Under the attention of everyone, Xuan Mingxin was the first to show off his weapon. A simple and gorgeous scimitar was held in her hand, and under the shadow of the morning light, it emitted a restrained but dazzling light.
"I didn't expect that the master of the hall gave her this knife. It seems that the master of the hall has many high expectations for her."
After seeing the gorgeous scimitar, Xuan Mingkong spoke to Yue Mochen.
Yue Mochen nodded without hesitation. Although he had never seen this scimitar before, he could still see its extraordinaryness. It should be the "Feng Drink" in Xuan Mingjue's memory.
From Xuan Mingjue's memory, it was learned that this precious sword "Fengyin" was once a weapon used by the founder of Xuan Fengtang. It was one of the few holy weapons in Xuan Fengtang. It appeared in Xuan Mingxin's hand at this time, which really surprised Yue Mochen.
While the two of them were talking, Honduras also interrupted, "Oh, this is an angry rhythm. You said that Xiao Mofeng is really a piece of wood. He doesn't show his goodwill to him?"
"Say it? You underestimate this woman too much."
Yue Mochen shook his head and smiled, "The great fat classmate, the more beautiful the poisonous snake is, the more deadly its poison is. Don't you understand this principle?"
"After you say that, I want to see how terrible she is. Unfortunately, it's not me who competes with her on stage, otherwise, hehe..."
Honduras said, giving out a strange smile, his tiny eyes squeezed into a thin slit by the fat that was touched by the smile.
"If you were on stage, you would have only one move." Xuan Mingkong attacked mercilessly.
Honduras was about to say something to prove that it was not so easy to solve, but at this time, the referee had announced that the game had begun.
His eyes were cold and calm, and Xiao Mofeng's long sword was unsheathed.
With a "clang!", a faint blue spiritual energy surged out, like a flame wrapped around the sword body, flapping continuously. The long sword was unsheathed, and Xiao Mofeng's momentum also changed. His originally calm eyes were as sharp as the sword light, piercing people's hearts.
The long sword used by Xiao Mofeng was not the ordinary long sword used in Qianyue Palace. The sword body was narrow, long and sharp, and the sword edges were tiny, exquisite and steel patterns. It was obvious that it was from the master's hand. This sword was definitely a high-level spiritual weapon.
However, even for advanced spiritual weapons, Xiao Mofeng is still at an absolute disadvantage against the upper holy-level treasure sword "Fengyin".
Seeing Xiao Mofeng draw his sword, a hint of pride flashed in Xuan Mingxin's beautiful eyes. She believed that with the power of the holy weapon, she would definitely win this battle.
No more boring to say anything, Xuan Mingxin moved his feet and the graceful figure swept forward, and the indigo-green spiritual energy wrapped her body. She was like a storm, running directly to Xiao Mofeng on one side of the stage.
Xiao Mofeng's eyes narrowed, but there was no expression on his face, and a sharp aura emanated from him.
I saw his right foot slightly bent, and the next moment he bounced out. The dark blue spiritual energy rolled up light smoke, and Xiao Mofeng's body rushed forward brought out phantoms that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye!
"So fast!"
The audience in the audience was shocked, especially those warriors from small forces. They were all surprised to see the two people on the stage, like lightning.
"What the two of them cultivate is all the wind-attributed spiritual energy, and it is normal to have a fast speed. If one of them cannot keep up with the speed, the rhythm of the game will be captured by the other party."
In the audience, an old man gently stroked the long beard on his chin and said lightly.
Upon hearing this, people around him looked at him with respect, and some even agreed: "The old senior said it very reasonably. So, according to what he saw, which player would be stronger?"
"Well..."
The old man was speechless and his hand was stroking his beard suddenly paused. He glanced at the questioner with some complaints. Seeing that the latter was looking at him with anticipation, he couldn't have a good attack, so he had to pretend to say: "It's too early to say this now. Winning and losing things are not enough. They are affected by many factors."
As soon as this statement was spoken, many echoes sounded: "Sir, it's true..."
The old man nodded proudly: "Go too much."
But looking at the proud expression on his face, how could he mean to be over-reward?
At this time, someone said again: "But senior, the man just now didn't ask who would win, but asked who was stronger."
"Yes, yes..." everyone echoed, and played the role of a fence-breasted man with great competence.
"Everything is the same, all the same..." the old man said vaguely, not paying attention to his words at all, which were exactly inconsistent with the previous words.
However, at this moment, no one has time to pay attention to this detail, because the two people on the stage finally narrowed to the face-to-face distance!
"Empressive drinking!"
With Xuan Mingxin's bellow shout, a twisted indigo blue sword light appeared and rushed towards Xiao Mofeng, who was only three steps away!
The sword light is like waves and water, as slow as it is fast, as if it is up and down, rippling out like a nightmare, making people unable to tell which point the other party is going to attack.
"The wind blows silently!"
Under the nervous and excited eyes of everyone, Xiao Mofeng drew his sword. The angle of the sword was incredible, as if an antelope was hanging on its horns, strange but just right.
A dark blue light and shadow flashed out, forming a sharp sword light and blasting towards the sword light.
There was a "ding" sound!
Two lights and shadows, one blue and one blue, blasted together, and then melted silently, and the distance between the two instantly got closer!
"Shadows follow the wind!"
This time, Xiao Mofeng did not allow Xuan Mingxin to take action, but took the lead in drawing the sword. The figures of the two were staggered, and his right hand holding the sword shook into the void!
A stunning sword light came from the void, silently but majestic, and magnificently striking Xuan Mingxin's chest.
Xuan Mingxin quickly took a step back, and the wind blew out horizontally, and the blade light floated out in an attempt to regain the initiative.
Xiao Mofeng's eyes were sharp, and his wrist turned, and the long swords in his hand pierced out one after another. Sword lights appeared silently. The sword light burst out in a very small range, layer by layer, spread out, and spread towards the opponent's sword light.
"What?" The oncoming sword light made Xuan Mingxin feel like mountains, mountains stacked, and like boundless seas, with wild waves and waves constantly impacting her mind.
At this moment, Xuan Mingxin finally put away her underestimation. She already understood that by relying solely on the advantage of weapons, she could not win this game, and she had to deal with it with all her strength!
A trace of determination flashed between her beautiful eyebrows, and her legs bounced, and her charming body rose from the ground, jumped up several feet high, and slashed out with a sudden knife!