"bass!"
A black sword flew out from the scabbard behind He Guangjun's back. It was no more than three feet long. It was slender and sharp. It flew upside down for several feet into the air. Then it came down from a high position and stabbed Zhang Wenfeng in the head, making a sharp and sharp sound as it pierced through the air.
Many monks from the Daolu branch in Zhoucheng were "sparred" by He Guangjun. Whether it was Taoism or swordsmanship, they all lost to the sword of Crazy He who was willing to fight for his life during the competition. Some of them were seriously injured. In the end, no one wanted to compete with Crazy He. Discuss.
This was the first time they saw He Guangjun use the black sword.
There was an uproar outside the shield of the sword fighting platform.
"Flying sword!"
"The second sword behind Madman He's back is a flying sword!"
They finally saw a ruthless character, forcing He Guangjun to use the secret flying sword.
Immediately, some people were worried about how the brother in the green Taoist robe would deal with the flying sword that appeared out of thin air. This was the first time they had seen such a powerful master who could suppress He Guangjun so passively with his sword skills.
Zhang Wenfeng grabbed the green bamboo sword with his left hand and challenged the flying sword that was piercing his face.
He is now immersed in the "stillness" state of mind, and he is distracted and used separately, just like two people wielding swords separately, without any lag.
The jujube sword stabbed flatly with his right hand, moving forward in an unstoppable manner. If He Guangjun and others were in trouble, and the sword energy flying around could not be turned around in a hurry, he would want to see how He Guangjun responded to his sword?
The first move was on his side. When He Guangjun couldn't dodge forward or to the left or right, he turned around a little slower.
"Dang", the Bizhu Sword knocked open the flying sword accurately and pushed the flying sword to the left.
The slender flying sword suddenly "bang" and turned into five flying swords of different sizes, which circled or changed direction and attacked Zhang Wenfeng again. Such an unexpected situation made Zhang Wenfeng's movements slightly stagnant.
Although he is able to multi-task with stillness, he is only a human being after all, and he will instinctively think about how to deal with it.
He Guangjun, who controlled the flying sword attack, seized the opportunity to turn around and stab with his sword.
The best way to get rid of flat thorns is flat thorns.
There was no expression on his dull face. He struck later and the sword came first, reversing the opportunity in an instant.
The time he spent immersed in this style of flat thrust and the number of times he practiced it far exceeded that of Zhang Wenfeng, who came from behind. It can be said that his understanding of flat thrust is unparalleled by anyone in the world, and he has used it to perfection.
There was madness in his eyes. He did not use the opportunity of a flat thrust to suppress the opponent's flat thrust, but took advantage of the opportunity to stab to the end.
It's a fight of mutual destruction, you stab yours, I'll stab mine.
Just ask whether it is unexpected or not, whether it is exciting or not.
Sword fighting is not only a competition of swordsmanship and flexible use of sword styles, but sometimes also requires the courage to fight.
Don’t lose your momentum, fight for your life!
In life and death, sharpen one's mind, nature, and sword, and seek for that glimmer of breakthrough.
Zhang Wenfeng's left hand sword used a gorgeous and complicated "Flying Style" to prevent the five rising and falling circling flying swords that attacked from multiple directions. The jujube sword in his right hand stabbed to the end without hesitation. It was a competition to see whose method was tougher.
His own flying sword was not used for the time being.
Yun Qiuhe, who was outside the sword fighting arena, saw the two guys in the light shield. His eyes turned red and he wanted to exchange injuries for injuries, no, life for lives, regardless of his own safety, both of which were aimed at the opponent's left chest. She was so angry that she stamped her feet and scolded He Guangjun: "Madman!"
I was anxious, why didn't Protector Xie show up to stop him?
Mo Xiufeng clenched his fists and was frightened. This was life-threatening.
Everyone else held their breath. Who is this guy who dares to exchange lives with Crazy He?
Shen Shen did not expect such a result. He was dumbfounded and his hands and feet were cold.
"Tsk", two people in the field were hit with swords in their chests almost at the same time.
The so-called advantage is actually only a moment. When experts compete, a moment may determine the outcome, but the result of exchanging lives can only be that both sides will suffer, and no one will get the benefit.
