Under the Qianyuanbao Pagoda, Ning Wanqiu and Wen Li have been competing for swordsmanship, and from time to time they pay attention to Nie Xiaoqian's every move above the row house. The forms between Zhang Dahui, Duan Xiuwan and Chen Shuqing changed rapidly, and each gained some advantage. Ning Wanqiu wanted to lend a helping hand, but Wen Li dragged it to the spot.

When he saw the fox demon appear, Ning Wanqiu thought about it for a long time. Thinking of Zhang Dahui introducing Chen Shuqing's identity, and seeing the fox demon fighting the "unidentified cloaked man" who injured Zhang Dahui, he gradually determined that the fox demon was trying to capture Nie Xiaoqian. Finally, he saw that the fox demon "retired after success", so he felt relieved and wanted to break the sword boy in front of him.

The two of them had always been in a state of equality before. Although both of them used their bodies as swords, their sword techniques were very different - Wen Li used traditional sword techniques, while Ning Wanqiu had been using Western sword techniques.

However, the stalemate between the two is not a reflection of their true strength, because in Ning Wanqiu's eyes, although Wenli is an enemy, he is just a monster transformed by humans. His own tactics are aimed at capturing Nie Xiaoqian alone, so he used the "transfer attack" and "cross attack" in Western swordsmanship to compete with him.

Now that the tactical goal has been achieved, Ning Wanqiu no longer retains it, using the difficult "slant belt forehand chop" in Western swordsmanship. He stepped forward with a lunge. When the tip of the tree touched Wen Li's left wrist, he quickly rotated and slashed clockwise when the tip of Wen Li's left wrist. Wen Li had never seen such a posture, and the branches transformed by his left hand were immediately peeled off a layer of skin as if they were met by a chisel!

"Haha, how does this feel?" Ning Wanqiu asked while attacking, as if he wanted to let this ignorant boy know that he was powerful.

But the good times didn't last long. When Ning Wanqiu was proud, his left hand suddenly broke, and a stream of sky blue blood suddenly flowed out, soaking his brocade clothes.

Ning Wanqiu retracted the offensive, took a step back, looked at the broken left hand, and said in surprise: "What's going on?"

Wen Li sneered, "Hmph, you are too careless, you dare to stay in front of me for so long." After that, he lit up the spirit-removing sword with golden light in his hand.

It turned out that just as Ning Wanqiu slowly rotated his right hand, Wen Li used his right hand to activate the demonic force to pull it out in the sheath of Ning Wanqiu's waist.

"Didn't you, a little brat, always say something about the sword competition? Why did you use such a despicable method?" The pain made Ning Wanqiu's head sweat beads as big as beans, and he used magic tricks with difficulty, causing his left arm to grow slowly again. It can be seen that after many generations of his ancestors mixed with humans or other semi-demons, the rebirth trait of descendants of the Red Yasha degenerated in Ning Wanqiu, and the demonic power after rebirth has decreased a lot.

Wen Li disagreed and said, "Didn't you use this treasure to cut off my hand once? I'm called "Too-for-tit" to ensure fairness of the showdown. If you think it's inappropriate, I'll throw it away."

From a fair perspective, Wen Li's statement is not wrong. On the contrary, the demonic power showdown after he broke his hands with the opponent with full demonic power is even more unfair. So Ning Wanqiu did not refute and said seriously: "That's right, but if you like that thing, just give it to you, just let it continue."

Wen Li said in a daze: "Oh? You are starting to weaken, but you still want to make me feel stronger?"

"Hehe, give it a try."

After saying that, Ning Wanqiu was not polite and took the initiative to start a sting towards Wenli. However, Wenli had a spirit-removing sword that cuts iron like mud in his hand. Ning Wanqiu did not dare to confront him head-on, so he used the light steps of Western swordsmanship. His toes took turns to tiptoe, took two steps, took one step back, two steps, and moved another step, moving the premise backwards, and making moves towards Wenli in real and real.

However, Ning Wanqiu still underestimated Wen Li's strength. At a certain moment, Wen Li saw Ning Wanqiu's move and used a "Yin and Yang Ghost Step" to keep pace with Wen Li's movement. Finally, the Spirit-Destroying Sword once again showed its power and another sword penetrated Ning Wanqiu's abdomen.

If it is an ordinary Western sword, this sword can stab the human body's internal organs, let alone the spirit-removing sword.

I saw Ning Wanqiu's abdomen being pierced like foam in an instant, and blue blood was spewing out of his mouth. Wen Li recycled the spirit-removing sword, and a small hole immediately appeared in Ning Wanqiu's abdomen, and blue blood was rising.

If humans suffer such damage, their lives will be short-lived. As a small-leaf Hongdou monster, Ning Wanqiu can still make up for the missing organs through demonic power. However, this time, his demonic power has dropped again, and he is no longer a match for Wenli.

Seeing this, Wen Li said again with a sense of superiority: "Hey, hey, don't blame me for not reminding you. While you are still a little angry, please let me throw away this treasure and continue the fair showdown."

Ning Wanqiu saw that Wen Li had such a big advantage and would not kill him, or pursue Chen Shuqing, so he must have no idea Chen Shuqing's identity. Instead, he thought that the shadow warrior defeated the dead soldier in a cloak and rescued Chen Shuqing. He smiled secretly in his heart and asked with a breath: "How many years have you been practicing swords?"

Wen Li thought for a while and said, "It's been six years, how about it?"

