Chapter 211 Sword Genius (Part 2)
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Hei Xuan frowned as he watched the sword in front of him chop up all the body-protecting aura, and it wouldn't take long before it would hit him.
"Two breaths!"
The middle-aged man raised a hand, stretched out his five fingers and pressed it slightly, and the Gang Qi shield that was on the verge of collapse was stabilized.
"One breath!" Hei Xuan counted in his heart. He knew that with the next breath, he could use his soul attack again.
Unfortunately, Yi Xifeng's figure appeared behind him earlier. He raised his hand and waved the Hanxing Sword in his hand, and struck Heixuan's body-protecting aura, and the sword blade sank directly into it.
"I don't have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the twelve sword gangs seemed to have found an outlet to vent their anger, and poured into it crazily along the body of the black long sword.
Hei Xuan's eyes suddenly shrank, he waved his hands, and the powerful power of the soul swept in, directly knocking Yi Xifeng away.
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Yi Xifeng's face became a little pale, and he withstood the opponent's powerful soul impact at close range. Even if his soul was sharpened, he was still shaken.
"That last sword was good, does it have a name?" Hei Xuan asked in a deep voice as he looked at Yi Xifeng, who was knocked back more than ten feet and collapsed on the ground.
The fair young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and replied casually: "Flying Star Spirit Sword!"
When Hei Xuan heard the name, he silently recited the words "Double Flying Wings" and "Yidian Tong" that Yi Xifeng had just said twice, thinking of the twelve phoenix shadows that emerged from the formation and merged into the sword gang. At that time, it emitted colorful light.
He shook his sleeves and saw that there were several large tears in the originally neat long sleeves. These openings are neither long nor thin, and are more than three inches long. This is enough to prove that Yi Xifeng's "Dayan Qianji Sword" was really successful!
Hei Xuan didn't care about his sleeves, nor did he care about the outcome of the duel. He just murmured to himself: "The name is well chosen, and it is quite romantic!"
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"Oh my god! Did you see it? They succeeded! They actually hit each other with this shot. This kid is so powerful!"
"The twelve swords just now are unheard of, and they can be used for twelve different purposes at the same time? I'm bound to make a mistake if I try to do both!"
"Is this person's name Yi Xifeng? It seems that there will be another swordsman genius among the inner disciples!"
When these disciples from the outer sect saw that Yi Xifeng had successfully hit Hei Xuan, the few people who had been beaten badly by Hei Xuan immediately started shouting.
Everyone was talking to each other, and the scene was very lively. However, the faces of those involved, especially the five knight-level disciples who participated in the construction of the "God Locking Formation", became a little ugly.
In addition to the girl surnamed Jin who had already sneaked in, and a young man, the remaining three stared at Yi Xifeng, who was standing in the middle of the field, with an expression that looked like they were dealing with a vicious thief. That's right, in the eyes of these five people, Yi Xifeng was an evil thief who took advantage of them, and "Hei Xuan's appreciation" became something that belonged to them.
"Yi Xifeng? You are very good, especially that sword strike just now. It was the most elegant sword strike I have seen in the past few years!" Hei Xuan walked over slowly.
He didn't care about the opinions of the people around him. As a deacon of the Dark Palace, he naturally had a clear control over human nature.
On the contrary, Yi Xifeng, who hit Hei Xuan, turned a little unsightly. He was naturally intelligent, and with his lifetime of experience, his temperament had a touch of 'sly and cunning'.
Yi Xifeng naturally understood that his current situation, being targeted by a group of outer disciples within the sect, was completely inconsistent with his personality.
He doesn't think that he is a "proud son" favored by God. After entering the inner sect, he will be treated and trained by the sect. In fact, the life of the real sect has not changed much, but the brothers around him have changed. From a group of The people have been replaced by a better group.
And the attitude of this group of people is sometimes more important than the importance the master attaches to themselves.
"Thank you, Senior Heixuan, for your noble hand! I was lucky, I used the formation to force you to use your inner energy to break this sleeve into pieces."
Hearing this, a trace of doubt flashed in everyone's eyes, and they all looked at Hei Xuan who was walking back.
The middle-aged man, who looked like a black tower, paused slightly. He naturally knew that the crack was not caused by the agitation of true energy, but was caused by Yi Xifeng's sword slash. But he also knew the opponent's situation. In a Dao Ascension Conference, this brat took the first place in two competitions. This undoubtedly had a huge impact on the outer disciples who had always been pretentious.
"Haha, I didn't say you hit me. I just thought the name of this sword was good, and the sword technique was elegant." Hei Xuan said very cooperatively.
After hearing what he said, everyone breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
As long as Heixuan is not hit, this second round of monitoring is not over. But having said that, let other people go into battle and fight. I'm afraid no one dares to try it.
After all, there are five powerful warriors in the chivalrous realm, plus Yi Xifeng, whose strength is obviously higher than that of the ordinary chivalrous warrior. No one will think that they are stronger than them.
Therefore, the scene became a little awkward for a while, and everyone's hostile attitude was also removed from Yi Xifeng.
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Compared with the complex thoughts of the outer disciples in the Lecture Pavilion, the people who had been watching the battle on the mountain peak opposite the mountain stream really had a different scene.
"Who is this young man?! He actually succeeded!"
"Dragon and Phoenix Transformation! This fair young man's formation skills are also extraordinary, but the sword strike just now was so sharp, so elegant and tricky, it's hard to believe it was a man-made strike!"
"It's simply a stroke of genius! A sword from heaven! This boy's future is limitless."
"It's just that the sword moves performed by this brat just now don't feel like the Kung Fu of the Zhenwu Dao Hall."
Many of the onlookers were powerful men from various sects. They could naturally tell that in the battle just now, Hei Xuan didn't give in at all. It was Yi Xifeng's sharp swordsmanship that won the battle at the last moment. Before Hei Xuan's soul could attack, he touched the opponent's hands.
Originally, he could have cut Hei Xuan's arm directly with that sword, but he did not do so. It wasn't that Yi Xifeng was afraid of the other party, but that he simply felt there was no point in doing so.
The kid who had been chirping and commenting on Yi Xifeng just stared blankly at the field opposite. He never expected that a fair-skinned young man whom he had always disliked would break his grandfather's judgment and actually win this test.
The old man beside him kept squinting his eyes. He is naturally envious of Yi Xifeng's talent, and other people's children naturally find others to hate. But it still couldn't stop him from praising Yi Xifeng:
"Zhenwu Daodian, a veritable swordsman genius!"
