Nangong Huajian raised his eyebrows and began to wave the sword according to what Lu Ming said. Because Lu Ming once said that this set of sword techniques did not win with sword moves, but relying on the sword force. The more sword moves you use, the stronger the sword force will be, and it will be buckled and tight, and it will be airtight!
"What kind of sword technique is this? How could it make me feel erratic?" Cheng Zifeng suddenly felt that the air flow around him was unstable, as if he was in a terrifying wave. Moreover, as the sword stabbed out, the other party became stronger and stronger. He had even rushed towards him, but he could not find his flaws!
This set of sword techniques can actually be used without any flaws, but why have I never seen them? My master is the Sword Saint, but I have also obtained the strongest Sword Saint Sword Treasure!
Cheng Zifeng was extremely surprised. In his surprise, he had to avoid his sharpness and retreated. The gap on his forehead always opened an inconspicuous small gap, always staring at the places where Nangong Huajian might make mistakes in order to win.
It was indeed a good sword technique! Nangong Huajian used one move after another, and he also had a new understanding of the power of this sword technique. Nangong Huajian did not really practice this sword technique at that time, but he just wanted to study it carefully in the future. After all, Lu Ming's sword technique was not wrong, but he didn't expect that he would use this sword technique in just a few days, and it worked quite well!
If you have time, you will focus on practicing this sword technique!
As proud as Nangong Huajian, he is as happy as if he has obtained a rare treasure. After all, if you have a truly excellent swordsmanship, why bother to practice other things?
The swordsmen looked at Nangong Huajian and forced Cheng Zifeng to the edge of the field step by step, and their hearts were also raised. If Cheng Zifeng left the battle circle, he would lose. It seems that the winner and the loss will be decided at this moment!
A genius like me and a sword saint's eye can't defeat Nangong Huajian! Cheng Zifeng was filled with anger that could ignite the planet, but his feet were already on the edge of the field. A genius like me would lose... Huh?
Cheng Zifeng's eyes suddenly found that Nangong Huajian's sword stunning for a moment, as if he had not fully understood the key marrow of swordsmanship. Although it was only a moment, it was enough.
When Cheng Zifeng saw this flaw, the sword in his hand burst out fiercely with the blessing of his anger!
Nangong Huajian's sword was like an egg found in a gap, and it was directly broken layer by layer. Finally, Cheng Zifeng twisted his body in the air, and the anger was completely infused into the sword in his hand.
With a click, Nangong Huajian's sword flew out immediately, and on the hilt, there was a hand holding it on it, and the blood contained inside was spewed out instantly.
Puchi! Nangong Huajian suddenly shot out a blood fountain on his right wrist. His meridians were emitting full strength and were circulating around his body at a speed beyond imagination. Once the blood was obtained, the place where he could vent his breath was flocked out.
Hula... Big drops of blood fell on the ground, a scene that can only be seen during heavy rains. Nangong Huajian's face turned pale in an instant!
"What?" The sword students, who were expecting the results of the competition, suddenly grew their eyes, and their necks stretched out like ducks raised by others. They were surprised and even forgot to breathe. The next moment, countless people began to rub their eyes hard, trying to see if the situation they saw was true.
What! Zhuoligetu's huge body jumped into the arena like a running bison. When he clearly saw the broken hand holding the hilt of the sword on the ground, he was still twitching unconsciously. His heart, which had been half cold because of his injury, instantly freezing.
this……
The Saint didn't know what she should say for a moment. The battle just now was indeed very thrilling, but in the end he had an advantage. But who would have thought that at the last moment, he was defeated and was cut off one palm!
"This is the battle, changing rapidly. Before the final victory, everything will be unknown." When Lu Ming rushed out, the saint heard this in his ear.
Lu Ming once again helped Nangong Huajian stop the blood with skillful and precise means. But seeing the white bones on the bloody wound were exposed, and his brows couldn't help but frown together.
The silent cold sword on the side saw Lu Ming silently, and his face became even colder. This was already a lifelong disability. Even if Lu Ming had great powers, he was powerless.
"It's okay." Nangong Huajian showed an ugly smile on his pale face: "On the day I took the sword, I had the best and worst plan. This is actually nothing compared to life. I still have my left hand."
Lu Ming is not good at communicating with others, so he really doesn't know what to say at this moment. However, since Nangong Huajian has such a mentality, it is a good thing. As long as he wants to practice, he can teach him the left-hand sword himself.
Cheng Zifeng shook his sword, coldly threw away the few drops of blood stained on it, then looked at Leng Jian and said, "Leng Jian, everyone around you will be implicated because of you. I will cut off the hands of all you participating in the competition!"
