Sun Ying was confident that his sword could split a piece of high rock half a person's height. This small dagger could easily cut it into pieces.
Unexpectedly, what surprised him was that Nie Qingwu's small dagger not only blocked the nine-hole broadsword, but also a powerful recoil force came out from the inconspicuous small dagger, cutting a rice-sized gap on the neat edge of his cold iron nine-ring sword.
His face changed involuntarily, he felt extremely painful in his heart and was secretly shocked. What kind of dagger is this? It is sharper than my nine-hole broadsword which is made of 60% cold iron
How could he know that this small dagger was not only made entirely of thousand-year-old cold iron, but also made of the hardest star-patterned steel in the ancient martial arts world.
Moreover, Nie Qingwu was only defending and had not yet used his full strength to attack, otherwise the Nine-Ring Cold Iron Knife would have made a hole much larger than the size of a grain of rice.
Seeing that Sun Ying no longer had a smug smile and had a face that looked like he had eaten shit, Nie Qingwu laughed disdainfully: "What's wrong? Your sword is broken, why don't you use a good sword to fight me? Don't you have a lot of good weapons in Taiyi Sect? Do you want one? I'll wait for you, go get a new sword and fight me again."
Sun Ying's face turned red and then pale, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. This nine-ring cold iron sword was one of the few treasures of the Taiyi Sect. If it couldn't block the small flying knife, what other weapon could block it
He forced a smile and said, "It's just a broken blade. It's no big deal. There's no need to change weapons. I'll just use this to fight you."
He quickly drew back the sword and was about to chop it down again when Nie Qingwu's hands flew in the air. Two flying knives with cold gleaming light flew out of his hands, one on the left and one on the right, drawing a graceful arc in the air, as fast as a startled wild goose, and flew directly into Sun Ying's brows.
When Sun Ying saw the flying knives coming, he drew his sword and blocked them. Ding ding, there were two crisp sounds of metal clashing, and the two flying knives were blocked by the nine-hole silver ring sword.
It was blocked, and then silver light flashed, like flying jade flowers, and two silver rings were cut off and fell to the ground.
"Oh my dear, the nine-ring broadsword has become seven-ring."
Sun Ying's face twitched in pain.
He shattered the silver ring on Sun Ying's Nine-Ring Knife, and the knife flew into the air and was then retracted into his hand. Several sect leaders in the stands were amazed at the sight.
Zen Master Zhikong said in amazement: "Amitabha, this girl's flying knife is just like the legendary sword-controlling technique."
Yue Zhuoqun looked disdainful and said, "This is far from the sword-controlling technique. It's probably like a boomerang. She tampered with the flying knife to facilitate its return."
Mr. Mo Da shook his head: "Her flying knife is probably close to the level of a quasi-spiritual weapon. She can be in tune with the flying knife, so she can recall the flying knife in time. It is somewhat similar to the legendary sword-controlling technique."
Whoosh, whoosh, a cold light flashed, and another flying knife came flying.
A ferocious look flashed in Sun Ying's eyes, and she suddenly spun around Nie Qingwu, as fast as a phantom.
Sun Ying was circling around Nie Qingwu while dancing with the nine-hole cold iron knife in his hand. He swung the knife with great force and the silver snakes danced wildly.
A strange phenomenon occurred. There were three afterimages in the silver sword light.
Nie Qingwu couldn't help but look nervous. She couldn't tell which of the three afterimages was the real Sun Ying and which two were phantoms. The four flying knives were shot out at the same time, three times in a row, and all passed through the phantoms.
Not only did he fail to hit Sun Ying, but he also slashed her with his sword, cutting off a few strands of her ponytail hair. If she hadn't lowered her head a little faster, it might not have been those strands of hair that fell off.
Nie Qingwu was confident that his flying knife was indestructible and extremely accurate, and Sun Ying couldn't block it at all.
However, the silver ring on the opponent's cold iron nine-hole knife emitted silver light while dancing, and Sun Ying's lightning-fast body movements created two phantoms that were exactly the same as Sun Ying, making it impossible for her to confirm which one was the real Sun Ying and which was the phantom.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the agreed time of twenty minutes was about to arrive. Nie Qingwu shot out and retracted her flying knife, and even danced four times in a row, like flowers scattered by a fairy, but still failed to hurt a corner of Sun Ying's clothes.
Nie Qingwu looked at the three figures and felt a little upset. Sweat oozed from her forehead and her brows were slightly wrinkled. She looked at Ye Feng on the podium for help.
Ye Feng was also amazed. He didn't expect that the silver rings of the Cold Iron Nine-Ring Knife did not confuse people's minds with sound, but confused their vision. Seeing that Nie Qingwu suffered a loss, he was also a little annoyed. Why did these guys always do these evil things? Why couldn't they fight openly
The silver light and the phantom are meant to confuse people and make it impossible for them to judge which one is the real thing and which one is the phantom. They take advantage of the gap between the real and the unreal and launch a sneak attack on the enemy.
To Ye Feng, this trick is nothing but a trifle. As long as he attacks with his telekinesis, he can knock the opponent down in one blow. Even if you have ten phantoms, there is nothing to be afraid of.
But Nie Qingwu doesn't know how to use telekinesis like Ye Feng does.
Since you can't tell what's real, don't look at it. It's better to close your eyes and try to distinguish it with your heart.
A thought suddenly shot out towards the ring.
Ye Feng's voice suddenly rang in Nie Qingwu's mind: "It's hard to tell the real from the fake. Since your eyes can't tell the real from the fake, just close your eyes and use your heart to distinguish. Let your flying knife automatically distinguish. Everything depends on your feeling."
Ye Feng, are you kidding me? Just rely on your senses and let the flying knife figure it out automatically? My flying knife is not a heat-seeking missile, can it track automatically
Although she doubted the method Ye Feng told her, Nie Qingwu still did as he told her and gently closed her eyes.
She practiced the art of listening to the wind and identifying weapons for a period of time, although she had not yet mastered it to perfection.
She was surprised to find that when she closed her eyes, she was no longer disturbed by the silver light and phantoms. The anxious feeling disappeared and her heart became much calmer.
The nine-hole silver ring knife danced with great vigor, and the silver rings collided with each other, making a tinkling sound.
It was as if a flash of lightning flashed through her mind, making her almost chaotic and confused brain become clear and ethereal. She found a way to track Sun Ying.
No matter how dazzling the silver light is, or how realistic the illusion is, the sound of the silver ring hitting the blade can only be heard in one place, and that is where Sun Ying's real body is.
Her face was as calm as water, as still as an ancient well, and her hands suddenly flew in the air like a graceful dancer. Any posture perfectly showed her graceful figure.
Puff, puff, accompanied by a painful groan.
With a bang, the nine-hole silver ring knife in Sun Ying's hand fell to the ground, making a harsh sound.
Knowing that he had hit the target, Nie Qingwu slowly opened his eyes and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
She waved her snow-white, slender fingers lightly, and like a meteor chasing the moon, the four flying knives, shining with cold light, returned to her hands again.
Sun Ying's face was pale and his whole body was shaking. There were cuts all over his wrists and legs, and blood was gushing out like a fountain. His nine-hole silver ring sword was also thrown at his feet.
(End of this chapter)