In an instant, there were many ghosts on the arena, and the entire arena was full of Gao Feng's figure... Oh no, he was on stage... Gao Feng held a three-foot Autumn Water Sword and went directly towards the eldest brother with a fierce attack.
The sword art of the Fifth Peak is called the Thunder Sword Art. It is not the thunder of the purple gold hammer that reaches the sky and collapses the earth, but the thunder of hearing the thunder in the silence. It is everyone's first impression of the sword intent of the Fifth Peak. Those who practice this sword art
People often value speed, and the status of fast swordsmen in the Fifth Peak is very high.
Gao Feng is such a fast swordsman. In his eyes, there is no defense in the world that is so perfect that it cannot be broken through - as long as the sword is pointed at the opponent's throat before he is ready to defend, then there is no defense.
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The short distance of a few feet was almost instantaneous at the speed that Gaofeng was proud of. The distance between the two was getting closer and closer. He could almost clearly see the pores on the face of the dog-headed senior brother Xu Mo, but he still remained
There was no trace of panic in Xu Mo's eyes.
The sound of swords, swords, and shadows was clanging incessantly. Xu Mo did not take a step back, sternly waving the strange magic weapon in his hand to resist the murderous intention from the peak.
Although Xu Mo's resisting actions seemed awkward to outsiders, he actually blocked them all. The disciples of the Fifth Peak stood up in unison and exclaimed that it was impossible.
Everyone has seen how fast Gao Feng is on the fifth peak. Even such a powerful Senior Brother Gao can't break through Xu Mo on the sixth peak?
What kind of swordsmanship does he practice... No, he has not shown his swordsmanship at all so far!
Gao Feng was startled. Before the long sword in his hand touched Xu Mo's clothes with the force of wind and thunder, a huge force came from his waist in the next second, and the figure in mid-air was directly hit by this huge force.
Come down.
The disciples watching in the audience suddenly burst into an uproar. They saw the dog-headed senior brother holding a strange magic weapon and hitting Gao Feng's waist hard, knocking him down.
The flashy Kuai met his strong enemy at this moment - Senior Brother Kotou's practice is to highlight the word "slow". No one knows how to fight steadily and steadily. The Thunder Sword Intent that the Fifth Peak is proud of has not yet exerted its power.
At that point, Xu Mo interrupted him with a simple and rude blow.
Little Green Tea and Pei Ningning were still staring nervously, while Gu Changsheng began to think about his next opponent.
Gao Feng's eyes nearly popped out of his head now, and he cursed the monster in his heart. He was about to use his body skills to move away to temporarily avoid the sharp attack, when he suddenly felt that all the strength in his body had been drained away, and his movements were extremely slow.
The elders did not spend too much time to understand this matter. The Taiyi Sword Sect was full of talents. The only thing they talked about at the moment was that Xu Mo's character performance was amazing, and it was far from enough to attract their attention.
"Why did I hear from the people under me in the Sword Hall that he was often reported?" One of the elders of the Sword Hall said with a strange face: "The reason for reporting is quite strange..."
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This is done!
Someone in the elders' seat smiled and commented: "I have an impression of this boy. Although his qualifications are not outstanding, his character is extremely tenacious. I thought he was useless after entering the Sixth Peak, but I didn't expect that he actually made a name for himself."
He finally escaped from the scope of Xu Mo's withering effect, and his strength was recovering bit by bit. Gao Feng gasped for air, glanced at his sword blade that was bent by the hammer, and couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his mouth.
"Really? Is there still such a thing?"
While he was thinking, a slightly cold voice suddenly came from his ears:
It's too slow, it's really too slow. If it were faster, how could it be reduced to the point of being controlled by others?
According to the given order, the opponents that the Sixth Peak will fight are fifth, third, first, twelfth, and fifteenth. In the second half, they rotate backwards. In the first game, the senior brother won the victory, which was considered a good start.
It's over. Even if Junior Sister Pei admits defeat, it won't have much impact.
With such a strong debuff, Gao Feng basically said goodbye to the word "fast".
Under the gaze of countless people, the dog-headed senior brother's eyes lit up after he succeeded in one blow, and he decisively followed up with the next soul-sucking blow.
The middle-aged man who was called Elder Miao did not answer, but silently stared at his proud disciple on the field, unable to stop sighing in his heart.
However, Gu Changsheng and the second senior brother Fan Gu, who were familiar with the senior brother's fighting style, smiled at the corners of their mouths.
Gu Changsheng withdrew his eyes from the ring. The competition over there had entered garbage time. It was only a matter of time before the senior brother won.
"The fifth peak is in danger... Elder Miao, your disciples are a little slack."
Not only Elder Miao, the leader of the fifth peak, thought so, but the vast majority of the audience watching the competition also thought so. Although Gao Feng's flaws were exposed for a while, it would not end like this.
The Thunder Sword Intention sounds quite bluffing, but there is no way, who made them encounter the dog-headed senior brother who strikes late? With the withering skills, no one in the world dares to praise him.
Can this fight continue?
As soon as he raised his eyes, the dog-headed senior brother rushed towards him again like a wolf...
Eighty! Eighty! Gao Feng was stunned by the continuous blows like drumbeats. He had a faint urge to vomit blood. He turned over and raised his sword to block it, but Xu Mo hit it with a hammer and bent the edge of the sword.
Your sword moves should be shorter... We at Fifth Peak have never had any flashy sword moves, our main focus is on short and powerful ones!
But it doesn't matter, there is still a chance.
Withered! Weak and powerless!
The strange magic weapon in the hands of the senior brother burst out with a burst of blue-purple light, suppressing Gao Feng's speed. Now he could not be beaten or beaten, nor could he run. In grief and anger, he crushed a bead on his wrist, and his figure
It broke into shadows and then re-condensed not far away.
This honest man with a Chinese character face has something special!
"Well done, Senior Brother!" Little Green Tea waved her fist excitedly, feeling a bit elated. Junior Sister Pixiu and Pei on the side also clenched her fists tightly, feeling grateful for Xu Mo's calm and calm gesture.
Thumbs up for the way of coping.
"The road to immortality is long, and how many amazingly talented and beautiful people have failed? Sometimes, perhaps xinxing is the more important influencing factor."
"I am Qi Hansu. I would like to ask Junior Brother Gu to come over and meet me. We have something important to discuss."
It was a spiritual transmission. Gu Changsheng was slightly startled and looked at the spot where the saint was sitting on the stage. As expected, he did not see the shadow of Qi Hansu.
Miss Susu suddenly wants to find me? Is she wearing the vest of the cold saint?
He pondered for a moment, glanced at the spectator seat where he was, and then at the dog-headed senior brother who was still fighting on the stage...
The disciples of the Sixth Peak on the stage were still competing, but Miss Qing Leng Sword Fairy met me alone in the cave... Is this sense of déjà vu a bit too strong?
Is the role reversed? Miss Susu, please discuss this important matter...is it serious?