Ning Wanqiu scoffed: "After six years of hard work, can you be embarrassed to pretend to be a master in the world?"

"Haha, then tell me, how many years have you practiced?"

"It's been at least twelve or thirteen years since I was five."

Wen Li said disdainfully: "So what about twelve or three years? Didn't you take any advantage when you fight? Do you know how Master Xinglan, my martial arts master, asked me? No matter how hot or cold, whether it's healthy or sick, I haven't stopped for the past five years. Can you do it?"

"Master Xinglan? I haven't heard of it." Ning Wanqiu smiled, "It is a good thing to have strict teachers to discipline them, but that may be a limitation. Your sword, learned from the martial arts hall, is transformed from the experience of others, but whether it is suitable for your experience is something else... And my sword technique has never been a decent master to give me a tip, but it has been the past twelve or three years, in the mountains, in the fields, in the flowing water, facing the sun, moon and stars, and following the Taoist teachings of nature, how to suit yourself, how to practice, do whatever you want, but from the limits of no rules and regulations."

Wen Lile said: "I've been beaten like this, and I'm still stubborn. Even before I used this Western sword to attack, when you were full of evil spirits, I don't think there is any style of sun, moon and stars."

Ning Wanqiu sneered: "Hmph, that's because I can't bear to kill you. In order to delay time, I will just let my companions capture Nie Xiaoqian."

"Hahahaha..." Wen Li laughed, "Is it delayed the time, but the result was that Lord Xiaoqian was rescued by the Shadow Warrior?"

Ning Wanqiu shrugged and said, "You seem to have made a mistake. The fox demon is our companion, and the ugly ghost in the cloak seems to be yours..."

"What?" Wen Li was stunned, thinking about it, suddenly realized that there was indeed an ugly woman named Duan Xiuwan among the five priests, who was an ordinary human being. The person on the roof could not see clearly his appearance because of his cloak, so he suddenly realized, "You damn thing, dare to fool me!"

"Why am I fooling you? I didn't say anything!"

"Stop talking nonsense, go to die!" Wen Li was furious and didn't care about the duel. He took the spirit-removing sword and used a killer move to kill Ning Wanqiu.

However, this time, although Ning Wanqiu's demonic power was greatly reduced, his figure was much faster than before. He saw that his pace and swordsmanship were no longer the way of Western swords. After seeing Wen Li's move method, he used an indescribable technique, and dodged a sword sideways. He held Wen Li with both hands to hold the right wrist of the Spirit-Reli Sword. Taking advantage of his relaxed hand, he first grabbed the Spirit-Reli Sword, then leaned against Wen Li, and hit him with a back elbow, then raised his hand to knock Wen Li to the ground.

"Impossible, why do you have such demonic power?" Wen Li got up from the ground and said.

"Haha, this is not demonic power, but grappling skills. Boy Wen, I said, after twelve or three years of practice at will, how can you only practice some simple sword skills under rules and regulations? On the contrary, you value the size of demonic power too much, but you don't know that there are countless techniques in the world that can make up for the gap in absolute power. This is called wisdom, do you understand?"

"Haha, it sounds so nice. Do you dare to give me that Western sword again?" Wen Li's guilty feelings began to spread, and he no longer cared about being a hero.

"No problem." After saying that, Ning Wanqiu threw the Western Sword back to Wen Li, saying, "Do you know why I couldn't take advantage just now? Because of the Western Sword skills, I have only practiced for half a year."

It turned out that just when Liuquan Group designed the spirit-removing sword eight years ago, Pu Weihai had not arrived in the UK, and all the products were fully responsible for Jerome. As a Westerner, Jerome naturally had the concept of "sword" at the level of Western swords. In his impression, the sword that killed the evil elves should be like this.

After Pu Weihai arrived in the UK, he also questioned the design of the spirit sword, but Jerome did not insist on his own. After fully comparing the advantages and disadvantages of Western swords and Chinese swords, he believed that although Western swords are mainly stabbing, they are not blades on both sides like Chinese swords, and the range of chopping is limited, but after injecting energy, the gap between it and Chinese swords disappeared, and instead became more agile, he persuaded Pu Weihai to keep it.

After Ning Wanqiu arrived in the UK, the group mainly asked him to assist in the development of the self-defense cloak. For the sake of confidentiality, he did not display the spirit-removing sword. It was not until half a year ago that Ning Wanqiu discovered the novelty of Western swords, so he learned a few tricks with Jerome. In addition, he was born with a very high understanding, and in half a year, he also played the Western swords with ease.

However, even so, compared with his years of practicing Chinese swords, it is still not worth mentioning.

At this time, Ning Wanqiu turned his hands into a standard Chinese sword appearance and told Wen Li: "The history of Western swords is only three or four hundred years, and Chinese swords have had the legend of Gan Jiang Moye two years ago. How can the foundation be compared with Western swords? From my immature point of view, Westerners value the advantages and disadvantages of the sword itself, while Chinese people value the realm of unity of man and sword. However, the Qing Dynasty was full of holes, and people who admired the foreigners were very popular. How many people understand the principles of these ancestors?"

"Don't talk nonsense, look at the sword!" Wen Li lost all his patience, and carried the spirit-removing sword and came to Ning Wanqiu again.

"Crane dances and dragon roars!"

The two of them fought each other and figures passed by. Ning Wanqiu used the complete Chinese sword technique, as if it were as fast as a scoop. With just one blow, Wen Li fell into the blue blood!
Chapter completed!