Zhou Hong and Jian Feifan were a few meters apart, and the sword intent they released began to clash, causing everyone to retreat in shock.
Swordsmanship is swordsmanship, it’s really different!
Many warriors are envious to death.
Swords are commonly used weapons. If you become a swordsman, your skills will skyrocket!
pity.
The requirements for becoming a sword cultivator are too demanding, and not just anyone can become one if they want to.
Even if you have the system in hand, it's like a cheating Master Jun. If you don't have the qualifications to practice swordsmanship, you can't just be a martial arts cultivator.
Even though Ye Xingchen, who was reborn as the Great Emperor, had practiced the Lingjian Divine Art, he was still only a martial arts cultivator and could not compete with the swordsmanship cultivator.
"Start!" the referee shouted.
Zhou Hong and Jian Feifan always looked at each other.
After a while, they all took ten steps back, keeping a sufficient distance from each other.
The two of them did not explode with momentum or psychic energy. They just looked at me and I looked at you, and the scene seemed to be frozen.
Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched and said, "Here he comes."
When he accepted Zhou Hong into the faction, he thought that the battle between swordsmen and swordsmen would be boring, and the battle between swordsmen and swordsmen would be even more boring!
"Show your sword." Zhou Hong said.
Jian Feifan said: "My sword will only be unsheathed when I make a move."
"Let's take action."
"Whenever I make a move, the sword will definitely see blood."
"So I make the first move?"
"When competing with swordsmen, I like to let my opponent draw his sword first."
"Why?"
"Because it can measure the strength of the opponent and whether it is worth letting me use the sword."
"..."
Everyone's mouths twitched.
You two, you are competing. Can you stop chatting and start fighting? We are all sleepy!
"They're impatient."
Zhou Hongdao: "You must want us to fight as soon as possible."
Jian Feifan said: "They don't understand that the conversation between you and me is actually a kind of competition."
Jun Changxiao couldn't stand it anymore.
He really wanted to send an emoticon package saying, "Is this the world of sword cultivators?" to express his feelings of collapse.
"Qiang!"
Zhou Hong finally unsheathed his sword and said, "If the world doesn't understand you, a swordsman is destined to be lonely."
"I deeply agree." Jian Feifan said.
Zhou Hong held the sword in one hand and said, "I'm going to make a move."
"Please." Jian Feifan said.
Brush! Brush! Brush!
Zhou Hong took a step forward, and the ancient long sword suddenly slashed in the void, and streaks of sword light burst out instantly.
"So fast!" The strong men from each faction exclaimed in surprise.
Even though they were watching intently, they still didn't catch how many times Zhou Hong drew his sword in one breath!
Jian Feifan captured it and was shocked in his heart!
He could draw sixty swords in one breath, which was a full thirty swords more than himself!
This definitely requires some advanced sword skills!
"Qiang————"
While thinking, Jian Feifan waved one hand, and a three-foot long sword appeared out of thin air, directly slashing out streaks of unparalleled sword energy in the void.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
The two sword energies collided immediately, and a crisp sound was heard, as if they were intertwined with beautiful music.
All the sword energy was canceled out, and the two men still stood there holding their swords.
Zhou Hongdao: "You took action twice."
Jian Feifan gave a wry smile and said: "You have too much sword energy, I can only take one more shot."
"Sword power!"
Zhou Hong turned his wrist and said: "Jinghong!"
The sword is unsheathed and the sword light flashes!
call out!
Pi Lian's unparalleled sword energy instantly attacked Jian Feifan with cold force, and the power was far stronger than when it was used in Death Valley!
Li Qingyang and others are getting stronger, and Zhou Hong, who is always learning the sword, will be damned if he stays still.
"brush!"
Facing the oncoming sword energy, Jian Fei held the sword in both hands, suddenly slashed from top to bottom, and shouted: "The rainbow penetrates the sun!"
call!
The sword energy bursts out!
boom!
The two sword energies collided directly, and the cold and fierce wind roared instantly, causing everyone's faces to feel as painful as a knife!
Although these two sword cultivators talked a lot, the sword intent they unleashed when they actually fought was so terrifying!
The second fight was evenly matched!
Zhou Hong bent down slightly, with a cold look on his face that looked slightly weathered.
"Hoo ho!"
In an instant, an aura similar to spiritual power emerged from the whole body, and the leaves that were swaying in the wind were immediately torn apart on the spot!
The stone slab beneath the feet that was shaken by the fight between Xiao Sinji and Qing Linfeng was also cut into small pieces!
Jian Feifan frowned, sheathed his sword, and said, "You win."
ah?
Everyone was immediately dumbfounded.
Judging from the situation, there was nothing anyone could do, so why did they surrender?
Only Ye Xingchen knew that the sword force unleashed by Zhou Hong was actually the second form of the Lingjian Divine Art - the Two-Character Art!
After only practicing Lingjian Shenjue for less than a year, he understood the second form, and his swordsmanship is really strong.
"Qiang!"
Zhou Hong sheathed his sword and said, "I accept it."
He really wanted to have a happy battle with Jian Feifan, but at this moment, he represented the Iron Bone Sect and wanted to focus on winning the fight.
Jian Feifan put the sword into the space ring, cupped it in his hand and said: "If there is a chance in the future, Jian will go to the Iron Bone Sect and learn your sword moves."
"Welcome at any time." Zhou Hong said.
"..."
Everyone collapsed.
You two talked a lot of nonsense, but the battle ended in less than a minute. It's so fucked up.
This is a competition between swordsmen.
Once you lose to the opponent to a certain extent, there is no need to continue fighting unless there is a fight between life and death.
not to mention.
Zhou Hong was already stronger than Jian Fei Fei in terms of sword power, and he used the second move of Ling Jian Shen Jue. The latter was unable to catch the sword move and ended up dying by the sword.
It’s not a life and death battle, so why risk it?
…
The duel between the sword cultivators ended with the victory of the Iron Bone Sect, and the injured must have been the Holy Spring Sect. After all, they lost another game.
"Nine."
Elder Jin said with a trembling voice: "This last battle must be won!"
"I know, I know." Gu Chaojiu scratched his head and walked lazily onto the stage.
"Qianqian, go ahead." Jun Chang said with a smile.
Lu Qianqian touched the bracelet he gave her and stepped onto the martial arts field.
"This last battle is usually the finale. The Iron Bone Sect actually sent a female disciple?"
"You have won too many games, don't you respect the Holy Spring Sect?"
"In my opinion, maybe it's just a matter of letting go. It's going to give some of the fifth-rate sects a chance. After all, they've already lost seventy-one games."
Everyone was talking in low voices.
Gu Chaojiu was stunned and said to himself: "Our Holy Spring Sect has lost seventy-one games?"
No wonder the elders and fellow disciples look so ugly!
Gu Chaojiu, who was a little careless at first, stood upright and his eyes became sharp, as if he had changed into a different person in an instant.
"girl."
He said solemnly: "Although you are a woman, for the sake of the glory of the sect, Gu will not show mercy."
Lu Qianqian stopped and said calmly: "Disciple of the Iron Bone Zhengzheng Sect, Lu Qianqian."
"Disciple of Shengquan Sect, Gu Chaojiu."
After the two announced their names, the referee shouted: "Start!"
"Kakakka————"
In an instant, a blast of cold air roared out from Lu Qianqian's body, and wherever it passed, the ground quickly froze.
"I'm going!"
Gu Chaojiu said in shock: "Ice martial arts cultivator!"
"Nine Layers of Frozen Palm!"
Lu Qianqian raised her right palm with the ice bracelet, and a stronger cold wave swept over her.
"not good!"
Gu Chaojiu's face changed in shock, and he was about to use his body skills to escape, but his speed was slowed down by the cold air, and the frost gradually filled his entire face.
"I……"
Just as this direct disciple of the Holy Spiritual Root was about to speak, his whole body was suddenly stirred up by the cold current, his legs spread out in a running posture, and turned into a lifelike ice sculpture.
"brush!"
Lu Qianqian waved her long sleeves, and her powerful spiritual power swept over him, instantly pushing him to the ice on the ground and gliding onto the martial arts field.
"this……"
Everyone almost fell down collectively!
"Kakaka!"
After a few breaths, Gu Chaojiu unblocked it.
He was so cold that he hugged his shoulders and kept sneezing, and mucus flowed from his nose unconsciously.
"Elder Jin."
Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and said, "Sorry, my disciple won again."