See Qin Danshuang and the power like a rainbow. WwW, QunabEN, coM are not afraid, with their palms spread out. Xun Qiushui's long sword was drawn out, and he clicked forward three times. Three sword flowers like cold light pierced the void, directly passed through Qin Wushuang's attack wave, and attacked Qin Wushuang's physical body.
These three sword flowers are held together very beautifully, with tricky angles and clever momentum. They are able to break the air current formed by the whip shadows all over the sky, which shows that this person has considerable attainments in the way of the sword.
Qin Wushuang would naturally not be hit by these three sword flowers. He swung the snake-shaped whip violently and swallowed the three sword flowers immediately like a ferocious beast. As soon as the air flow rolled up, it disappeared completely.
"Use a sword?" Qin Wushuang tapped the ground with his toes, took a few steps back, put the snake-shaped whip away, hid it in his waist, suddenly reached into his back, and suddenly pulled out the Ziyang Sword.
"This sword" is called Ziyang, and I just got it today. How about using your Excellency to test the sword? . Qin Wushuang's tone was solemn. He held a Purple Sun Sword in his hand and made only one sword formula, and his aura suddenly grew. There is a vague demeanor of a great master.
Qin Wushuang had studied sword skills countless times in his previous life. However, in this life, although he had occasional insights, this was the first time he actually used them against the enemy.
But this first time is not the first time in the true sense of a rookie.
One person and one sword seemed to have an eternal long-cherished wish. As if they were destined to meet each other, Qin Wushuang held the sword in his hand, and countless sword intentions from his previous life suddenly came to him.
Countless top divine diagonal skills kept emerging in his mind.
"Dugu Nine Swords", "Tai Chi Sword", "Dharma Sword""
No. 8 saw that Qin Wushuang was so confident that he dared to use the sword he got today to fight him, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry. However, since the beginning of the war, he has completely given the initiative to the opponent in terms of momentum.
At this time, the opponent did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, but actually changed weapons midway. This was a good thing for him. He sneered and said: "The sword I got today is used to fight the enemy. Your self-confidence is extraordinary. powerful."
"Haha, it's not that I have strong self-confidence, it's just that my opponent is too weak."
Qin Wushuang's laughter fell, and suddenly he stabbed out a sword with his hands and feet. This sword is mediocre, mediocre at best, and has no kendo skills at all.
But it was this sloppy sword move that surprised No. 8. The air flow from the tip of the sword was like a rolling heat wave. Before he could get close, he already felt an unbearable heat hitting his face.
This sword was Qin Wushuang's tentative sword, which fit the artistic conception of "no move to win, but one to win". It seemed like there was no move, but in fact, behind the sword, there were countless possibilities for different moves.
If the opponent takes this move, then a barrage of moves will follow, overwhelming him and making him unable to escape.
However, Number 8 was very keen, and he saw that Qin Wushuang's sword was completely irregular. Knowing that the relationship was deceitful, he didn't accept it at all, but took a few steps back. The sword vibrated, like a swimming dragon, and quickly flew towards Qin Wushuang. It surged in the air and stabbed out a series of sword lights, calling towards Qin Wushuang's vital parts.
"snort".
No. 8 snorted coldly, and said without stopping every time he stabbed the sword, "I have defeated no less than ten innates with this sword, and you will be no exception!"
As he spoke, his body moved rapidly and did not stop for a moment. Coupled with his body skills, his sword power was extremely fast, and his strike was so fast that onlookers could hardly see the speed of his sword draw.
When Qin Wushuang saw his formation, he knew that he planned to win with speed and a quick sword!
"Comparing speed?" Qin Wushuang smiled inwardly, "Since I debuted, who have I lost to in comparing speed? This guy seems to be proud of his speed, so I will defeat him in terms of speed!"
Qin Wushuang did not neglect either. He had the Purple Sun Sword in his hand and was not in a hurry to attack. Instead, he kept following No. 8 in circles. Following the opponent's attack, he kept changing his steps.
"Ling Yun's Immortal Steps. In terms of absolute speed, it doesn't look very amazing. His small-scale movements and changes are full of weirdness.
This kind of weirdness makes Qin Wushuang look like a ghost in terms of speed, making him completely unpredictable. As a result, the people watching the battle in the audience were naturally amazed.
No. 8's sword skills are certainly fast, but No. 6's body skills are even faster. Not only was it fast, but it was also so weird that they couldn't predict where he would go next.
"Where did this guy come from?" No. 8 attacked for a moment, feeling a little anxious. He had fought many innate disciples before, but he had never encountered one as difficult as the one in front of him. of.
When attacking, he was as powerful as a mad tiger and his momentum was astonishing. When it comes to defense, there is no leakage, and no openings can be found at all.
Such a master should be well-known among the younger generation in Xingluo Palace, but why had he never heard of such a monster in Xingluo Palace beforehand
Could it be that this guy is an innate disciple who just appeared recently
Outside the camp, Wei Yi's expression remained calm, but his surprise was obviously much greater than before. He really didn't expect that this newly promoted young junior fellow student would be so experienced. No matter in terms of movement skills or combat experience, he didn't look like a novice at all. There is no immaturity at all, but only maturity and a demeanor of taking things lightly.
