Now everyone's eyes were on Meng Hu and Zhu Xiaotian, who were almost unable to understand the battle. No one noticed that Tang Fei's body was now like a light and shadow, and he was flickering while sitting in his seat.
Flashing, like a ghost, sometimes transparent, sometimes solid.
It's just that between changes, the gap between virtual and real disappears too quickly. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all. What's more, no one has noticed Tang Fei's change at all, not even Lan Cai'er and Wu Lei who are beside him.
, both of them also stared closely at the battle between Meng Hu and Zhu Xiaotian, for fear of missing something.
In his soul world, Tang Fei was slashing his long sword at the two puppets in front of him. The first sword came out very quickly, and the long sword seemed to have encountered tofu, splitting the puppets completely with ease.
Even the split side is as smooth as a mirror.
But the second sword suddenly became very slow. When it hit the puppet, it didn't use any energy or strength at all, leaving nothing on the puppet, not even a trace of scar.
Tang Fei shook his head: "No! Fast and slow are not just speed in a broad sense. If this is the case, then my sharpness means 'fast', but these are obviously not the magical ones like Zhu Xiaotian and Meng Hu."
Fast' and 'Slow'."
He kept waving the long sword in his hand. Slowly, Tang Fei's body turned from one to two, then to four, and there were more and more eight, each of them holding a sword towards the one in front of him.
When the puppet slashes, the sword may be slow or fast, but as soon as the puppet is slashed, it will quickly recover, and the clone will continue to slash, over and over again, without interruption.
At this moment in the arena, the battle between Zhu Xiaotian and Meng Hu was almost at a stalemate. No matter how weird and massive Meng Hu's attacks were, they could no longer break through Zhu Xiaotian's defense. Instead, Zhu Xiaotian seemed to feel a long-lost pressure.
, the sword speed became faster and faster, and it had completely adapted to Meng Hu's attacks, becoming more comfortable with it.
Even the many monks watching the battle can feel the changes in Zhu Xiaotian at this moment. The sword is getting more and more casual and skillful. By this time, most of the monks with good eyesight have already seen that this competition should be
Zhu Xiaotian won.
Meng Hu's attack could not be broken for a long time, but Zhu Xiaotian rose to the challenge, and his sword skills became more powerful than before. There was an ebb and flow, and it goes without saying that Zhu Xiaotian would definitely win in the end.
"Click!"
Once again splitting the wooden man in front of him, Tang Fei shook his head again, "I do have attack speed, but it's only against ordinary speed, and it can't make an essential change at all."
But he didn't give up. An opportunity finally appeared in his heart. He would never give up. Each clone was making different attempts, hoping to find a way to break through.
I don't know how long it took in his soul world, but one of Tang Fei's clones suddenly struck out with a sword. The sword was very fast, but it stopped midway, and then the sword stopped.
He struck again, and the wooden figure was split into two halves with a 'click'.
"This is!"
Almost in an instant, all Tang Fei's clones who were evolving the fast swords listened together. All the long swords immediately slashed down, but this time the action was the two consecutive slashing movements, first with one.
The sword struck into the puppet, but the sword body stopped in the puppet's body, and then struck out along the same sword path again, splitting the puppet apart.
A sudden realization broke out in Tang Fei's mind. At this moment, he realized that he had ignored one thing when Zhu Xiaotian drew his sword, that is, every time he moved, he would bring out countless afterimages, but these afterimages were all the same as the previous ones.
The slowing down of the movement is like punching out, and the afterimage brought out is also repeating the action of punching out.
Zhu Xiaotian's every sword strike was like this. Tang Fei originally thought that this was just a way to confuse people, but now it seems that is not the case.
"If each of Zhu Xiaotian's swords is actually the same sword shot countless times, then these afterimages have an explanation. They are the afterimages left by themselves in the space after reaching the extreme. Then this
An attack method is a manifestation of his 'quickness'."
Thinking of this, all Tang Fei's clones who were evolving into fast swords did not hesitate to use their swords. This time it was no longer just two swords at once, but more, three swords, four swords... fifteen swords, etc.,
Almost everyone is trying, and even unknowingly, those long swords have been imbued with sharpness.
Since sharpness is also a kind of "quickness", Tang Fei believes that the two can learn from each other.
Time is passing bit by bit. The time flow rate in the world of Yuanshen is not the same as that in the outside world. It can even be a hundred times different. However, this is too much of the power of Yuanshen. Fortunately, he has the Chitian Mirror and can use the Haotian God.
The light source continuously restores the power of the soul, otherwise it will be sucked dry.
