The sword students sighed for a moment, but Leng Jian felt a more severe amazement in his heart. If he hadn't met Lu Ming, the path he chose would soon be an absolute path of death, a legend? Perhaps his life would be just a topic of conversation for a few people after dinner!
Zhuoligetu was not at all concerned about the conversations of many swordsmen. This time he absorbed the array eye and his strength was no longer comparable. If what he lacked now was, it was a hearty battle, and this time it was very similar to his own feelings! Of course, I also had to look for opportunities to return this favor.
"Cold sword!" Zhuo Ligetu walked back with the giant sword. On the way, his tiny eyes glanced at Cheng Zifeng, and couldn't help but smile, saying, "Now it seems that you can't avenge with your own hands, but don't worry, I will definitely let you watch it by the side, feel comfortable, and make you feel like you take revenge with your own hands."
Leng Jian was speechless. If Zhuo Ligetu could advance smoothly, it would actually be unrelated to whether he revenge or not. He had been with Lu Ming for so long and had realized that as long as his strength was strong enough, hatred and those who secretly peeped at him, it can even be said that most of the crises can be resolved invisibly. Some of them would even take the initiative to show kindness to him and may become partners.
In fact, Nangong Huajian is the best example of this change in relationship. The problem is that your wrist must be strong and your sword must be strong enough, just like... Lu Ming.
Zhuoligetu patted Leng Jian on the shoulder and said, "If you don't speak, I'll just treat you as a default?"
"Just concentrate on the game." Leng Jian said rarely at this moment. He was very worried that Zhuoligetu would always think about revenge in the battle, but lost his calm mind. Although Zhuoligetu was meticulous, any small deviation in the battle was fatal, and this was not allowed at all.
"See it? You see it? Before this started, the smell of gunpowder came out!" A Jiansheng said loudly: "This guy from the foreign country dares to speak like this. Will Cheng Zifeng let him go?"
"Yes, this guy was throwing a lot of oil on the fire of the Death Group!"
"That's it. Although I don't know his background, we all are so familiar with Cheng Zifeng. Before he stepped into the sword courtyard, he had already seriously injured and died. Now that so many years have passed, we won't say how much potential it has been discovered, even if the sword saint is personally guiding this, even if countless people are on tiptoe, I am very optimistic about him this time."
"Who said it? This friend from the foreign border is also quite sharp. What's more, Nangong Huajian, who has been famous for many years, is definitely not a decoration. It is hard to say who wins and who loses."
The reactions of the sword students were naturally clearly seen by the senior management of the Sword Hall. They also wanted to know who was more genius, so they ordered an elder in a heavy voice: "The competition begins, the first group, Zhuoligetu vs. Cheng Zifeng!"
As soon as this statement was made, the swordsmen immediately made a twitch. Almost everyone crowded to the competition area, scrambling to occupy the best viewing location in order to see every detail of the game. In addition to a few swordsmen who watched the fun, there were still many swordsmen who wanted to use this opportunity to enrich themselves. After all, the swordsmen in this death group are recognized experts!
Lu Ming's attention was also attracted because he always felt that Cheng Zifeng had a weird smell, but he couldn't figure out what it was. In the battle, I thought Cheng Zifeng would definitely expose this weird place.
"Start!" The instructor gave the order.
The fierce fighting spirit of Zhuo Ligetu's body immediately burst out, and the speed of the sword energy flowing in his body also rose in an instant. He entered a state of combat in just this moment. He dragged the giant sword back and forth and slowly paced, with his small eyes staring at Cheng Zifeng like an eagle, without letting go of any detail on the other party.
"Roar!!" Zhuo Ligetu shouted loudly, and his huge body rushed out suddenly. At the same time, a heavy sword in his hand drew several extremely fierce arcs. The magnificent lines instantly formed a huge sword. Zhuo Ligetu was holding these several sword energy, as if the fishing fish skillfully thrown out by the old fisherman, which completely covered Cheng Zifeng's space!
"Good sword!" Jiansheng shouted loudly: "Although this sword does not use any powerful sword technique, under his strong power and powerful speed, he can definitely exert power comparable to sword technique. Moreover, he saved the time to perform sword technique and gained a pre-emptive opportunity for the battle!"
"That's right! Being able to attack as fast as possible during battle is a manifestation of his extremely strong fighting talent, and his fighting spirit is so fierce, it's like a fierce blasting bear!"
