They watched the competition between Chen Fan and Yang Xuanqi. Although Chen Fan occasionally had the upper hand, Yang Xuanqi's offensive was too fierce and could not be compared with Li Xiuyuan, Zhu Wuxin and his like.
It's okay to lose, but if you are seriously injured, it may affect your future practice.
Yang Xuanqi's expression turned slightly serious at this time.
Chen Fan's understanding of kendo and his training in kendo techniques are indeed inferior to his own.
However, Chen Fan is not a major in swordsmanship, and it is not easy for him to be able to keep up with someone who respects swordsmanship.
Based on this alone, Chen Fan gained his approval.
Hearing that Chen Fan said it was the last move made Yang Xuanqi feel more hopeful and cautious. He really wanted to see what kind of surprise Chen Fan would bring him.
Yang Xuanqi said: "If I can't catch your last sword, I will admit defeat. You don't have to have any worries and don't hold anything back. I am looking forward to your last sword."
Chen Fan smiled and said: "How dare I hold back when facing you? You think too highly of me."
After saying that, Chen Fan took out a thick stack of white paper from the Sanxiangna treasure bag and threw it into the air.
The white paper was thrown into the air, spread out instantly, and slowly floated down like a white butterfly.
"What is this? What is this guy Chen Fan trying to do?"
"What's there? It's just a pile of ordinary paper."
"Ordinary paper? What is this boy Chen Fan going to do?"
"The devil knows what he is going to do. But I think Chen Fan is out of his depth and is just making up his mind."
"It's said to be the last sword, but there are so many blank papers. What does the sword move have to do with these papers? It's baffling."
Seeing Chen Fan's actions, the young disciples of Jixian Temple started talking.
Some people even laughed and said: "Chen Fan, do you think you can't compare to Yang Xuanqi? Why don't you arrange a funeral for yourself in advance?"
"snort!"
Yang Xuanqi frowned and snorted coldly, frightening the man who just laughed at Chen Fan to shut up immediately.
"This sword is ready."
In the sky full of white paper, Chen Fan looked at Yang Xuanqi and said.
Chen Fan shouted loudly and stood in front of him with the black sword in his hand. The white paper that was originally scattered stopped falling downward at this moment. Instead, it stopped in the air and emitted bursts of golden light.
These white papers were none other than the ones Chen Fan used when he copied the five characters in the Sutra Pavilion.
The five words "The First Immortal of Swordsmanship" copied by Chen Fan on the white paper were shining in bursts, and sword intent and sword energy kept coming out, making the white paper carrying them make a loud noise.
Stab!
Finally, the white paper couldn't bear the sword intent and sword energy of those five words, and it shattered one after another.
The five characters that Chen Fan copied, every stroke and every stroke, still retains Chen Fan's understanding from those five characters, as well as his own sword intention that remains on them.
These understandings and sword intent are all Chen Fan's current achievements in swordsmanship.
The sword in Chen Fan's hand kept vibrating, along with the pieces of white paper. The fragments of white paper quickly resonated with the black sword in Chen Fan's hand, making bursts of metallic knocking sounds.
All the disciples of Jixian Temple felt the sword intent, and their expressions became solemn.
The disciples of Jixian Temple who originally laughed at Chen Fan all stopped talking, held their breath, and even felt inexplicably afraid in their hearts. Chen Fan's sword was not directed at Yang Xuanqi, but at themselves.
Chen Fan's momentum continued to increase, and so did the power of the black sword in his hand. The sword intent emanating from the white paper was absorbed by Chen Fan's black sword, and began to revolve around Chen Fan's black sword.
The black light on the black sword shines brightly, and this black light gradually turns into a golden light.
Every ray of golden light is like a sharp sword. Even the young disciples of Jixian Temple standing far away can feel their skin being scratched by the golden light.
Yang Xuanqi narrowed his eyes and his expression became more solemn.
As a swordsman specializing in swordsmanship, he naturally felt this sword more clearly.
