Bi Fan rolled his eyes and had his own plan in mind.
Ji Yinglan was already angry. When he heard Bi Fan's praise, it sounded like irony in his ears.
"Boy, don't be arrogant!" Ji Yinglan said loudly, his eyes were already red.
"Willows swing in the wind, willow leaves fly into flowers, thousands of willows fly into needles!" Ji Yinglan actually performed the last three unique moves of Qingyang Fufeng Sword Technique in succession.[
Bi Fan knew the three tricks, but when Ji Yinglan performed these three tricks, it was different.
The same three moves, in Ji Yinglan's hands, added a lot of changes, and the power doubled out of thin air.
Bi Fan's expression changed slightly, his purple feather sword shook slightly, and he changed his moves.
Bi Fan used the second style of the Qingyang Piaoxu Sword Technique, the Swift Wind Sword, and the Purple Feather Sword transformed into hundreds of sword shadows, which collided with Ji Yinglan's Green Bamboo Sword.
"Bang bang..." A violent collision sounded, and in an instant, the two men's swords had collided no less than a hundred times.
The people below the stands were dazzled and couldn't see the specific fighting situation at all.
"So strong! What an exquisite sword technique!" A disciple's eyes shone, full of envy and confidence.
"The same Qingyang Fufeng Sword Technique turns out to be so powerful. It seems I have to study it carefully." A disciple who had just learned the Qingyang Fufeng Sword Technique immediately made a decision.