"Good swordsmanship!"
Cen Sanlin saw that Du Huijian was stabbed by a sword and stopped five feet away from the marked line. Du Huijian only broke his outer robe and blocked the sudden blow with his protective robe. He was not injured, so he knew that Zhang Guanzhu was better than many and could control it. You had enough energy to spare, cupping his fists and saying:
"Excuse me, Guanzhu Zhang, has he achieved the 'Integration with the Body' sword realm?"
Zhang Wenfeng cupped his fists and returned the greeting: "I have just touched a hint of sword intention, but there is still a long way to go before I can achieve harmony with my body."
For more than a month, he had some free time to study the magical power of the sword, and he gained quite a lot of experience.
Cen Sanlin's fighting spirit was high, and he walked into the field and said: "Cen has also realized a hint of the sword's intention. Please let go of Guanzhu Zhang and show no mercy to the sword. Cen should go all out, please!"
With a clunk, he drew out the big sword that was as wide as his hand from behind.
"Master Cen, please!"
The two of them spoke politely and rushed to attack with their swords at the same time. No one was really polite.
Cen Sanlin swung his broad sword with one hand, lifting it as lightly as he could, and slashed with the strong wind. Faced with a simple and straight thrust from the sword two feet away, he had no intention of resisting, and just slashed at him without reason.
His broad sword is more than a foot and a half longer than the opponent's sword.
When experts compete, this is also an advantage.
Even after watching Zhang Guanzhu's two sword fights, he would not let go of any opportunity he could take advantage of.
Sure enough, Zhang Guanzhu changed his move in the middle of the Immortal Guiding Stab move. He turned his wrist like a flag, and the sword light suddenly turned into a huge millstone, crushing towards Cen Sanlin, with the same unreasonable attitude.
"Dang...ding, ding, ding," there was a burst of intensive fighting.
The sword energy splashed out like fine rice, and after a brief collision, the two of them took three steps back at the same time.
Zhang Wenfeng's feet rotated outward and the huge impact force was reduced to the ground. He felt excited in his heart. He met his opponent. The opponent's swordsmanship should be on par with him.
This kind of discussion is interesting.
He doesn't use magical powers, so it's a bit difficult to win against him.
After all, the opponent is a sword cultivator who has advanced to the Jianwei Realm. His vision and experience, as well as the control and use of the same Yuan Qi, are far beyond him. However, it is not easy to defeat him when he is suppressed to the same level of cultivation.
Cen Sanlin shouted: "Come again!"
He kicked his feet down to the ground, his body shot like an arrow, and he stabbed with a sword. At the moment when Zhang Guanzhu drew his sword to get close and entangled, he flicked his wrist from left to right, and the blade of the sword instantly shot out seven or eight sharp shadows that pierced the air.
"Clang, clang", knocking away the sword on the other side, and stabbing the opponent with a double shadow, making it difficult to distinguish the truth from the truth.
"Ding", Zhang Wenfeng stabbed with the tip of his sword, and used the force to spin into the air, dodging Chu's ferocious attack. He kicked his feet in the air as a millstone, and used the sword-sharpening style again, using the double millstones to suppress it from a high position. This is a new change that he came up with a few days ago.
All means that can be used are to demonstrate strength, including one's own weight and the difference between one above and below.
Cen Sanlin blocked a few moves, but the cost was too great, so he had to defend and retreat.
Zhang Wenfeng turned around and fell to the ground. After two rounds of fighting, it was still a tie.
"interesting!"
Cen Sanlin laughed, swung his sword and attacked again.
Every time he challenged that perverted guy He Guangjun, he lost miserably and had to pay the price in blood. Only when he fought against Zhang Guanzhu was it full of joy and pleasure.
Zhang Wenfeng raised his sword and stabbed it flatly. The difference between the two swords was less than a foot, and the sword light suddenly became bright and dazzling.
Little bits of cold light turned into flying petals, and the "Flying Flower Style" emerged from the flat thorn, communicating with him with the help of the sword spirit from the Ancient Scrolls of the Sea of Consciousness, the Sword Divine Power, hiding it and killing him.
He used all the swordsmanship he had learned during this period without any reservations. There was no need to worry about Cen Sanlin's life. He needed a strong opponent to verify some of his swordsmanship assumptions.
The sword style is so beautiful that it is intoxicating, not like a human scene.
Cen Sanlin swung his sword horizontally, "ding", and his feet took the opportunity to move back more than ten feet.
The colorful sword light followed him and chased him. The broad sword in his hand blocked again, and with two consecutive "ding-dong" sounds, he retreated three feet. There was no room for retreat, and there was a line drawn a few feet behind him.
The brilliant sword light became more and more dazzling, and Cen Sanlin suddenly threw the broad sword in his hand like a desperate move.
Du Huijian, who was watching the game on the sidelines, rubbed his shoulders with a look of surprise on his face.
Xianyunke next to him muttered: "It's amazing, it only took three moves to force Boss Cen to use a unique move!"
