Zhou Hong and Jian Feifan were a few meters away, and the sword intent they released began to confront each other, causing everyone to retreat in shock.
A sword repair is a sword repair, it is really different!
Many warriors are envious to death.
The sword is a commonly used weapon. If you become a sword repairer, your own qualifications will skyrocket!
pity.
The requirements to become a sword cultivator are too harsh, and it's not something anyone can do if they want to.
Even if the system is in hand, it is equivalent to the leader of the king who is open, and has no qualifications for sword repair, so he is still a martial arts obediently.
Even though Ye Xingchen, who was reborn from the emperor, had practiced Lingjian Shenjue, he was still only a martial artist, and he couldn't compete with sword cultivator.
"Go!" shouted the referee.
Zhou Hong and Jian Feifan kept looking at each other.
After a while, they all stepped back ten steps at the same time, keeping a sufficient distance from each other.
The two of them didn't burst out with momentum, nor did they burst out with spiritual energy, just like this, you look at me and I look at you, the picture seems to be frozen.
Jun Chang smiled and said with twitching corners of his mouth, "Here we come."
When accepting Zhou Hong into the faction, he thought that the picture of swordsman and swordsman duel must be boring, and the picture of swordsman and swordsman duel must be even more boring!
"Brighten your sword." Zhou Hong said.
Jian Feifei said: "My sword will only be unsheathed when I make a move."
"Let's make a move."
"As soon as I make a move, the sword will definitely see blood."
"So I make the move first?"
"Competing with a sword repairer, I like to let my opponent draw the sword first."
"Why?"
"Because, you can measure the strength of your opponent, whether it is worth letting me use the sword."
"..."
The corners of everyone's mouths twitched.
Two, you are fighting, can you stop chatting, can you start fighting, we are all sleepy!
"They were waiting impatiently."
Zhou Hongdao: "We definitely want us to fight quickly."
Jian Feifei said: "They don't understand, the conversation between you and me is actually a kind of contest."
Jun Changxiao couldn't take it anymore.
He really wanted to post a 'Is this the world of sword cultivators' emoticon pack to express his collapsed mood.
"Clang!"
Zhou Hong's sword finally came out of its sheath, and he said, "Sword cultivators are doomed to be lonely if they are not understood by the world."
"I deeply agree." Jian Feifei said.
Holding the sword in one hand, Zhou Hong said, "I've made a move."
"Please." Jian Feifei said.
brush! brush! brush!
Zhou Hong took a step forward, and the ancient long sword slashed in the void immediately, and the sword lights shot away in an instant.
"It's so fast!" The powerhouses of each faction exclaimed in surprise.
Even though they were watching intently all the time, they still didn't catch how many times Zhou Hong made his sword in one breath!
Jian Feifan captured it, and his heart was shocked!
He actually breathed sixty swords, thirty swords more than himself!
This definitely used some kind of advanced sword skills!
"Clang—"
While thinking, Jian Feifan swung his hand with one hand, and the three-foot long sword appeared out of thin air, directly cutting out streaks of unparalleled sword energy in the void.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
The two sword qi collided immediately, and there was a crisp sound, like a beautiful music intertwined.
The sword energy was completely neutralized, and the two of them still stood in place holding their swords.
Zhou Hongdao: "You shot twice."
Jian Feifei smiled wryly and said: "You have too much sword energy, I can only make one more shot."
"Sword potential!"
Zhou Hong turned his wrist and said, "Jing Hong!"
The sword was unsheathed, and the light of the sword flashed!
call out!
The unparalleled sword energy instantly attacked Jian Feifan with a cold and fierce force, and its power was far stronger than when it was cast in the Valley of Death!
Li Qingyang and others are getting stronger, Zhou Hong, who has always been realizing the sword, will go to hell if he stays where he is.
"brush!"
Facing the incoming sword energy, Jian Feifan held the sword in both hands, suddenly slashed from top to bottom, and shouted: "Changhong pierces the sun!"
call!
Sword Qi burst out!
boom!
The two sword qi collided directly, and the cold and fierce wind roared in an instant, and the faces of the people who swept it were as painful as a knife!
Although these two sword cultivators had a lot of nonsense, but when they really fought, the burst of sword intent was so scary!
The second fight, evenly matched!
Zhou Hong bent down slightly, his face showing a bit of vicissitudes was cold and stern.
