Although Tong Zhan knew very well that he was no match for Nangong Bingyu, he did not believe that the latter could break through his steel body without consuming him completely, so he said those somewhat provocative words.
In fact, it was not a provocation, it was just that he wanted to vent his anger after being bullied by Nangong Bingyu for a long time.
On the side, the three people on the first night looked at the somewhat confused Tongzhan, and Wuming directly showed sympathy in his eyes.
"oh?"
Faced with Tong Zhan's provocation, Nangong Bingyu's eyebrows were raised like distant mountains, and her eyes as bright as the moon flickered: "Since you want to see me so much, then I will help you."
After saying that, Nangong Bingyu retracted the ice sword directly, and a dark steel long sword appeared in her hand. She bowed her body slightly, making a gesture of drawing the sword, and the sharp sword intent suddenly spread.
At first, Tong Zhan didn't care too much, but when he felt the sharp sword intent, his expression instantly became solemn, and then he did not hesitate to mobilize Qi to further increase the toughness of the steel body.
A sword roar was like the roar of a dragon from the Nine Heavens, and the monstrous sword intent shot straight into the sky, as if it was about to cut open the entire world.
The sudden increase in sword intent by ten times shocked Tong Zhan's mind instantly. When he woke up, he only felt a heat in his left chest and blood gurgling out.
Looking down, Tong Zhan found a half-foot-long wound on his chest. Fortunately, the wound was less than half an inch. To him, this level was just a flesh wound, and it did not even affect his combat effectiveness.
However, Tong Zhan knew very well that this must be because Nangong Bingyu was merciful, otherwise the previous sword would have been severely injured even if it couldn't kill him.
"This this……"
Tong Zhan looked at Nangong Bingyu in disbelief: "You, when did you master such a powerful swordsmanship?!"
Without waiting for Nangong Bingyu's answer, he turned to look at Qi Ye: "Brother Ye, could it be the swordsmanship you taught Nangong? That's right. If she hadn't taught her this swordsmanship, how could she follow you with her personality? Discuss."
Obviously, Tong Zhan didn't know that Nangong Bingyu had mastered the art of slashing the sky and drawing the sword a long time ago.
Not only him, but the entire Tianwei Mercenary Group knew that there were not many monks in Nangong Bingyu who practiced swordsmanship, because she had never shown such swordsmanship in front of outsiders.
"That's not what I taught her."
On the first night, he hurriedly shook his head to disassociate himself from the relationship. At the end, he added: "On the contrary, it was she who taught us this swordsmanship."
"Here, Nangong, you hide it really well."
Naturally, Tong Zhan would not doubt what he said on the first night. When he thought of something, his voice suddenly rose a bit: "What, Brother Ye, you have also mastered this kind of swordsmanship. Is it possible that this kind of swordsmanship is the skill you mentioned before? !”
"That's not entirely true. What I want to use are other methods."
He didn't hide it on the first night, and then he chuckled and said: "I won't tell you what the method is now, but I will use it for you to see when we spar later."
"good!"
Tong Zhan nodded. For the first time in his mind, this method was more powerful than the swordsmanship performed by Nangong Bingyu. For a moment, he looked forward to it even more.
"Don't spread the word that I am proficient in swordsmanship, otherwise..."
Nangong Bingyu's face was fierce, and she threatened Tong Zhan directly.
"Definitely not, definitely!"
Tong Zhan said hurriedly, and then he glanced at First Night beside him: "Otherwise, if Brother Ye shows up in the future, everyone will know that you two are colluding together. The word collusion is not used well. Anyone will suspect that you two are having an affair. Uh, it doesn’t seem right either…”
"Do you think my Sky-Destroying Sword Drawing Technique only has this power? Do you want to try it again?"
"I was wrong, I was wrong."
Tong Zhan hurriedly admitted his mistake, and then he looked at the first night for help.
"Based on what you said before, I still hope that Beauty Bingyu will take a heavy hand."
I didn't say in a good mood on the first night.
"Ahem..."
After coughing a few times to relieve the embarrassment, Tong Zhan looked at Nangong Bingyu curiously: "Nangong, how much force did you retain in that sword strike before?"
"About 30%."
Nangong Bingyu said calmly.
"What, 30% of the power is left?!"
Tong Zhan was stunned, and then he turned to look at Qi Yiye: "Brother Ye, you said before that you also practiced this kind of swordsmanship, so how is the power of your swordsmanship compared to Nangong's?"
"I have only practiced this kind of swordsmanship for a day or two, and the power is naturally much worse than the one used by the Bingyu beauty."
First Night said, seeing Tong Zhan heaving a sigh of relief, he continued: "If you use it with all your strength, it will be slightly weaker than what she used before."
"What, slightly weaker than what she cast?!"
Tong Zhan's face was full of disbelief: "Doesn't this mean that I can break through my steel body!"
"A slight difference makes a thousand miles. Maybe it can't be broken because of this small difference."
The first night said casually: "So you don't have to worry, not to mention you can still avoid it."
"I want to dodge. That sword obviously has a soul attack. Can I dodge it?"
Tong Zhan said angrily, but when he thought of something, he felt as if he had grasped a life-saving straw: "Nangong's mental power is much stronger than that of ordinary monks. Only the swordsmanship performed in this way will have an extremely powerful frightening effect. Brother Ye, your mental strength should not be comparable to Well, I still have a chance to escape."
"Of course it's not as good as the beauty of Bingyu..."
"Although the effect of the Heaven-Destroying Sword Drawing Technique he used to shock the soul is worse than mine, it is only slightly worse."
"Uh, farewell. You can just pretend that I haven't been here or that I went to the wrong door."
…
On the first night, he finally stopped Tong Zhan. He smiled and said, "It's just a competition. It's just a competition."
"This is not a competition, they are clearly treating me as a target."
Tong Zhan said angrily: "Before, I was worried that you were no match for Tong Wei and the others. Now it seems that I should be worried about Tong Wei and the others, not you."
"That kind of powerful swordsmanship can only be used once or twice. It consumes too much. You must know that our manpower is far inferior to Tong Wei and the others."
The first night hurriedly explained: "What's more, Tong Wei and the others may break through to the bone quenching stage at any time. It's not that easy for us to defeat them."
"That's true. What's more, your attainments in swordsmanship are much worse than Nangong's. It's still difficult to defeat Tong Wei and the others."
Tong Zhan murmured to himself, but soon he realized something and asked: "Then why did you ask me to come here? Having Nangong as your training partner is enough. Could it be that you were bullied by Nangong and wanted to find someone to bully you?"
"Of course not, but..."
Having said this, he looked at Wuming on the first night, or to be precise, the little spirit next to him: "Little spirit needs to watch the monks fight to have a chance to understand the corresponding superpowers, and among our friends, you are the only one who has awakened the metallic superpower. Yes, so..."
"I'm sorry, I'm not even a sparring partner. I'm just used as a demonstration for the Soul-Eating Spirit Spider?!"
Tong Zhan almost went berserk, but in the end he said angrily: "I thought I was invincible at the same level. Ahem, I have few opponents. It doesn't matter if I was defeated by Nangong. It doesn't matter if I was defeated by you by chance. Now I find that none of you are. If you can bully me, how can you live like this?"
Some people died, but not completely...
