Tang Ye was amazed when he saw it: "Big brother... You actually use silk thread as a weapon?"
"The world is the softest, and the strongest in the world."
Ming Feizhen retracted the silk thread woven into the net very quickly. Then, the silk thread is gradually spread out from the finger, like a spider spinning silk.
"You've seen swords meet, and swords break. But have you ever seen one that cuts off flowing water? Even silk threads can be cut without any effort?"
Feijian formed again and launched the third round of offensive. This time, it was different from the previous two, and it was a brand new offensive. The three attacks were completely different, and each one seemed to be a mature technique.
The spider silk on Ming Feizhen's ten fingers was also thrown out at the same time.
More than 20 celestial spider silks, like 20 whips, swept through the Feijian group. Every celestial spider silk hits the flying sword and smashes the flying sword. Because the spider silk is thin and the flying sword is wide, more than twenty celestial spider silks keep the space in front of Ming Feizhen impregnable. It's hard to tell the winner for a while.
Tang Ye was dazzled and excited: "What kind of martial arts is this, I have never seen it before."
"This is my own martial art. It is the only martial art I use to do it with others."
Ming Feizhen used the spider silk in his left hand to wrap around the hundreds of swords in the front, making it into a big hammer. Using his internal strength, he smashed the blade behind him, making it difficult to take a step beyond the thunderous pool. Then the Phantom Flying Sword could not be mastered for a long time, and it disappeared without a trace. The flying sword behind continued to fly towards Ming Feizhen.
Mingfei was really unhurried and lifted the silk thread in his right hand.
"I gave this martial art a name, called Ye Luo Tiansi."
With a wave of the five fingers of the right hand, the spider silk galloped like the wind, like a tidal wave, like a long whip about one foot wide, slammed on the sword array with a 'smack'. The leading blade shattered into pieces!
After it is clear that it is not true, it will be done in the same way. The left hand and the right hand alternately threw out the spider silk, wave after wave, simply and rudely smashed the flying sword into pieces. Continuing to act like this, he faced off for more than half an hour. Ming Feizhen didn't completely smash Feijian, but Feijian couldn't help him. After the ten thousand flying swords shattered, they reappeared, and the number did not decrease at all.
The strength of both sides is extremely strong, and the strong Tangye almost could not stand still against the strong wind blowing down.
Tang Ye panted and said, "Brother, it's not a solution for this sword formation to continue like this. Can this really break the formation?"
Ming Feizhen said lightly: "These flying swords are all driven by a sword intent. Sometimes manpower is exhausted, but everything in the world is like that. Sword intent will also come to an end. Don't you see clearly, every round of offensive It's all different. It's like a swordsman attacking with a different trick."
"Yes." Tang Ye said quietly: "I also think that these flying swords fly in a regular manner. I have been counting since just now. There are a total of thirty-four sets of sword formations. It is the same number as the inscription on the white wall. .But this sword formation will be repeated, and this will be endless."
"Don't you think it's strange?" Ming Feizhen smashed the flying sword with another swipe, as if he had grasped something, and smiled confidently: "Since it will repeat, how can you count thirty-four sets so quickly. Sword formation. If some sword moves are repeated, how do you know it must be thirty-four moves?"
Tang Ye suddenly said: "It's because this sword formation is performed according to a certain law. I counted it from the beginning, and the thirty-four moves did not repeat. The thirty-fifth move after that began to repeat."
"Yes, this sword formation has a pattern. And this pattern is the answer to this charade."
Ming Feizhen suddenly changed his tactics, Ye Luo Tiansi used a completely different attacking routine from before, but Tang Ye could see clearly that this was one of the thirty-four sword techniques. Ming Feizhen shouted: "Four!"
This move has no power, and it was originally a masterpiece among these sword moves. Although Ming Feizhen is not good at martial arts, he has seen it for the seventh time, and he has learned a lot about his posture. He simulates swordsmanship with Ye Luotiansi, which is not inferior to the real sword at all. Ye Luo Tiansi can attack with multiple ends, which greatly improves the power. If Mingfei really takes a sword, with his swordsmanship, I am afraid that he will fail.
As soon as this move left the engraved swordsmanship, Feijian changed his routine for the first time, and all of them retreated a few feet. This has never happened before, even if it was smashed.
Ming Feizhen laughed and said, "As expected."
Ye Luo Tiansi continued to attack, and changed his tactics again, either elegant, or dangerous, or majestic, or clever.