He lost to Guanzhu Zhang after only one move. The scholar originally felt aggrieved and unconvinced, but now he could only sigh. He thought he had found a way to deal with Guanzhu Zhang, but he just took it for granted that someone else would guide him. There was a more powerful sword style coming from behind, and he had no way to resist it.
Zhang Wenfeng was surprised. This was a sword skill that let go.
It is similar to the original second-level shaman warriors throwing flying forks. They use spiritual consciousness to perform "object control techniques" plus power transport techniques, and the distance is closer, and the danger is even more dangerous.
He sheathed his sword and retreated, swinging his sword twice without knocking the broad sword down. The seemingly powerful throwing sword was as slippery as a living fish.
Cen Sanlin, who was about to be forced out of the circle by him, took the opportunity to use strange speed and steps to move sideways out of his attack range, appeared behind him, and formed a front-to-back attack with the wandering sword in front.
He held the sword secret with his hand, pointed at Zhang Guanzhu, and swept the broad sword across.
Zhang Wenfeng turned around and retreated to the right. He knew that this was a trap, deliberately planned by Cen Sanlin in order to push him closer to the line.
He twisted his wrist and used the sword-sharpening style again, and the broad sword was knocked to the ground with a "clang". Then he woke up and was bluffing again. He twisted his feet, still one step slower, and was hit by a blow on the side of his left shoulder. Cutting open, the green light and light yellow light waves on the body bounced away the invisible sword intention.
He couldn't help but take three steps back, and he was already close to the marking line. His shoulders hurt, which forced him to use the magical power of the Blue Light Reflection Curse for protection.
The sword intention is invisible and very difficult to guard against. He needs to accumulate experience in dealing with the sword intention. The calm state of mind that comes with the magical power helps him stay calm at all times.
The broad sword on the ground raised its head and flew up, and once again cooperated with Cen Sanlin, who was about two feet away, to launch a flanking attack from the bottom up.
This was the first time Zhang Wenfeng faced such a weird sword skill. He suddenly handed the sword to his left hand and stabbed at the resurrected broad sword. With his right hand, he pulled out the tailor-made thousand-year-old jujube wood sword from his waist, and a dark red line drew an arc. He volleyed towards Cen Sanlin from top to bottom.
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The overall length of the jujube sword is five feet and two inches, which is one and a half feet longer than the green bamboo sword he inherited from the Taoist temple.
Listening to Yun Qiuhe, in addition to jujube wood, several rare wood-like materials are also added to the sword body, making the jujube wood long sword as tough as metal without hindering the performance of the wood.
Holding the sword in both hands, stabbing and slashing, he used it in a calm state of mind, and used it distractedly. It was more smooth and smooth than he usually practiced with two swords at the same time.
Cen Sanlin had no weapons in his hands and did not dare to block the opponent's sword strike with his bare hands. He knew that the two swords hanging on Guanzhu Zhang's waist were used for this purpose.
He slipped backwards, made a weird turn, avoided a blow, and regained his grip on the broad sword that had been turned upside down by the stab. He shouted, held the sword with both hands, opened and closed his moves, and used that weird body technique to suddenly move to the left. Suddenly on the right, there is a strange and unpredictable figure, fighting with Guanzhu Zhang using two swords and using different sword techniques.
Zhang Wenfeng couldn't keep up with his speed and physical skills, but the venue was too small, which limited Cen Sanlin's physical skills.
He waved his sword freely, pointing east and west.
In the still state, the two swords are like two people wielding them at the same time. The front and back are full of cyan and dark red sword light, which are harmonious but different. The flat thrust is interspersed with the millstone style and the flying flower style, blending into numerous changes.
There was no concept of winning or losing in his mind, and he just focused on sword fighting with all his strength.
The two of them turned from one end to the other like a windmill, and then went in a circle to the south, chasing each other and killing each other.
The sound of "ding-dong" was endless, and the battle became more and more courageous, and there was no moment of separation and retreat.
Both sides used offense instead of defense, defense as offense, attacking all the time, and attacking and killing each other without any scruples.
Xianyunke was dumbfounded, this was... too powerful!
At this point, he was completely convinced.
He was suppressed from the beginning to the end by Zhang Guanzhu's sword. He was the only one with such strength and vision.
Even if he used his special move, he still couldn't change the result of being defeated, and he suddenly felt better.
Yun Qiuhe hadn't seen Guanzhu Zhang fight with anyone for a long time, and secretly sighed that He Guangjun was a crazy person, but he still had good vision, and Guanzhu Zhang's swordsmanship talent was indeed outstanding.
Compared with He Guangjun's first sword fight, his sword skills now are completely different.
She saw that Cen Sanlin was slowly using part of his cultivation in the Jianwei Realm, but that was all. Men were so competitive with each other that her notarization was just a decoration. Let them have a free fight and talk about it later.
Only Yue Anyan was a little worried. The master was sick, and fighting like this desperately would worsen his condition. If Dr. Ji delayed it for a few days, he would suffer.
At this time, she could only watch.
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