Sword God

Chapter 272: A wind and cloud move

Views:

Amidst the compliments, the proud Qiu Honglie looked at Chen Zong, his eyes were sharp and shimmering, approaching, Chen Zong was puzzled by the inexplicable hostility.

"This is Ye Feiyan, my cousin." Ye Feifan introduced the beautiful woman on the right, her eyebrows shrouded in smoke, and her frown and smile are touching, as delicate as light smoke: "Practice the strength of nine turns to the peak, and you will be ranked among the top players." Eighth place on the dragon list, ninety-second place on the Chaolong list."

This time, it was more obvious than when Qiu Honglie was introduced, and the voice of gasping for air became louder and louder.

Shocked by Ye Feiyan's appearance, shocked by Ye Feiyan's identity, and shocked by Ye Feiyan's strength.

Another super genius who is listed on the dynasty's dragon list, doesn't it mean that Ye Feiyan has a four-star combat power

Shi Huanyue's eyes penetrated hundreds of meters and landed on Ye Feiyan's face.

The ninety-second place on the dragon list, this ranking is very close to Shi Huanyue, because Shi Huanyue's ranking is ninety-one.

The rankings on the Jiaolong list are close, but in fact there may not be much difference in strength.

At this time, the maids in the same white gauze clothes walked gracefully in lotus steps, carrying drinks, melons, fruits, snacks and other delicacies from the left and right sides like spirit snakes, and the fragrant wind wafted by, and there were more on the table. All kinds of exquisite food.

Chen Zong could feel the qi and blood fluctuations on every maid, and each of them was considered a martial artist, at the qi and blood level, which was a very unbelievable thing in Donglu.

"Everyone, this wine is the Qixiangzui I brought, please taste it." Ye Feifei said, poured himself a glass of water, and signaled from the sky.

"Seven fragrances are drunk, surrounded by seven fragrances, just this smell makes me unable to extricate myself."

"Look at the color again, it's so beautiful."

Even if the wine brought by Ye Feifan is difficult to drink, there will be exaggerated compliments. However, Qixiangzui has a soft mouthfeel and a unique fragrance. It flows in the mouth. There are seven flavors in total, which are very unique.

"You are all geniuses in Linshan County. It is my honor to meet you, and I will allow you to play a song for this party." Ye Feiyan gently placed the Guqin in front of her. On the table, her hands were raised and lowered slowly, as light as if picking lotus with bare hands, making people involuntarily focus on her hands.

The bare hands are as white as suet jade, and the ten fingers are as long as scallions. These are a pair of very beautiful hands.

The hands landed lightly, resting on the strings, like a dragonfly on the water.

Gently slipping past, like white clouds.

Boom...

Crisp and profound, melodious and melodious, like the first sound of spring water falling, it goes straight to the heart.

Everyone's eyes fell on Ye Feiyan, and everyone listened attentively. At this moment, Ye Feiyan had an amazing charm.

Playing a song, it is like a spring water ding-dong, like a stream trickling, and gradually like a long river rushing, with endless waves...

Gradually, everyone's spirits became more and more concentrated, and they felt that the whole body's blood was also slowly speeding up, and it was about to boil.

The music, from the initial calm and gentle, became high-pitched.

It is as if thousands of horses are galloping together, as if the wind is mighty and surging.

The pride in the chest suddenly burst, and the fighting spirit was surging.

Warriors are full of energy and blood. Gathering of warriors has never been a matter of melodrama or chatter. Gathering of warriors has only one theme: war.

Ye Feiyan's slender fingers hooked a string, and made the last sound of the last music, like a golden weapon and an iron horse, like swords and swords, echoing melodiously.

A wind and cloud move!

With Ye Feiyan's song, he skipped the prelude directly, and let everyone's blood boil with enthusiasm. There is no need to say anything, and there is no need for Ye Feihua to say anything else.