Chen Fan's sword power reached its peak, but his complexion also began to turn a little pale.
This sword consumed him too much.
"cut!"
Chen Fan roared angrily. He could no longer control the rising power of his sword and slashed out with one strike.
Suddenly the sky was filled with golden light.
Those pieces of white paper were shattered into extremely small sharp swords, and together with Chen Fan's sword intent, sword energy, and sword power, they rushed towards Yang Xuanqi.
Yang Xuanqi's expression changed drastically.
He didn't expect Chen Fan's attack to be so terrifying.
Seeing this sword attack, Yang Xuanqi no longer suppressed his cultivation, and all the sword intent in his body spurted out, extremely violent!
He slashed out three swords in a row.
But, it still doesn’t feel like enough.
Finally, he threw the sword in his hand, flew up, followed the sword, turned into a sword, and stabbed Chen Fan.
But even so, Yang Xuanqi was quickly submerged in the golden light of Chen Fan's sword.
But Chen Fan's sword was not finished yet.
He also turned his body into a sword and stabbed Yang Xuanqi with the black sword.
boom!
A huge noise sounded.
The young disciple of Jixian Temple felt that the mountains were shaking.
But at this moment, Chen Fan and Yang Xuanqi were both submerged in golden light, and no one could see clearly the changes inside.
Everyone held their breath and concentrated, not wanting to miss this scene.
Who won?
Suddenly this became a question lingering in the minds of all the young disciples of Jixian Temple.
The golden light gradually fell.
The young disciples of Jixian Temple were stunned in place, and no one dared to make a sound.
I saw that Yang Xuanqi's clothes were in tatters and covered in blood. Although he still held the sword tightly in his hand, he no longer had the strength to lift it. Even standing became a little difficult.
Chen Fan's black sword stopped three feet in front of Yang Xuanqi. His clothes were also in tatters and he was covered in blood.
The difference with Yang Xuanqi is that Chen Fan's eyes are still full of fighting spirit, and he is not in the state of Yang Xuanqi who is unable to fight anymore.
What shocked the young disciples of Jixian Temple even more was that the master of Jixian Temple, Sapindus, appeared beside Yang Xuanqi at some unknown time and looked at Chen Fan with a smile.
He had been paying attention to the battle between Chen Fan and Yang Xuanqi. When Chen Fan threw his last sword, Sapindus knew that Yang Xuanqi could not catch Chen Fan's sword.
It's just that he was afraid that when Chen Fan used his last sword, he wouldn't be able to hold back his hand and would seriously injure Yang Xuanqi or kill him by mistake.
After all, Yang Xuanqi is a genius disciple of Jixian Temple. As the master of Jixian Temple, Sapindus naturally does not allow such a thing to happen.
Fortunately, Chen Fan stopped his sword in time without causing irreversible consequences. This also makes soapberry extremely gratified.
"I lost."
After a while, Yang Xuanqi said this sentence from his mouth. The sound was extremely clear and reached the ears of every disciple of Jixian Temple who was watching.
"I lost." Chen Fan also said at the same time.
This sword is far from his true cultivation level. It can be said to be a sword that far exceeds his own cultivation level. Chen Fan just took advantage of the opportunity to strike with this sword, but he couldn't win with force. He had already planned that no matter whether Yang Xuanqi could catch the sword or not, he would admit defeat.
Sapindus laughed loudly: "How about a draw between you two?"
The two looked at each other, smiled, and nodded in unison.
Seeing the two of them nodding, Sapindus said to Yang Xuanqi again: "Xuanqi, do you have some understanding?"
Yang Xuanqi nodded again.
Sapindus smiled happily, put three pills into Chen Fan's hand with a little movement of his hand, and said: "This is a healing pill. You swallow it and go back to your junior brother to heal your wounds. I think this competition will be better." Your gains are not small either.”
After saying that, Sapindus took Yang Xuanqi into the air and flew back to the view.
