Sun Ying was confident that his knife could split a piece of half-human-high granite, and this small dagger would be smashed before it was destroyed.

Unexpectedly, what surprised him was that Nie Qingwu's small dagger not only held the nine-hole big knife, but also revealed a powerful anti-shock force from the inconspicuous small dagger, cutting out the neat edge of his cold iron nine-ring knife and cutting out a gap the size of a grain of rice.

He couldn't help but change his face, his heart was in pain to death, and he was secretly shocked, what kind of dagger is this, sharper than the nine-hole broadsword I added sixty percent of cold iron?

How did he know that this little dagger was not only completely made of thousand-year-old cold iron, but also added the hardest star-patterned steel in the ancient martial arts world.

Moreover, Nie Qingwu is only defending, and has not attacked with all his strength, otherwise this cold iron nine-ring knife is more than a gap the size of a grain of rice.

Seeing that Sun Ying had no smug smile and a face like eating, Nie Qingwu laughed disdainfully: "What's the matter? The knife is broken, why don't you take a good knife to fight me, don't you Taiyimen have a lot of good weapons, do you want to, I'll wait for you, you go and change a knife to fight again." ”

Sun Ying's face was red and white, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into, this cold iron nine-ring knife was one of the few treasures in Taiyi Gate, and it couldn't stop the small flying knife, and what other weapon could stop it.

He forced out a smile: "Isn't it just a jump, it's not a big deal, you don't need to change weapons, just use it to fight you." ”

He hurriedly withdrew the big knife, and was about to slash it again, Nie Qingwu's hands flew in the air, and two cold and shining flying knives came out of his hands, one left and one right, drawing a beautiful arc in mid-air, as fast as a shock, directly flying Sun Ying's eyebrows.

Sun Ying saw the flying knife shooting, and drew the knife like this, dingding, two crisp sounds of gold and iron, and the two flying knives were blocked by the nine-hole silver ring broadsword.

The block was blocked, and I saw the silver light flashing wildly, like Qionghua flying, and the two silver rings were cut to the ground.

"Ouch, my heart and liver, the nine-ring big knife has become the seven-ring. ”

Sun Ying was so pained that her face twitched.

smashed the silver ring on Sun Ying's nine-ring knife, the flying knife shot out in the air, and then withdrew in his hand, and several sect masters in the stands were amazed.

Zen Master Zhikong said in surprise: "Amitabha, this girl's flying knife is like the legendary swordsmanship. ”

Yue Zhuoqun looked disdainful: "She is too far from the sword technique, it is estimated that it is like a boomerang, and the flying knife has made hands and feet, which is convenient for a roundabout return." ”

Mr. Mo Da shook his head: "Her flying knife is probably close to the quasi-spiritual weapon level divine weapon, she can live with the flying knife, so she can recall the flying knife shot out in time, which is a bit similar to the legendary swordsmanship." ”

Whoosh, cold light flashed, and knives shot again.

A fierce look flashed in Sun Ying's eyes, and he suddenly spun around Nie Qingwu, as fast as a phantom.

While rotating around Nie Qingwu, Sun Ying danced the nine-hole cold iron knife in his hand, and danced the cold iron nine-hole broadsword vigorously, and the silver snake danced wildly.

A strange phenomenon happened, in the silver sword light, there were actually three afterimages.

Nie Qingwu's expression couldn't help but become nervous, she couldn't tell the three afterimages, which one was the real Sun Shadow and which two were phantoms, and the four flying knives were shot out by colleagues, and they shot out three times in a row, all of which passed through the phantom.

Not only did she not shoot Sun Ying, but between the virtual and the real, he was also slashed by him, cutting off a few strands of ponytail green silk, if she hadn't lowered her head a little faster, I am afraid it would not have been those strands of hair.

Nie Qingwu was confident that his flying knife was indestructible and very accurate, and Sun Ying couldn't stop it at all.

However, the silver ring on the opponent's cold iron nine-hole knife, the silver light emitted during the dance, and Sun Ying's lightning-fast body style, gave birth to two phantoms that were exactly the same as Sun Ying, making her unable to confirm which one was the real Sun Ying and which phantom.

Time passed minute by minute, and the twenty-minute appointed time was about to arrive, Nie Qingwu's flying knife shot out and retracted, and even danced with four knives in a row, like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, but still did not hurt Sun Ying's clothes.

Nie Qingwu looked at the three figures, and looked a little upset, with a trace of fragrant sweat oozing from his forehead, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and he cast a look of help to Ye Feng on the rostrum.

Ye Feng was also amazed, he didn't expect that the silver ring of the Cold Iron Nine Ring Knife was not to confuse people's hearts with sound, but to confuse the sight, seeing that Nie Qingwu had suffered a secret loss, he was also a little annoyed, why do these guys always engage in these evil sects, and they can't fight in a dignified manner.

The silver light, the phantom, is to confuse the public, so that people can't judge which one is the main body and which one is the phantom, taking advantage of the virtual and the real to sneak up on the enemy.

For Ye Feng, this kind of trick is just a small skill of carving insects, as long as you attack with mental power, you can knock the opponent down in one click, you are ten phantoms, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

But Nie Qingwu didn't have Ye Feng's mental power attack.

Since you can't see the truth and the false, don't look at it, it's better to close your eyes and use your heart to distinguish it.

A thought slammed into the ring.

Ye Feng's voice suddenly sounded in Nie Qingwu's mind: "Fiction and reality, truth and falsehood are difficult to argue, since your eyes can't tell the truth from the false, close your eyes, use your heart to distinguish, let your flying knife automatically distinguish, everything depends on feeling." ”

Ye Feng, are you kidding? Everything depends on feelings, let the flying knife automatically distinguish? My flying knife is not a thermal tracking missile, it can automatically track?

Although he doubted Ye Feng's method of telling him, Nie Qingwu still did so and gently closed his eyes.

Listening to the wind argument technique, although she was not very exquisite, she did not reach the realm of perfection, and she also practiced for a while.

She was surprised to find that she closed her eyes, no longer harassed by the silver light and phantoms, and the feeling of impatience disappeared, and her heart became much calmer.

The nine-hole silver ring knife danced vigorously, and the silver ring crashed into the sound of clanging.

It was like a lightning bolt in her mind, and her brain, which had almost fallen into a state of confusion, became clear and ethereal, and she found a way to track Sun Ying.

No matter how dazzling the silver light is, no matter how realistic the phantom is, there is only one place where the sound of the silver ring hitting the blade is located, and that is where Sun Ying's body is.

Her face was as calm as water, like an ancient well, and her hands flew violently in the air, like a graceful dancer, and any posture perfectly showed her beautiful posture.

Plop, pounce, with a muffled grunt of pain.

With a bang, the nine-hole silver ring knife in Sun Ying's hand fell to the ground, making a piercing sound.

Knowing that he had hit the target, Nie Qingwu slowly opened his eyes, and a faint smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

With a slight move of her snow-white slender fingers, it was like a meteor catching the moon, and the four flying knives with cold light were back in her hands.

Sun Ying's face was pale and trembling, his wrists and legs were spurted with blood like a fountain, and his nine-hole silver ring broadsword was also thrown at his feet.

(End of chapter)