There was a loud laugh, and then, a figure shot out from the pavilion, landed on the open space of the pavilion like a bird flying across, looked around, and said loudly: "If you don't say anything else, whoever will come with me first Play a match."

"Chen Qingyun, who ranks ninth on the mountaineering list of Linshan Academy."

"Chen Qingyun, let me, Ling Yunzhi, come and teach you your brilliant moves." On the side of the Aojian Villa, a disciple jumped up, and after slapping his palm on the pillar of the pavilion, he instantly accelerated and shot out like an arrow that leaves the string. .

Before the person landed, in mid-air, he touched his waist with his right hand, and there was a melodious sound of a sword ringing in his ears, accompanied by a sharp sword piercing through the air.

It was a sword, a fast sword, a sword that seemed to pierce through everything.

"Good time." Chen Qingyun smiled heartily, instead of retreating, he stepped forward, like a horse charging. At some point, the long knife was raised high, facing the streamer stabbed by Ling Yunzhi with a sharp sword. .

The light of the knife was like blazing, dividing the night into two.

But the sword changed suddenly, like a spirit snake, passing by the strong light of the sword, still stabbing at Chen Qingyun, with a flick of the sword tip, countless sword lights rained like raindrops, making it impossible to tell the real from the false.

However, Chen Qingyun ignored it, as if the sword light was illusory, the long knife cut down without hesitation, with a trace of determination, this knife seemed to be able to cut off all obstacles in front of him, going forward without hesitation, with an astonishing momentum.

This knife, as if to exchange life for life, everyone narrowed their eyes.

Ling Yunzhi never expected that Chen Qingyun would be so resolute, but he didn't dare. He turned around in mid-air, and the long sword was also encircling it. After avoiding Chen Qingyun's slash, he seemed to turn back and kill with another sword to.

"Junior Brother Ling's Yun Yan is more and more pure." In the pavilion of Aojian Villa, a disciple praised with a smile.

"The timing of this Cloud Piercing Strike is well grasped." Another disciple of Aojian Villa also laughed.

Linshan Academy has a climbing list, Silver Knife Fort has a mad knife list, and Aojian Villa also has a similar list, called the Aojian list, this Ling Yunzhi is on the Aojian list, ranking eighth.

Aojian Villa masters swordsmanship, and every disciple on the Aojian list is proficient in swordsmanship, and they are all masters of swordsmanship, with superb swordsmanship.

However, Chen Qingyun's saber technique is not far behind, with a kind of majestic vastness.

Swords and swords, bright moon like yarn.

In a blink of an eye, Chen Qingyun and Ling Yunzhi had fought hundreds of moves, but it was difficult to tell the difference. Originally, the combat power of the two was about the same. In this kind of battle where the full strength has not exploded, it is not so easy to distinguish the winner of.

After dozens of moves in fierce fighting, Chen Qingyun suddenly drew his sword and retreated.

"The game was very enjoyable, so let's conclude with a tie, how about that?" Chen Qingyun laughed.

"Then it's a tie." Although Ling Yunzhi really wanted to defeat Chen Qingyun, he also knew that it would be difficult, and he really admired the opponent's sword skills and strength.

This battle is just the beginning, like throwing a brick to attract jade.

When Chen Qingyun and Ling Yunzhi returned to their seats, someone got up immediately and walked out like a horse riding a mountain river.

He was dressed in armor, with a long spear stationed, his fighting spirit was soaring, his eyes were sharp and domineering, and he swept across.

"I, Zhou Longdao, are here, who will fight with me?"

Zhou Longdao ranked seventh on the mountaineering list of Linshan Academy.

"Zhou Longdao, don't be too arrogant, I'll meet you." Jiang Zhonghao, who was ranked seventh on the list of mad knives in Silver Knife Castle, snorted coldly, his eyes as sharp as knives.

"Three months ago, Jiang Zhonghao clashed with Zhou Longdao, but Jiang Zhonghao was injured by Zhou Longdao, and now he is going to fight back." Wang Zhaolong said with a smile.