He said expressionlessly, although his words were cold, they were underestimated. He looked at Qing'er: "Little girl, you are very lucky. You don't have to waste your hands this time."
Lu Ming's face was very cold, and he said, "There is no way to predict life and death on the ring. There is nothing to blame for today's affairs, but I came and said that you and I were on the ring. I will find the venue today."
"You?" Cheng Zifeng looked at Lu Ming very disdainfully, then looked at the wooden sword in his hand, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The sword saint's eyeball he obtained can defeat the world's swordsmanship. As long as you have flaws, I can find that in this regard, I am a high-end that people in the world cannot have!
Moreover, the sword saint's eyes contain a large amount of sword saint's power. The more fusion it is with your body, the higher the degree of fit it will be, the wider the flaws you find will be, and the trickier you will be, and your sword energy will become stronger!
When Cheng Zifeng closed the sword, he glanced at Lu Ming casually, raised a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, and turned around and left.
"This bastard..." Zhuo Ligetu was so angry that he was about to bite his teeth. He could look down on me, but you can't look down on my brother! So he made a decision from then on. If he could use his sword again one day, the first thing he did was to destroy this successful villain!
On the field, the emotions of the swordsmen were once again set off, and people looked at Cheng Zifeng with respect and awe.
"I didn't expect that I didn't expect that all the old geniuses like Nangong Huajian were handed down to Cheng Zifeng's hands. This result was really unexpected!"
"Yes, from now on, it seems that the title of the number one genius in Qing Yuanzhou must be Cheng Zifeng."
"Qing Yuanzhou? Hey! You forgot the next game, but you have to play all the geniuses in the entire empire together. I think with Cheng Zifeng's ruthless skills and super combat power, all the geniuses in the country will definitely have his name."
The swordsmen whispered, some of them knew Cheng Zifeng's history of making a fortune, and when they saw the methods he showed now, they instinctively wanted to stay away from him, and it would be better not to have any connection.
Cheng Gang's face turned pale because he found that no matter whether it was Cheng Zifeng or Nangong Huajian, he could not take over any set of swordsmanship he used without being injured. In this way, he would definitely lose.
"How do these people practice? Why can't I do it?" Seeing that they were not old, the fire of jealousy in Cheng Gang's heart burned again. However, he suddenly realized a qi swept by his side. He immediately turned his head and found a swordsman of his age looking at him. The man was named Liu Yanlong, at the level of the Six-Strike Sword Master, and two subordinates were following him.
Cheng Gang quietly dodged back. These people were subordinates of the No. 2 Saint. When they came here, they obviously came to watch the battle, hoping to find geniuses from it, become their own command, and strengthen their own power.
Cheng Gang knew that the reason why the other party glanced at him was actually because he was blocking between them and Cheng Zifeng. It seemed that his performance had attracted the attention of the already rich Saint No. 2.
Bucheng Gang didn't plan to tell his boss about this, because any of these geniuses could completely cover up his light.
But he didn't know how the Saint begged Lu Ming not to hurt him when he fought against Lu Ming.
Lu Ming's indifferent eyes just glanced at him and knew Cheng Gang's thoughts. He followed his eyes and saw Liu Yanlong with a proud face. This man also looked quite talented, had a good realm, and had reached the height of the eight-front sword master. It seemed that he was quite interested in Cheng Zifeng.
When Liu Yanlong saw Cheng Zifeng's performance, his eyes lit up. If he could invite this person to the saint's subordinates, his overall strength would inevitably rise to a higher level, and he would also be favored by the saint because of this, and he would get more benefits.
Thinking of the various benefits that might be obtained, Liu Yanlong smiled proudly, and walked to Cheng Zifeng with his two subordinates. The polite and polite person said, "Liu Yanlong is the subordinate of the second largest saint in the sword hall. This time, he saw the performance of his brother, which is really admirable. My saint is keen on the heroes and specially sent me to invite him to become the saint's subordinates and create a career together."
Liu Yanlong's words were rude, and his posture was low enough. After all, the saint's future height was incomparable to the hall master.
The swordsmen sighed enviously: "Now that the competition has just ended, a powerful person like the Saint has already thrown out an olive branch. A genius is a genius!"
"The saint will have the opportunity to worship the three sword priests in the future. In this regard, there are only three people in the entire continent who have the chance. With such a powerful force, I am afraid that a saint can compare with our entire Qingyuanzhou, right?"
"How can there be a comparable surname between the two?" Another Jiansheng corrected: "The three sword priests are the source of our entire continental sword. The worship of the sword priest is equivalent to climbing to the top. As long as you stretch your hand, you can reach the sky!" (To be continued.)