A dazzling golden light erupted from the location where He Guangjun was struck by the sword. Under the huge impact, he took a few steps back.
Step by step, he takes deep steps to neutralize the power of his opponent's blow.
The brilliance that emerged from Zhang Wenfeng's body was very mixed, with dark blue and bright green swirling stripes, as well as blue-like water waves, with an inconspicuous light yellow color inside. His feet "dong-dong-dong" retreated, and he struck with his left hand to fly a fancy sword. Several flying swords in the air were struck one by one and flew far away.
Neither of them suffered a loss, but both suffered a little loss.
He Guangjun let out a hearty laugh. He was wearing the sect's inherited treasure "Golden Shirt and Treasured Clothes". He felt a sharp pain in his chest and felt extremely happy.
This was the real opponent, an opportunistic swordsman like Cen Sanlin, and he really didn't notice it.
With a wave of his hand, the five flying swords flying in the air merged into one, and the swords were sheathed in a snap.
"Zhang Wenfeng, take another strike from me!"
He Guangjun held the sword in both hands, with the palm of his left hand on the hilt, and stabbed forward steadily.
Complex runes appeared on the silver sword, and the sword's intention locked the opponent. He was not worried about the life or death of that wretched guy. His whole body was wrapped like a turtle shell. It was even more extreme than him. It would be even harder to die. It was just a good time to try his new skills. means of understanding.
Of course, if you don't handle it properly, you will definitely be seriously injured.
Because of this sword, he can attack but cannot control it, and its power is unprecedented.
Zhang Wenfeng recited the sutra silently, and his spiritual consciousness touched the seal script of the fifth sentence of the Taoist Sutra. Invisible golden light flowed through his body like water, weakening the opponent's locking effect. At the moment when the sword magical power was about to take action, the line of his Qi Hai Yuanqi tree's pale gold rose. resonated.
He suddenly understood and swung the jujube sword with one hand, slashing it to the bottom.
He can control the amount of Yuan Qi extracted by the sword magical power through the golden thread of the Yuan Qi tree.
He could finally control the power of this sword.
He used 60% of his Yuan Qi power.
Protector Xie Moling, who was watching with his hands behind his back in the Eastern Protector's Court, suddenly looked solemn as he was smiling while watching a show, and murmured: "Mysterious powers and secret arts! Today's young people are... amazing!"
At the moment when the sword energy drawn by the two sword intentions collided, he raised his hands together.
"Boom", the wild explosion of power from the collision of the two sword energies was lifted into the air by the power of the white formation that suddenly rose from the ground. Most of it was dispersed at once, and the violent energy splashed sharply around the sword fighting platform. The protective light shield lasted for three or two breaths, then shook and suddenly exploded.
Everyone watching the battle laughed and cursed and flew back.
He used various means to avoid the tiny scattered fragments of sword energy. It would be embarrassing to be hit by them.
Protector Xie's voice came from the air: "Two of you, each of you will pay one hundred Spiritual Energy Stones for the repair of the sword fighting platform's protective formation restrictions. Do you have any objections?"
Zhang Wenfeng held his sword and saluted to the east: "I have no objections."
He Guangjun grinned and saluted. This fight was so damn good. It was nothing to pay for the spiritual energy stone.
It's a pity that Protector Xie didn't let the two of them use their magical powers to distinguish themselves.
Zhang Wenfeng had indeed mastered the magical power of swordsmanship, otherwise it would have been impossible to cut off the arm of the demon tribe Xiang Yuan.
He originally wanted to go to Huanye Wasteland in the first half of the year, and took the opportunity to meet the famous Xiang Yuan, but was delayed by other tasks. Later, when he heard that Zhang Wenfeng defeated Xiang Yuan with a sword, he was not interested in going again, waiting to meet him. Zhang Wenfeng can just compare notes.
The biggest gain from this free-and-easy competition was to loosen the bottleneck of his cultivation.
It is estimated that it won't be long before he can advance to the stage of gradual decline and reach perfection.
A real swordsman's improvement speed will never be slow. He can only keep his sword heart clear and sharpen it all the time.
In the innermost room of the library, Mo Ye held a yellowed ancient scroll in his hand and flipped through it. He glanced to the west, then withdrew his gaze and continued reading.
She wasn't very interested in playing around.
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