Different from the friendly exchange between Chen Qingyun and Ling Yunzhi, there was a conflict between Jiang Zhonghao and Zhou Longdao, and swords were on the verge of breaking out before they could make a move. The atmosphere was tense, and there seemed to be even a hint of murderous intent.

The long knife was out of its sheath, the knife was shining brightly, and the moonlight reflected on it, flowing like cold water blown by the wind, with many ripples.

Zhou Longdao brandished his long spear, and the wind from the spear roared like a dragon soaring into the air.

"Cut!" Jiang Zhonghao leaped forward, and raised his long knife, as if cutting down from the bright moon. With one knife, he could split mountains and mountains.

Zhou Longdao raised his head, his eyes were full of light, his spear pierced through the air like a dragon coming out of an abyss.

"break!"

With a loud drink, the stone was shocked.

The light is so bright that it seems to cover the bright moon in the sky, and the ear-piercing sound of gold and iron is like a magic sound filling the brain, piercing gold and cracking stone.

Jiang Zhonghao landed on the ground, with a long knife in his hand, and his sword skills were continuous, and the countless lights of the knife were connected into one piece, like a rainstorm or a meteorite falling down, swift and fierce.

Its momentum is like fire and the invasion is endless.

Zhou Longdao's feet seem to have taken root on the ground, with a long spear in his hand, stabbing, pointing, collapsing, shaking, and spinning, fully displaying his marksmanship attainments, each spear is a combination of strength and speed, which is similar to Jiang Zhonghao's sword technique Wonderful, but it seems to be more tyrannical.

However, in just a few breaths, the two sides have already shot dozens of times, each time with the purpose of injuring and defeating the opponent.

Jiang Zhonghao wanted to take revenge for being stabbed by Zhou Longdao and injured. The injury took him half a month to rest before healed. Fortunately, after the injury healed, his own strength improved and he was able to challenge Zhou Longdao Only with the ability to avenge one shot.

The knife and knife are connected, and Jiang Zhonghao's silver knife is as strong as the tide, and the sharp silver luster is shining all over his body. On the long knife, the silver light is like a stream of water.

No matter how Jiang Zhonghao used his saber, Zhou Longdao looked very calm, his feet stepped on the ground, as if he was integrated with the ground, no matter how violent the storm was, he couldn't shake it at all.

With a gun in hand, it is like iron chaining Hengjiang, able to resist any and all attacks.

Jiang Zhonghao's sword is like countless soldiers, charging frantically.

Zhou Longdao is like a warrior, with his spear straight away, he can reach thousands of horses and thousands of troops, and block them outside the pass.

The battle between the two was more exciting than that between Chen Qingyun and Ling Yunzhi. After all, the battle between Chen Qingyun and Ling Yunzhi still had some reservations, while the battle between Jiang Zhonghao and Zhou Longdao was based on secret techniques. Everything else casts out.

Chen Zong stared at it without blinking, while substituting himself into it.

Regardless of whether it is Jiang Zhonghao or Zhou Longdao, both of them have a three-star combat strength, rich combat experience, and excellent combat skills.

"Zhou Longdao, I must kill you." Jiang Zhonghao's tone was full of anger, and immediately, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes, he shouted loudly, and his breath also rose steadily: "It's... secret..."

"Okay, such a beautiful night is not suitable for blood." The gentle voice blew past like a spring breeze, containing a trace of calming charm, interrupting the true secret mad knife secret method that Jiang Zhonghao was about to perform .

Ye Feifan spoke.

"Senior Brother Ye has already spoken, are you going to disobey?" Qiu Honglie said in a cold voice.

Zhou Longdao retracted the gun with a stern expression on his face. Jiang Zhonghao gritted his teeth and was very unwilling, but he didn't shoot again, otherwise, he would not give Ye Feifei any face.

(end of this chapter)