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Chapter 0168 The sword wins the sword

Chapter 0168 Victory with the Sword

Number 8 saw Qin Wushuang's aura as powerful as a rainbow, but he was not afraid. He spread out his palm, and a long sword shaped like autumn water appeared. He pointed it forward three times, and three sword flowers like cold light pierced the void and passed through directly.

Qin Wushuang's attack wave came towards Qin Wushuang's physical body.

These three sword flowers are held together very beautifully, with tricky angles and clever momentum. They are able to break through the air currents formed by the whip shadows all over the sky, which shows that this person has considerable attainments in swordsmanship.

Naturally, Qin Wushuang would not be hit by these three sword flowers. He swung the snake-shaped whip violently, like a ferocious beast, and immediately swallowed up the three sword flowers. With a roll of air, they disappeared completely.

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"Use a sword?" Qin Wushuang tapped the ground with his toes, took a few steps back, put the snake-shaped whip away, hid it in his waist, suddenly reached into his back, and suddenly pulled out the Ziyang Sword.

"This sword is called Ziyang. I just got it today. How about I test the sword with you?" Qin Wushuang said in a solemn tone. With a Ziyang sword in his hand, he only pinched a sword formula, and his aura suddenly emerged. There was a faint feeling.

The bearing of a great master.

Qin Wushuang had studied sword skills countless times in his previous life. However, in this life, although he had occasional insights, this was the first time he actually used them against the enemy.

But this first time is not really the first time for a rookie.

One person and one sword seemed to have an eternal long-cherished wish, as if they were destined to meet each other. Qin Wushuang held the sword in his hand, and countless sword intentions from his previous life suddenly came to him.

Countless top divine sword skills kept emerging in his mind.

"Dugu Nine Swords", "Tai Chi Sword", "Dharma Sword"...

No. 8 saw that Qin Wushuang was so confident that he dared to use the sword he got today to fight him, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry. However, since the beginning of the battle, his momentum has been completely taken over by the opponent.

At this time, the opponent did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, but actually changed weapons midway. This was a good thing for him. He sneered and said: "The sword I got today is used to fight the enemy. Your self-confidence is extraordinary.

powerful."

"Haha, it's not that I have strong self-confidence, it's just that my opponent is too weak."

Qin Wushuang's laughter fell, and suddenly he thrust out a sword with his hands and feet. This sword was flat and average at best, and he had no kendo skills at all.

But this frivolous sword strike surprised No. 8. The air flow from the sword tip was like a rolling heat wave. Before it even got close, it already made him feel an unbearable heat.

Come on.

This sword was actually Qin Wushuang's tentative sword, which fit the artistic conception of "no move to win, only one move". It seemed like there was no move, but in fact, behind the sword, there were countless possibilities of changing the move.

If the opponent takes this move, a barrage of moves will follow, overwhelming him and making him unable to escape.

However, Number 8 was very sharp. Seeing that Qin Wushuang's sword was completely irregular and knowing that it was a deception, he did not take it at all. Instead, he took a few steps back. The sword vibrated, and he moved quickly towards Qin Wushuang.

Wushuang then flew over, surged in the air, and stabbed out a series of sword lights, calling towards Qin Wushuang's vital parts.

"snort!"

No. 8 snorted coldly, and said without stopping every time he stabbed the sword, "This sword of mine has defeated no less than ten innates, and you will be no exception!"

As he spoke, his figure flashed and moved rapidly, without stopping for a moment. In conjunction with his body movements, his sword movement was extremely fast, and his strike was so fast that onlookers could hardly see the speed of his sword draw.

When Qin Wushuang saw his formation, he knew that he planned to win with speed and a quick sword!

"Comparing speed?" Qin Wushuang smiled inwardly, "Since I debuted, who have I lost to in comparing speed? This guy seems to be proud of his speed, so I will defeat him in terms of speed!"

Qin Wushuang did not neglect either. With the Purple Sun Sword in hand, he was not in a hurry to attack, but kept following No. 8 in circles. Following the opponent's attacks, he kept changing his steps.

"Ling Yun Immortal Step" doesn't look very amazing in terms of absolute speed. However, its movement and changes in a small area are full of weirdness.

This kind of weirdness made Qin Wushuang look like a ghost in terms of speed, which was completely unpredictable. As a result, the people watching the battle in the audience were naturally amazed.

No. 8's sword skills are certainly fast, but No. 6's movement skills are even faster. Not only is he fast, but he's also weird. It's so weird that they can't predict where he will go next.

"Where did this guy come from?" No. 8 attacked for a moment, feeling a little anxious. He had fought many innate disciples before, but he had never encountered one as difficult as the one in front of him.

of.

When attacking, he was as powerful as a mad tiger and his momentum was astonishing. When defending, he was watertight and couldn't find any openings at all.

Such a master should be well-known among the younger generation of Xingluo Palace, but why have they never heard of such a monster in Xingluo Palace beforehand?

Could it be that this guy is an innate disciple who just appeared recently?

Outside the camp, Wei Yi's face was still calm, but the surprise in his heart was obviously much better than before. He really didn't expect that this newly promoted young junior brother would be so experienced, no matter in terms of movement skills or combat experience.

No matter what, he doesn't look like a novice at all. There is no immaturity at all, but only maturity and an air of ease.

"Senior Brother Wei." Zhou Fu's voice suddenly sounded.

"Junior sister Zhou, is there another junior sister who is feeling emotional?" Wei Yi asked with a smile.

"Little sister, I want to take back what I said earlier." Zhou Fu had a somewhat happy smile on her face.

"Oh? Junior sister Zhou said a lot of things today, but I don't know which one she specifically meant?"

"It's what I said earlier when we were outside, regarding who would win the championship, and I said that Senior Brother Wei had foresight." Zhou Fu said with a smile.

"Huh?" Wei Yi laughed dumbly, "Does Junior Sister Zhou have a new understanding?"

"I believe that Senior Brother Wei has also noticed that No. 8 will definitely be defeated." When Zhou Fu said this, she paused deliberately and stared at Wei Yi with a pair of beautiful eyes, as if to observe him after hearing this.

expression.

Wei Yi smiled faintly: "Innate battles are constantly changing. I'm afraid it's still difficult to draw a conclusion at this time, right?"

In fact, why didn't Wei Yi see the situation of No. 8? It seemed that he was indeed attacking and taking the initiative. However, the opponent's movement skills obviously couldn't find any flaws. If this consumption continues, the attacking side will be frustrated for a long time without any results.

.If the impetuous mentality cannot be suppressed, the sword will inevitably lose its rules and allow the opponent to take advantage of it!

Zhou Fu can naturally see this with her eyesight. Wei Yi is better than Zhou Fu in terms of cultivation methods and vision, so it is impossible not to see it.

Sure enough, No. 8 had been unable to attack for a long time, and his mentality had changed slightly. His spiritual power was activated again, and his long robe was dancing. Suddenly, his body skills changed again.

The speed actually increased again, and for a while, rows of afterimages of people appeared on the stage. It was as if No. 8 gave birth to dozens or hundreds of clones in an instant, and they kept greeting Qin Wushuang.

The sword's light flashed vertically and horizontally, making a "crackling" sound in the void.

At this time, everyone under the ring had held their breath. They knew that if the battle reached such a stalemate, the winner would not be far away.

Especially Yan Feng, who clenched his fists tightly. The moment Qin Wushuang showed the Purple Sun Sword, he recognized it and almost blurted out "Okay". Fortunately, he was still restrained and did not lose his temper too much. But

I am already overjoyed.

"Senior Brother Qin... hold on!" Yan Feng pinched his palms fiercely. The sword skills of No. 8 were really fast, and the coordination of body skills was completely flawless. If it was replaced by these acquired warriors,

If you go up there, maybe twenty of them will only be killed instantly.

It was so fast that bystanders could not see clearly. So how difficult the situation for the authorities must be!

"This No. 8 has probably reached the state of 'man and sword becoming one'. The sword in his hand is no different from his arm. It is too fast and too comfortable."

The crowd exclaimed in admiration. Those who were originally optimistic about Qin Wushuang could not help but waver in their thoughts at this time. They felt that under such a fast sword, it was impossible for No. 6 to escape unscathed!

However, how can the innate world be something that acquired warriors like them can speculate on?

What seems impossible in their eyes is full of possibilities in the innate world!

Qin Wushuang was very happy. This sword move was indeed fast, but it was only at the level of the "Wind and Thunder Sword". In terms of speed, it might be faster than the "Wind and Thunder Sword", but in terms of ruthlessness and the desire to kill, it might not be able to.

Better than that Li Wuji!

Qin Wushuang's Purple Sun Sword suddenly swung, and his body rolled up violently, twisting into a tornado. The Purple Sun Sword in his hand spun around, forming an air ball that seemed both offensive and defensive, and rushed forward like a cannonball.

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He has completely seen through No. 8's sword intent. If he sees through the sword intent, all the opponent's quick swords are nothing more than a cover-up. As long as he avoids the most deadly sword, all other imaginary swords are simply charades to increase his power.

Ding dong!

Qin Wushuang's Purple Sun Sword was thrust forward with incredible speed.

This sword was accurate and direct without any error. It hit directly and could hold up No. 8's sword body.

When the sword was held up, all the sword movements suddenly lost their meaning, and the focus of the competition suddenly became the competition of spiritual power.

Qin Wushuang urged three times in a row, and the Ziyang Sword made a harsh "buzzing" sound. Only a "click" was heard, and the light of No. 8's autumn-like sword suddenly dimmed. The dim spots immediately appeared.

A gap was made like a saw tooth!

The collision between swords, Ziyang Sword, complete victory!

Qin Wushuang laughed loudly: "I have learned your sword skills, now let's see my finger sword!"

After saying that, he inserted the Ziyang Sword behind his back, danced his hands, connected his fingertips, and moved his thumbs together, and two "Shaoshang Swords" spurted out, like two dragons playing with pearls, one on the left and one on the right, with two strong waves.

A real sword, thrust straight through.

No. 8 did not expect that Qin Wushuang's fingertips could emit sword-like attacks. He quickly blocked with his sword, but this block could only hinder the momentum for a moment.

Qin Wushuang's sword power was at its peak, and the "Tianmai Condensing Strength Sword" was full of sword intent. The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and it continued to thrust out with the dance of his fingertips. Various sword power came one after another, like raindrops, hitting his head and face.

The force of this sword that was comparable to a bullet was beyond the ability of No. 8 to resist at this time. He only blocked it three or four times before being hit on the shoulder blade by a "center thrust sword", which immediately penetrated a large hole and caused blood to flow.

As noted!


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