Chen Lei looked at Feng Xiaotian and Li Qingyi without any worries. He put the Silver Moon Bow in his hand into the storage ring, and then pulled out a lavender long sword from the storage ring, held it in his hand, and said, "How can we know if we don't try it? Please."
Although Feng Xiaotian and Li Qingyi joined forces, Chen Lei could feel that they had no intention of killing him.
The purpose of the two men was very simple, which was to snatch the scoring jade card from his hand.
This was a very normal competition between fellow disciples, so Chen Lei was not going to use heavy hands against these two people, but asking them to hand over the scoring jade card was absolutely impossible.
Li Qingyi and Feng Xiaotian saw Chen Lei's actions and realized that he would obviously not surrender voluntarily, so they had to take action to avoid it.
The two looked at each other, and then Li Qingyi's figure suddenly disappeared, while Feng Xiaotian emanated strong waves of true energy, and a slender sword appeared in his hand.
"In that case, then you better be careful, watch out for the sword!"
After he finished speaking, countless tiny whirlwinds condensed out of thin air on the long sword in Feng Xiaotian's hand. These tiny whirlwinds made the long sword in Feng Xiaotian's hand seem to have wings. The speed increased suddenly and was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. A flash of cold light rushed straight towards Chen Lei's left arm.
As for Li Qingyi, he hid his body, like a poisonous snake, watching Chen Lei closely, waiting for him to show a flaw, and then he would deliver a fatal blow.
Feng Xiaotian's attack was quite fair. The sword light did not go towards Chen Lei's vital points, but only wanted to injure Chen Lei.
Chen Lei stepped back slightly and avoided the sword that Feng Xiaotian was stabbing at him.
Although Feng Xiaotian's swordsmanship is extremely fast, it can even be said that ordinary people cannot even see the sword light before they are hit by the sword.
But Chen Lei is the master of speed. He has already comprehended the artistic conception of wind to a transcendent level, and lightning is also known for its speed.
In the eyes of others, Feng Xiaotian's swordsmanship might indeed be as swift as the wind and lightning and difficult to dodge. However, in Chen Lei's eyes, Feng Xiaotian's swordsmanship had too many flaws and there was much room for improvement. So it was naturally not a difficult task to dodge.
"Squeak..."
Sharp sounds of breaking through the air were heard, dense as rain, instantly covering an area of ten meters, enveloping Chen Lei's entire body in the sword light.
Feng Xiaotian's swordsmanship was so sharp that a huge rock behind Chen Lei was penetrated by the overflowing sword energy in the blink of an eye, becoming a huge sieve.
Chen Lei waved the lavender sword in his hand casually, and purple sword shadows appeared out of thin air.
These sword shadows condensed but did not disperse, blocking the sword lights that were rushing towards them one by one in the void. The sword energy collided and overflowed in all directions. The surrounding boulders and ancient trees were cut into pieces by the overflowing sword energy. Sword marks appeared silently in all directions.
Feng Xiaotian and Chen Lei were fighting each other, and their attacks were so fast that no one could see how they were attacking. They could only see streaks of sword light flying around.
Feng Xiaotian's eyes were sharp and filled with surprise. He didn't expect that Chen Lei's swordsmanship was so superb.