"Six! Twenty-two! Twenty-four! Eleven!"
These tricks are all derived from the swordsmanship engraved by Shenzhou. The Wan-handed Feijian was beaten blindly and did not fight back. Rao is that these tricks themselves are wonderful, but it is not that the real swordsmanship is too bad, and it can't use one-twelfth of the power, but it also restrains them.
"One three! Twenty nine! Three one!"
The Wan-handed Feijian was forced to retreat more and more, and he did not dare to move forward.
Tang Ye asked curiously, "What's going on?"
"These thirty-four swordsmanships are not a set of swordsmanship. Twenty-six of them are from one set of swordsmanship, but there are eight others from another set of swordsmanship. My great master combined the two sets of swordsmanship to write together. The engraved characters are confusing and difficult to distinguish. In fact, the two sets of swordsmanship are completely different. The former is only a top-notch swordsmanship, while the latter is a set of truly unparalleled and peerless swordsmanship. , there are only these eight tricks."
Ming Feizhen took back the Sky Spider Silk and said easily: "I have been paying attention to the difference in sword moves while I was fighting back. I noticed the difference. The only way to solve the puzzle is to fight back with these eight moves. These flying swords are really honest. "
Tang Ye frowned and said, "Isn't it a bit too honest... Why haven't they returned yet?"
After the eighth move, Feijian kept retreating, far and far, until it touched the roof. This star-picking building was originally built for stargazing, and the roof is higher than the palace. Feijian flew directly to the top, as if preparing for a run-up.
Ming Fei really saw it as bizarre, and suddenly said: "This is the last blow set by Master Tai in order to eliminate those who know the secret. These flying swords are formed by the illusion in my heart, that is, they will gather my inner strength and attack directly. Down."
Tang Ye frowned and said, "If you know the secret, you have to kill it? Then why would someone try to crack it?"
Ming Fei really spread his hands and said, "Who made him my great master. I can't do anything about being willful."
"This is the last blow... Brother, can you stand it?"
Mingfei really avoided and didn't answer, but calmly said: "You know what? Ye Luo Tiansi is a martial art. I have created seven completely different ways to use it. Named the Seven Kings Line."
"Wait, what's the use of saying this now? Feijian is coming!"
Whoosh! The first sword plunged straight down from the distant night sky, slaughtering with the breath of death as if death had descended.
Ming Feizhen stared at the flying sword that had turned into a cold light, but tilted his head slightly. Feijian passed through his thick hair with a slight difference, and Tang Ye was horrified when he saw it.
Ming Feizhen continued.
"Who said it doesn't matter, this is the most important thing."
"Wait! Here again!"
However, there was no chance for them to breathe, and more flying swords carried more fierce energy. It was crushed like a natural disaster. Tang Ye suddenly felt familiar with this sense of oppression, which was exactly the feeling Ming Feizhen gave him when he fought against him.
This Wanjian possesses the inner strength of Mingfei, plus the swordsmanship of the hero of Shenzhou. How to resist.
He heard a quiet voice in his ears.
"The world is the most soft than water, there is no gap, no gap, no gap. It is dense and dense, the small is silent, and the huge is turbulent.
Ming Fei really closed his eyes, and when he finished reciting the magic formula, the flying sword also flew to the center of his eyebrows.
He finally opened his eyes.
"Water King Line."
The fierce and fierce Feijian suddenly retreated a lot! If you look closely, you can see that silk threads have been wrapped around the hilts for some time. At the same time that Mingfei really closed his eyes, these days spider silk seemed to come alive, climbed out of the nest, placed it where it should be, and held the flying sword halfway.
Suddenly, there was an indescribable appearance on the spider silk, which almost made people doubt his eyes, but it did exist and was flexible. Flexible as water.
In the past, the spider silk was a weapon like a rope and whip chain, but now, it is like a stream of water.
The celestial spider silk swayed several waves like a horizontal plane, just hitting the flying sword aside.
The flying sword, which fell like a torrential rain, was intercepted by one after another of torrents and waterfalls. Heavenly spider silk was like a river bursting its banks, gushing out from Ming Feizhen's hands, sending Feijian's momentum into chaos. The celestial spider silk in his hand is no longer one by one, but a wave of sea waves.
Feijian couldn't stop falling, but it seemed to sink into the sea, losing all its lethality. The ocean current caught the flying sword in the air, but there were still more and more swift flying swords that continued to fall, becoming a stalemate.