"Hoo hoo!"
In an instant, an aura similar to spiritual power surged around him, and the leaves that swayed in the wind were instantly torn apart on the spot!
The stone slab that was shaken away by the fight between Xiao Zuiji and Qing Linfeng under his feet was also cut into small pieces!
Jian Feifan frowned, put the sword back into its sheath, and said: "You won."
ah
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Judging from the situation, no one could do anything about it, so why did they surrender
Only Ye Xingchen knew that Zhou Hong's sword power was actually the second form of Ling Jian Shen Jue - the two-character power formula!
After only practicing Ling Jian Shen Jue for less than a year, he comprehended the second form, and his swordsmanship was indeed strong.
"Clang!"
Zhou Hong put his sword back into its sheath, and said, "I have accepted it."
He really wanted to have a good fight with Jian Feifan, but at the moment he was representing the Iron Skeleton faction, and his priority was to win the fight.
Jian Feifei put the sword into the interspatial ring, cupped his hands and said: "If there is a chance in the future, Jian will go to the Iron Skeleton Sect, and then learn your Excellency's sword moves."
"You are always welcome." Zhou Hong said.
"..."
Everyone collapsed.
You two talked a lot of nonsense, and the battle ended in less than a minute, which is too fucked up.
This is the competition between sword repairers.
Once they fall to the opponent to a certain extent, there is no need to continue fighting unless life and death are divided.
not to mention.
Zhou Hong was already stronger than Jian Feifan in terms of sword power, and he used the second form of Ling Jian Shen Jue. The latter couldn't catch the sword move, and the end would be to die by the sword.
It's not a battle of life and death, why put it to death
…
The duel between the sword cultivators ended with the victory of the Iron Bone faction, and the one who was injured must be the Holy Spring Sect, after all, they lost another game.
"Nine."
Elder Jin said with a trembling voice: "This last battle must be won!"
"Got it, got it." Gu Chaojiu scratched his head and walked lazily onto the martial arts arena.
"Qianqian, let's go." Jun Chang said with a smile.
Lu Qianqian touched the bracelet he gave her and stepped onto the arena.
"This last battle is often the finale, and the Iron Bones faction actually sent a female disciple?"
"You have won too many games, do you disrespect the Holy Spring Sect?"
"The way I see it, maybe it's just letting the water go. It's more or less given to the five-tier sect. After all, they have lost seventy-one games."
Everyone discussed in low voices.
Gu Chaojiu was stunned, and said to himself: "I, Shengquanzong, have already lost seventy-one games?"
No wonder the faces of the elders and fellow disciples are so ugly!
Gu Chaojiu, who was a bit careless at first, immediately stood upright, his gaze became sharper, as if he had changed in an instant.
"girl."
He said solemnly: "Although you are a woman, for the sake of the school's glory, Gu will not show mercy."
Lu Qianqian stopped, and said calmly, "The disciple of the Unyielding Sect, Lu Qianqian."
"A disciple of the Holy Spring Sect, Gu Chaojiu."
After the two reported their names, the referee shouted, "Start!"
"Ka Ka Ka -"
In an instant, a gust of cold air roared out from Lu Qianqian's body, and the ground quickly froze wherever it passed.
"I go!"
Gu Chaojiu said in surprise: "Ice-type martial arts!"
"Nine Layers of Frozen Palm!"
Lu Qianqian raised her right palm with the ice bracelet, and a stronger cold current swept over her.
"not good!"
Gu Chaojiu's face changed in shock, and he was about to use his body skills to escape, but his speed became sluggish due to the cold air, and the frost gradually permeated his entire face.
"I… "
Just as the disciple of the holy spirit root was about to speak, his whole body was savagely harassed by the cold current, and his legs suddenly opened up in a running shape, turning into a lifelike ice sculpture.
"brush!"
With a wave of Lu Qianqian's long sleeves, strong spiritual power swept over him, instantly pushing him to the ice on the ground, and slid down to play the martial arts arena.
"this… "
Everyone almost fell down collectively!
"Ka Ka Ka!"
After a few breaths, Gu Chaojiu unsealed.
He was so cold that he hugged his shoulders and kept sneezing, and the snot flowed down unconsciously.
"Elder Jin."
Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and said, "Sorry, my disciples won again."