A mentor next to him looked at his colleague beside him, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Whether it is power or combat talent, this person outside the border can be called a master. If his performance is good enough, I think Jiantang will open the door for him this time."
"Yes, the descendants have more talents, which is what we Jiantang most hope to see. This young man is strong and agile, and is really a rare talent. I see how his opponent should take this move." The mentor next to him turned his gaze to Cheng Zifeng.
Lu Ming knew that Zhuoligetu had used his peak power now, and this sword was even simpler and direct. I think he couldn't see through Cheng Zifeng. Only by taking the initiative could he force Cheng Zifeng to use his unique skills. This can be said to be a very smart way of playing. Now it depends on how Cheng Zifeng should deal with it.
At this moment, feeling the fierce sword energy attacking, Cheng Zifeng was still standing calmly, and found that the barbarian was indeed smart enough, and the sword was also fierce enough to make up for the lack of swordsmanship with extremely strong power. The heavy sword should be the way to fight.
However, he is now standing opposite him! Cheng Zifeng, based on what he has learned for many years, was thinking about how to deal with this sword at a very fast speed. But after a moment, he knew that he had no way to stop it. After all, the long sword and such a giant sword were simply seeking death, but he could not retreat. If he retreated, it would be equivalent to giving up the opportunity to draw the sword. If this opportunity was lost, he would be completely passive next. Although it would be easy for him to defeat him in the battle, he would lose the lottery. This time, he would have to take the halo of wonderful victory and take a complete trial.
This time, I must break away from the restrictions of the prefecture, enter the whole country, and attract the real attention of the senior management of the Sword Hall. Only in this way can my own sword path go further, and I must have my own name in the next Seven Swords!
However, Zhuo Ligetu's sword is definitely superb, so let him become the stepping stone for his reputation!
Cheng Zifeng's eyes narrowed slightly, showing a dangerous curve. At this moment, a tiny gap suddenly cracked on his forehead and a globe flashed.
Although only a small part of this eyeball is exposed, it cannot conceal its high-end posture. It is like a creator who looks down on the people with compassion and disappears immediately.
"I saw it!" In just this moment, Cheng Zifeng used this eyeball to clearly see the running route of Zhuoligetu sword technique, and even subsequent moves. The only flaw in it was impossible to hide!
With a choking sound, Cheng Zifeng's sword was immediately unsheathed, and his wrist led the sword edge and its subtle angle to penetrate, and easily avoided the layers of attacks, instantly pointing to Zhuoligetu's wrist skin!
All the Jiansheng's eyes were about to pop out. From their surprised expressions, they were able to see how surprised they were by Cheng Zifeng's incredible sword!
However, time seemed to have stopped at this moment. Everyone watched the sword edge press against their wrist skin, and they even forgot to breathe in surprise!
Even the mentors of the Sword Hall were all surprised. With their realm, they naturally saw this flaw in Zhuo Ligetu, but they didn't expect that Cheng Zifeng could see through it at a glance and successfully won!
This is a victory achieved by just one sword in an almost completely passive situation!
"Cheng Zifeng, win..."
Swish! Just when the sword hall instructor shouted out the name of the winner, the sword edge attached to Zhuoligetu's wrist swept over easily. When everyone was focused, the sword edge could even be seen cutting the skin, cutting the muscles and blood vessels that were beating due to force, and meridians that quickly retracted due to breaking...
hiss!
The swordsmen who had just forgotten to breathe took a deep breath at the same time, but even so, it was not as cold as the heart. Everyone present was swordsmen. They knew more than anyone else about the important surname of swordsmen. So this coldness was bone-broken cold, and even so cold that almost everyone shivered several times in succession. This was the most direct fear from instinct!
"wrist……"
A Jiansheng shook his whole body for several times before he returned to normal. He shook his head and said, "Looking at his wound, even his tendons were broken. This person is completely useless!"
"Who said no, a swordsman, if he loses his sword's hand and can no longer pick up the sword, how can he call it a swordsman?"
"This person outside the Great Wall can be called a genius, but who would have thought that he would end up like this! Alas!"
For a moment, the swordsmen looked at the injured wrist and their faces showed a hint of sadness. This was not their great compassion, but their empathy from the perspective of a swordsman. (To be continued.)