The entire martial arts arena was eerily silent, only the boy in black who had been waiting with his eyes closed suddenly raised his head and took a deep look at Meng Fuyao.
He hadn't had time to retract his gaze, but the next moment, a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and a figure had already rushed towards him like lightning, because the movement and strength were too fast and too strong, so that there was even a faint crackling sound in the air.
Before the person arrived, the snow-white fingers had already been stretched out through the air, and a black dagger on the fingertips was flickering dimly, and the fierce wind swept past, hitting his eyes directly!
Only one move, fast, ruthless and accurate, the tricky and vicious angle of the attack is even more unimaginable, the challenger is not very good, the Xuanyuan sword faction all gasped, and were all stunned.
This move is a perfect combination of strength, angle and speed... I am afraid that no one in the sword sect can use it except Shizun...
The young man in the arena sneered, moved his heel and took three steps back like flowing water. With a backhand slash, the green steel long sword pierced out of his armpit like a snake, and shot straight at Meng Fuyao's chest.
The two swords collided, and there was a clanging sound, which made everyone in the audience tremble, and even the violent wind seemed to stop.
Jianfeng broke up the bun, and the black hair scattered like mist. Meng Fuyao shook his head, and a strand of long hair was biting between the red lips and white teeth, which was shockingly vivid and gorgeous.
The black-clothed boy on the opposite side's eyes flashed, his long sword was raised obliquely, and countless snow-colored electric arcs flashed in a flash, and the hair of Meng Fuyao who was rushing forward was pulled straight, and then fell silently like green smoke.
The hair fell down, and the soft arc bent in the air, and suddenly disappeared out of thin air.
The whole audience exclaimed, but the heads of the several sects showed expressions of astonishment, their hair disappeared, it seemed that they were crushed instantly by Meng Fuyao who flew over without avoiding him. Feminine things are hard to destroy, what kind of internal strength does this woman practice, she can release her strength outwards, destroying things invisible
The head of Baishan finally began to look at the thin woman in the field, but there was still no worry in his expression. It could be seen that although this woman had excellent swordsmanship, her skill was slightly insufficient. Compared with Wuhenjian, who has had many adventures, has rich experience in fighting enemies, and has been famous for many years, it is still a bit short of heat.
want to win? Think beautifully.
He moved comfortably in his seat, smiled and stroked his beard.
In the arena, after the first round of evenly matched moves, two figures, one black and one black, were already fighting together in the blink of an eye. Both of them moved extremely fast, and the onlookers only felt the strong wind blowing against their faces and suffocating their breath. The figure is as dazzled as a butterfly wearing a flower, and the color of black and white is tumbling, dancing on the broad white stone ground with colorful streamers. Wherever it passes, the complete and smooth ground continuously extends tiny cracks, intertwined vertically and horizontally. , like a weird picture.
Seeing that Meng Fuyao's swordsmanship was obviously superior and more powerful than Xuanyuan Sword Sect, people from other sects gradually grew surprised, but those from Xuanyuan Sword Sect had already stared out of their eyes.
This is the Meng Fuyao who comes last in sword competitions in his sect every time? This is the Meng Fuyao who was not even approved to learn Xuanyuan internal skills because of his poor aptitude? This kind of swordsmanship is light, nimble, sublime, and extraordinary in artistic conception, even in this sect, it is inferior. Where did she practice it
Seventh senior brother who had just shoved Meng Fuyao took a breath, and murmured, "The hundredth move, the senior brother was under that man's sword just now, and he didn't survive ten moves..."
The sixth senior brother beside him swallowed with a thud, the sound made him startled.
Amidst the exclamation and uproar, Pei Yuan's expression changed. She had just stepped on Meng Fuyao's feet, and in a blink of an eye, Meng Fuyao showed a strength that even she was far behind, and a layer of iron-blue haze gradually appeared between her brows. .
In contrast, only Lin Xuanyuan looked the calmest. He lightly tapped the bow of the seat with his fingers, with a hint of thought in his expression.
The competition in the arena has come to an end.
The green steel long sword suddenly broke through the black light curtain, and silently approached Meng Fuyao's wrist, slid lightly like running water, and slid towards Meng Fuyao's heart.
The strong wind is like a thread, wanting to end his life.
But Meng Fuyao suddenly smiled at the black-clothed boy who was bullying him.
She was waiting for this moment.
The white teeth suddenly bit the red lip, and a little blood bead burst out as bright as coral. With a blow of luck, Meng Fuyao, the mellow blood bead merged with the instantly improved third level of breaking the sky, shot out.
The surrounding air immediately became moist and heavy, condensed into a whitish mist, and then was dyed light red by the blood droplet, and covered the young man in black with a hush, twisting and flying like a net, covering his sight.
Just this moment of shock.
Flipping five fingers, the dagger in Meng Fuyao's palm flipped flexibly, the light of the sword suddenly soared, and a magnificent fan-shaped light curtain was opened with a bang. In the dazzling light curtain, a slender sword that was almost invisible to the naked eye White light poured out like flowing water, a cold light flashed, and with a bang, it shot towards the opponent's chest!
The third move of the Nine Heavens Breaking Swordsmanship, "Bi Luo Liu Dian"!
Like lightning bursting from above the sky, crossing the sea and the wilderness in an instant.
The extremely short distance, the extremely strong force, and that cold light will grab and kill life at a speed that ordinary people cannot avoid!
The sound of the wind was extremely fierce, with murderous aura like a sharp edge, so that the air was rubbed vigorously, making a sharp sound like a ghost howling.
The exclamation erupted, and the head of Baishan and others suddenly stood up from their seats. Lin Xuanyuan, who was on the chair pensively knocking his fingers, was also startled by the force of the killing, and knocked his fingers on the empty space.
A disciple who was standing closer groaned and covered his face and backed away. After a while, thin blood flowed from between his fingers.
He was injured in the face by the overflowing true qi.
Such a sharp and threatening move, almost impossible to escape, caused the people who stood up in shock to look at each other with chills in their hearts.
The young man's eyesight and reaction were excellent, his cold light rose, and he was still hidden in the light curtain. He hastily retreated, and the black shadow turned over like an angry dragon in a flash. , Rao was still a step too late, there was a soft crack in the silence, a white awn pierced through his shoulder bones, and a huge blood flower bloomed brilliantly behind his slightly thin shoulders.
The young man fell to the ground, staggering and unsteady, Meng Fuyao smiled and straightened his sleeves, standing erect in the wind.
Meng Fuyao won.
Master Baishan's complexion changed drastically. There will be rules in the sword trial, and one should not rely on more to win. He is sure that among the disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, none can match the boy in black, so the strongest among the masters of the sect After the head of the Qingcheng Sword Sect lost a move against Lin Xuanyuan, he was also confident, but he didn't want to be disturbed by this ugly girl who suddenly appeared, and he couldn't help but secretly hated himself for being so mean, otherwise the ugly girl would have left , where can such a strange change occur.
There was silence in the martial arts arena, and the disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect looked at Meng Fuyao in a daze. Under the sunlight, the woman's long hair and black clothes fluttered, her lower jaw was raised slightly, and she raised a delicate and smooth arc. Looking around with a smile, the fleeting glance was a bit brighter than the sun.
Some people who had laughed at her before, shrank back involuntarily when she glanced over.
With a sneer in his mouth, Meng Fuyao threw the dagger with a snap, and the blade sank three inches into the ground with a click, a chi-long crack appeared on the white stone ground, which looked like a cold and mocking mouth.
The red tassels on the sword fluttered and fluttered in the wind, showing off wantonly, burning those unspeakable eyes.
The neat and exquisite white stone floor of the Martial Arts Hall was destroyed by Meng Fuyao, but no one in the audience spoke.
The black-clothed boy walked to the door without turning his head, and suddenly turned around, his cold eyes bumping into Meng Fuyao who lifted his head from the cloth scarf.
Looking at each other, the young man's eyes were full of divine light, like waves on the sea, rolling over and over again.
Meng Fuyao looked back at him calmly, his eyes were clear, like a bright moon born on the sea.
The young man suddenly showed a strange expression, raised his eyes and glanced behind Meng Fuyao, then turned around and strode away.
Meng Fuyao turned around in a bit of bewilderment, and found that Lin Xuanyuan had come behind him without a sound.
Meng Fuyao was startled, and quickly backed away, suddenly dizzy.
A strong wind with a fishy smell suddenly rolled up.
"boom!"