Tang Fei's eyes have completely withdrawn from the two of them. For him, it is no longer necessary to look at it at this moment. It is said that laymen watch the fun, and experts watch the door. But there are also differences between experts, even if Tang Fei has already seen it now
They have learned about the two people's doorways, but they are unable to penetrate into them at all. This is the difference in cultivation level and depth.
He has now found an opportunity, an opportunity for another breakthrough in kendo.
Tang Fei's swordsmanship is very good, but it is only very good in a certain aspect. It can even be said to be very strong. But his combat skills are not that great, and the opponents he has encountered before are all from the first-class ranger world.
Opponent, a big problem arises.
The problem is that the first type of Ranger world is just a reflection of civilization information. The fighting methods and magic weapons of everyone in it are actually imagined by some Chinese authors, or derived from myths and legends. In this way
, but it is much different from the fighting style of real monks in the world of cultivation.
Along the way, Tang Fei had only fought with monks from the world of cultivation once in the ancient battlefield of the Central Plains, and that time no monks who were too powerful came forward at all. They could not represent the public at all. This is why Tang Fei's
Swordsmanship was invincible against monks in the Ranger world in the past, but after arriving in the world of cultivation, it found many loopholes.
At this time, he is like a dry sponge, taking every opportunity to absorb the surrounding moisture to strengthen himself.
In his Niwan Palace, the original blazing fire of the soul was undergoing a strange change. A strange black ring surrounding the fire of the soul was constantly interacting with the fire of the soul.
Compatible with fire, the aperture is the physical embodiment of Tang Fei's sword intention of the Yin Way. At this moment, it begins to merge with the fire of the soul. This is a sign that his sword cultivation is about to break through.
In order for the monks to recover quickly after a battle, each viewing hall is filled with a strange energy. This energy seems to be configured from spiritual energy plus various elixirs, which can continuously heal injuries quickly, and at the same time also
Can restore lost real energy very quickly.
"Huh! You won in the end. It's a pity that I have been practicing hard for more than a hundred years..."
After only about half an hour, Meng Hu's almost invisible attack finally stopped, and his body appeared in a blank space far away from Zhu Xiaotian, with a trace of undisguised exhaustion on his face.
Yuyou said.
Regarding Meng Hu's surrender, Zhu Xiaotian nodded with a smile: "This "Liancheng Sword Art" is really too powerful. If I hadn't understood the Ten Thousand Swords Style before you, I would have lost. Fortunately for you
If I haven't practiced this sword technique to great perfection, otherwise... I, the best swordsman in the world, will go home and farm."
"You should have said it earlier! If you had said it earlier, I would have fought tooth and nail to defeat you, so that I could see how heroic you were when you were farming." Meng Hu laughed, then immediately admitted defeat and left.
Watching Meng Hu leave, Zhu Xiaotian accepted the winning reward and left the arena.
"I don't understand, I really don't understand, what is going on between Zhu Xiaotian and Meng Hu? Why did Meng Hu give up in the end?"
"You can't figure it out, right? That's right! If you understand your cultivation in the early stage of clutching, how can you make Zhu Xiaotian and Meng Hu embarrassed? But it can be seen that although Zhu Xiaotian was injured at the beginning,
The title of the best swordsman in the world is no joke."
"No matter what, today is an eye-opener for me, but I will have to work harder in the future. Even if I can't reach that point one day, I can't go too far behind!"
The battle came to an end, and discussions were heard again in various viewing halls, and several cheers directly sounded in Tang Fei's ears. There is no doubt that these people are dissatisfied with the Supreme Wuji Sect. After all, although Meng Hu is not a good person,
Although he is famous, some people will still hold grudges. Now that Meng Hu lost, it is inevitable for them to be happy.
Wu Lei took a deep breath, and the golden light in his eyes flickered and flew out of his eyes, turning into a crystal stone again. However, at this moment, the crystal stone was flashing with images one after another, which already made Meng Hu and Zhu Xiaotian's
The battle was recorded.
When he turned around and was about to speak to Tang Fei, Wu Lei's face was slightly startled. He saw that Tang Fei's eyes had been slightly closed at this moment, and the aura on his body was vague, and he looked extremely mysterious. Just when he was a little confused,
Tang Fei's eyes suddenly opened.
"Whoosh..."
Two golden and black rays of light flashed in Tang Fei's eyes, and at the same time, his plain face was filled with ecstasy. Without saying anything, Tang Fei suddenly stretched out his hand, pointed his right hand together, and stabbed slightly in front of him.
This stab didn't seem to be fast, but after stabbing it with one finger, six afterimages suddenly appeared on Tang Fei's right hand, and each afterimage still maintained the same movement as the previous stab.
Wu Lei's eyes were originally on Tang Fei. When he saw this scene, his eyes suddenly widened, his body trembled, and he shouted in a low voice: "Ten Thousand Swords Style?" (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature,