Chapter 280 Fairy Sword

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"Little friend, it seems that you have indeed turned against the clouds. [Read the latest chapter]" Seeing that Chen Feifan was ready to attack, Wuwu was not in a hurry to deal with it.

"Senior, I'm coming!" Chen Feifan knew that the other party was highly skilled in martial arts, but he still reminded him kindly.

Wuwang nodded and waved the long sword in his hand casually, as if he hadn't used a sword for a long time and wanted to test his feelings in battle.

In the first attack, Chen Feifan did not intend to test the opponent, but rushed forward with all his strength. With a wave of the phantom spirit sword in his hand, a purple sword energy flew over.

The purple sword energy was extremely fast, and Wuwu didn't show any signs of panic. He gently slapped the long sword in his hand forward, and then smashed the purple sword energy into pieces. In the blink of an eye, the sword energy disappeared. The smoke cleared.

At this time, Chen Feifan also followed the purple sword energy to kill, and the colorful phantom spirit sword collided with the opponent's long sword.

In just one breath, Chen Feifan felt something bad, and a huge heaviness passed from the Phantom Spirit Sword to his right hand holding the sword. The other party seemed to touch it lightly, but it was powerful.

Chen Feifan quickly stepped back, took the opportunity to put away his sword, then turned his right hand and slashed diagonally towards the opponent's left side.

Wuwang was still so calm. He blocked the long sword to the left and easily blocked Chen Feifan's attack.

Chen Feifan was in trouble. Originally, he wanted to catch him by surprise with this diagonal slash. With his speed and sword swing, the force of the slash would be greater, but he didn't expect that the opponent's power was unfathomable. . When this sword was struck, it didn't feel like a sword touching a sword at all, but as if it was striking an iron stone. Instead, it made his mouth numb and almost knocked the Phantom Spirit Sword out of his hand.

Seeing Chen Feifan acting like this, Wuwu did not take the opportunity to fight back, but took a step back and blocked the long sword in front of him.

Chen Feifan didn't mind if the opponent only defended but did not attack. After all, the opponent's strength was in front of him, and he could only blame himself for his lack of martial arts. If it really came to a fierce fight, it would be a one-sided situation. Since the other party wants to practice with him, Chen Feifan must seize this opportunity and try his best to see how far he can push the other party.

If you have no worries, you will give it a try. He moved his feet and killed Wuwu again. Seeing this, Wuwang hurriedly retreated, but the long sword in his hand slashed forward.

The two swords collided together again. At the same time, the middle finger and index finger of Chen Feifan's left hand moved together and then moved forward a little. Suddenly, a purple sword energy quickly flew out from the fingertips. At such a close distance, he wanted to see how Wuwu could break it, but he was a little worried that the other party would not be able to break it and would be injured as a result.

However, his worries were unnecessary. Wuwang just let out a gentle "drink". Less than half a foot away, the purple sword energy collided with a transparent but slightly white wall. And that wall also disappeared in a flash, as if it had never appeared.

After the sword energy and the wall disappeared together, he withdrew the sword. Chen Feifan held the phantom spirit sword with both hands at the same time, dwarfed his body, and then swung the sword forward. With a wave of his hand, a purple sword energy in the shape of a half-moon appeared out of thin air and flew towards Wuwu rapidly.

Wuwang's expression remained unchanged. He tapped the long sword forward twice, and two rays of sword energy flew out to meet Chen Feifan's purple sword energy. The two men's sword energy was broken at the first touch, and they both died together. No one had the upper hand.

Chen Feifan had already expected this result. At the same time that the sword energy of both sides disappeared, he had already jumped up high, holding the phantom spirit sword in both hands, and struck down at Wuwu condescendingly. But just as he was slashing down, he suddenly changed his move. He removed his left hand from the hilt of the sword, and then moved forward a little. A purple sword energy hit the oncoming long sword, and he himself moved his body In a flash, he waved his right hand, causing the phantom spirit sword to change direction and slash from the left side.

Even so, Wuwang remained calm as he slapped the phantom spirit sword with his left hand.

It would be a fool's dream for a person in the martial arts world to rely solely on his physical palms to resist the phantom spirit sword wrapped in colorful sword energy. But for the person in front of him, Chen Feifan had reason to believe that he could do it. Even if you worry about the other party at this time, it will be useless, because now the offensive has been launched and it is too late to take it back.

As a result, just as Chen Feifan thought, his sword could not hurt the opponent at all. The sword struck the palm, and there was no feeling of the sword touching flesh at all. Instead, there seemed to be an invisible wall between the sword and the palm. When the blow failed, Chen Feifan twirled his right hand, and the blade changed from chopping to sharpening, directly scraping Wuwang's head.

Wuwang tilted his head and dodged the blow, but before Chen Feifan's attack stopped, the phantom spirit sword changed from a horizontal slash to a vertical slash, directly slashing towards his right shoulder. The long sword blocked the phantom spirit sword again. This time, it was still the same as before, unable to get in any further.

Chen Feifan had no choice but to withdraw his sword. These movements were all done in one go, which was the fast sword that Chen Feifan was quite proud of, but in Wuwang's eyes, it seemed to be no different from a normal attack.

"Little friend, let's stop here." Wuwang let go of the long sword in his hand, and the long sword immediately disappeared without a trace.

"Okay." Chen Feifan nodded. It would be futile to continue fighting. He knew that the difference in strength between the two was too great, like a baby competing with an adult.

"You don't have sword intent yet, and you can't feel the sword spirit." Wuwang smiled slightly.

"Senior, please give me some advice." Chen Feifan was a little confused in understanding Wuwang's words.

"To put it simply, that sword is not your sword." Wuwang said.

Chen Feifan still didn't understand: "Juniors are stupid, so I still ask seniors for advice."

Wuwang laughed and said, "You are quite talented, so why would you say you are stupid? It's just that no one has ever mentioned anything about you. Since we are destined to meet here, let me teach you for Niyun."

"Thank you, senior."

"Now look at your sword."

Chen Feifan suddenly felt that the sword in his right hand had lost its weight. When he looked down, the sword in his hand disappeared. Although he didn't know what was going on, he touched the Yangfei Soft Sword at his waist that Ling Yani had given him, and it was gone.

"Senior, is this...?"

"Do you have other swords?" Wuwang asked.

"Yes!" Chen Feifan nodded.

"Don't panic. Let me ask you first, do you think about using a sword every time you compete?"

Chen Feifan nodded, but then shook his head: "In addition to sword skills, this junior also knows some palm skills."

"Does sword technique have to be performed with a sword?"

Chen Feifan thought for a while, but he didn't know what answer Wuwang wanted, so he could only say: "This junior doesn't know."

"Haha. It seems that my little friend already knows what I mean. That is the so-called sword intention."

After being asked this question by Wuwang, Chen Feifan did have some enlightenment and asked cautiously: "Does the senior mean that there is a sword without a sword?"

"Exactly." Wuwang nodded and continued: "Little friend, your Phantom Spirit Sword is not comparable to the swords in your world. It is a sword used by the Immortal School."

"The sword used by the Immortal School?"

"It can also be called a fairy sword."