Life and death duel, each has his destiny.
Generally speaking, only the hatred that cannot be solved will establish a "life and death state", and when the brave meets on a narrow road, the brave wins, and in the end only one person can survive.
In other words, today's trial meeting is very likely to cause death.
Of course, for those onlookers, watching the excitement is not a big deal, and they want to make some noise.
"Yang Shaolong forged a ninth-level body, only one step away was to become true qi, what is the difference between Qin Feng and a weak chicken in front of him? What a fool..."
"Hey, I guess within ten moves, Qin Feng will be defeated."
"After signing the status of life and death, whoever loses will have to die. Qin Feng is tired of living, right?"
There was a lot of discussion around the martial arts field, and almost everyone began to gloat and want to see Qin Feng's jokes.
but.
Qin Feng is very calm. He has experienced too many scenes. The spirit and will are ten or a hundred times stronger than ordinary people, which is beyond ordinary people's imagination.
You know, when the Dragon Race and the Demon Race fought each other, Qin Feng singled out the seven Demon Lords without frowning.
Yang Shaolong didn't even count as a fart in his eyes.
With his hands on his back and a relaxed expression, Qin Feng strolled on the stage of life and death.
Opposite him, Yang Shaolong sneered, his eyes flashed with sharp cold light, and murderous aura was constantly brewing.
He is holding a silver long sword, shining in the sun, fluctuating with a palpable edge.
This is a middle-grade magic weapon "Autumn Water Sword", which can cut iron like mud, blow the hair and break it, if used properly, it can even break the copper skin and iron bones.
With Yang Shaolong's cultivation base, coupled with this Qiu Shui sword, the combat power is really terrifying.
"You don't need a sword?"
Seeing Qin Feng's empty hand, Yang Shaolong was stunned.
"Why use a sword to deal with you?" Qin Feng smiled lightly.
As soon as this remark came out, the surrounding disciples became violent, and even the deacon of Emperor Xuanzong was surprised.
Forging body 7th dan vs.forging body 9th dan, and empty-handed against the long sword, isn't this looking for death
"This son is extremely talented, but unfortunately, too arrogant." A deacon shook his head and sighed.
"Indeed. When you can't control the situation, blind arrogance will only cost your lives." The other deacons also nodded in agreement.
Yang Shaolong's face was blue, the corners of his mouth twitched, and the blue veins on his forehead were violent.
He is the first person in the Jiangzhou Martial Arts Academy, and it is a shame to be so despised by others.
"court death!"
Yang Shaolong roared violently, blood surged in his body, and the long sword in his hand was suddenly cut out.
call out--
A ray of silver sword light burst out of the air, mixed with a bit of cold murderous aura, slashed towards Qin Feng's head.
The sword was fast and ruthless, like a stream of light, flashing away.
For others, it is almost impossible to avoid this sword, but Qin Feng is not afraid.
"Your sword is fast, but unfortunately it's too rigid."
Qin Feng smiled indifferently, and instead of retreating, he rushed forward facing the sword.
"Wow..."
Seeing this, there was an uproar in the crowd.
Faced with this kind of fast sword, it doesn't matter if you don't hide, but you still bump your head up? Is this guy's brain flooded
Yang Shaolong also never expected that Qin Feng was so bold and didn't take the usual path, which also made his mind fluctuate.
"go to hell."
In a flash of thought, Yang Shaolong's sword cut down.
But at the same time, Qin Feng's body was short, lying down, like a loach, and directly passed through Yang Shaolong's body.
Cang...
Yang Shaolong's sword moves were already old, and there was no time to change. A sword smashed into the ground, and a large spark came out.
"not good."
Yang Shaolong's heart tightened, his hairs exploded, and a strong breath of danger came from behind.
"Get me down."
As soon as Qin Feng punched out, the blazing inner breath condensed into a gang, directly blasting into the pocket of Yang Shaolong's vest.
boom!
Yang Shaolong didn't have time to dodge at all, his whole body was like a sandbag, he was blasted high, and he fell seven or eight feet away.
If it weren't for his strong background, his internal organs would be shattered by this punch.
"What? Yang Shaolong was blown away by a punch?"
"What's the matter? Shouldn't it?"
"Is Yang Shaolong too weak, or Qin Feng too strong? Am I dazzled?"
Outside the martial arts arena, the pot immediately exploded.
Even the deacons of Emperor Xuanzong's eyes lit up, and they all showed a bit of shock.
Empty-handed against a hand-to-hand sword, not retreating but advancing, but also to beat the opponent's weakness...
The most important thing is that the whole process was smooth and smooth, and it was just like a handyman. It was unbelievable.
"It's not easy to break the blade with bare hands, just with this courage." A deacon couldn't help but admire.
"Yang Shaolong's swordsmanship is more than ferocious, but it hasn't changed enough. Qin Feng can see through this at a glance, and he thought of a way to crack the sword for the first time, this..."
The other deacons also looked at each other, feeling incredible.
Of course, the most incredible person is probably Yang Shaolong himself.
He got up in embarrassment, looking angered, staring at Qin Feng, but his eyes were full of shock and horror.
On the other hand, Qin Feng still carried his hands on his back, calm and relaxed.
The posture of these two people formed a strong contrast at this moment, and even gave people an illusion, as if Yang Shaolong was not facing an ordinary disciple, but a martial arts master.
"Shaolong, fight for your breath..."
Tang Yurou's shout came from the crowd.
Yang Shaolong glanced over, seeing Tang Yurou's slightly disappointed look, suddenly an indescribable anger rose in his heart.
In front of your own woman, you can't be ashamed of saying anything.
"Little beast, come again."
Yang Shaolong shouted angrily and waved his long sword, and the sword light shattered, like a meteor in the night rain, extremely gorgeous.
"this is… "
Seeing this scene, the expressions of the people of Emperor Xuanzong changed, and they all frowned.
"This is my Emperor Xuanzong's sword technique'Sword Qi Division Zong', how did he learn it?" The headed deacon's face was slightly dark, and he looked a little unhappy.
"Yang Shaolong also has an older brother, Yang Shaotian, who is an inner disciple I sent. Most of this sword technique was passed on to him by Yang Shaotian privately." Someone replied.
At the same moment.
On the stage of life and death, sword rain was all over the sky.
The sword qi condensed from the inner breath, like a cage, locked Qin Feng tightly in it.
"What a powerful sword technique, this time Qin Feng is dead."
Many disciples in the audience opened their eyes and exclaimed again and again.
Yang Shaolong also sneered, "Even if I expose this set of swordsmanship, I will kill you."
Hearing this, the corner of Qin Feng's mouth raised slightly, but there was no hint of panic.
This flood of sword rain is chaotic, seemingly changing and inevitable, but in fact, it is always changing. As long as it is a sword move, there will always be flaws.
Moreover, with Yang Shaolong's cultivation base, it is obvious that he has only learned some of the fur of the "Sword Qi Division", which has its shape, no god, and bluff.
"The swordsmanship was originally good, but unfortunately, it was ruined by you." Qin Feng smiled calmly.