"Senior Brother Wei Zhou Fu's voice suddenly sounded. Junior sister He, Pin, and Cha were sighing with emotion." Wei Yi asked with a smile. "Little sister wants to take back her earlier words." Zhou Fu's eyebrows showed a somewhat happy smile. .
"Oh? Junior sister Zhou said a lot of things today, but I don't know which one she meant?"
"It's what I said earlier when we were outside, regarding who would win the championship, and I said that Senior Brother Wei had foresight." Zhou Fu said with a smile.
"Huh?" Wei Yi laughed dumbly, "Could it be that Junior Sister Zhou has a new understanding?"
"I believe that Senior Brother Wei has also noticed that No. 8 will definitely be defeated." When Zhou Fu said this, she paused deliberately and stared at Wei Yi with a pair of beautiful eyes, as if to observe how he heard this. expression.
Wei Yi smiled faintly: "Innate battles are constantly changing. I'm afraid it's still difficult to draw a conclusion at this time, right?"
In fact, why didn't Wei Yi see No. 8's situation? It seems that they are indeed attacking and taking the initiative. But there was obviously no flaw in the opponent's movement. If such consumption continues, the attacking party will inevitably become restless and restless if the attack fails for a long time. If the impetuous mentality cannot be suppressed, the sword will inevitably lose its rules and allow the opponent to take advantage of it!
Zhou Fu's eyes can naturally see this. Wei Yi was superior to Zhou Fu in terms of cultivation, skills and vision, so it was impossible not to notice.
Sure enough, No. 8 had been unable to attack for a long time, and his mentality had changed slightly. His spiritual power was activated again, and his long robe danced, and suddenly his body skills changed again.
The speed actually increased again, and for a while, rows of afterimages of people appeared on the stage. It was as if No. 8 gave birth to dozens or hundreds of clones in an instant, and they kept greeting Qin Wushuang.
The sword light flashed vertically and horizontally, making a "crackling" sound in the void.
At this time, everyone under the ring had held their breath. They knew that if the battle reached such a stalemate, the winner would not be far away.
Especially Yan Feng, clenching his fists tightly. The moment Qin Wushuang showed the Purple Sun Sword, he recognized it and almost blurted out "Okay". Fortunately, he was still restrained and did not lose his temper too much. But he was already overjoyed.
"Senior Brother Qin, hold on!" Yan Feng pinched his palms fiercely. That No. 8's swordsmanship is really fast, and the coordination of his body skills is completely seamless. If it were these acquired warriors like them who went up, I'm afraid twenty of them would only be killed instantly.
It was so fast that they could not see clearly. Then how difficult the situation for those in power must be! "This No. 8 has probably reached the point where "man and sword become one." realm. In his hand, the sword was no different from his arm. It was too fast and free. "
The crowd exclaimed in admiration. Those who were originally optimistic about Qin Wushuang could not help but waver in their thoughts at this time. They felt that it was impossible for No. 6 to escape unscathed under such a fast sword!
However, how can the innate world be something that acquired warriors like them can speculate on
What seems impossible in their eyes is full of possibilities in the innate world!
Qin Wushuang was very happy. This sword move was indeed fast, but it was only at the level of the "Wind and Thunder Sword". In terms of speed, it may be faster than the "Wind and Thunder Sword", but in terms of ruthlessness and murderous intention, it may not be able to defeat Li Wuji!
Qin Wushuang's Purple Sun Sword suddenly swung, and his body suddenly rolled up, twisting into a tornado. The Purple Sun Sword in his hand spun around, forming a ball of air that seemed both offensive and defensive, and rushed forward like a cannonball. .
He had completely seen through No. 8's sword intention. If the sword intention is seen through, then all the opponent's fast swords are nothing more than a cover-up. As long as you dodge the most deadly sword, all the other virtual swords are just showboating to increase your power.
Ding dong!
Qin Wushuang thrust his Purple Sun Sword forward with incredible speed.
This sword is accurate, direct, and without any errors. The direct hit was able to hold off No. 8's advantage.
When the sword was held up, all the sword movements suddenly lost their meaning, and the focus of the competition suddenly became the competition of spiritual power.
Qin Wushuang urged three times in a row, and the Ziyang Sword made a harsh "buzzing" sound. Only a "click" was heard, and the light of No. 8's autumn-like sword suddenly dimmed. In the dim place, a gap immediately appeared like a saw tooth!
The collision between swords, Biyang Sword, complete victory!
Qin Ruoshuang laughed loudly: "I have learned your sword skills, now let's see my finger sword!"
After saying that, he inserted the Ziyang Sword behind his back, danced his hands, connected his fingertips, and moved his thumbs together, and two "Shaoshang Swords" spurted out, like two dragons playing with pearls, one on the left and one on the right, with two strong waves. Real sword, thrust straight forward.
However, No. 8 did not expect that Qin Wushuang's fingertips could emit sword-like attacks. He quickly returned his sword to block, but this block could only hinder the momentum for a moment.
Qin Wushuang's sword power was ready, and the "Tianmai Condensing Sword" was full of sword intent. The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and it kept thrusting out with the dance of his fingertips. Various sword power came one after another, like raindrops, hitting his head and face.
The force of this sword that was comparable to a bullet was beyond the ability of No. 8 to resist at this time. He only blocked it three or four times before he was hit by a "center thrust sword" on his shoulder, which immediately shot through a large hole, causing blood to flow out. Flow like a note!