"Win?"

Hong Shaowu frowned and said uncertainly, after all, he was not at the scene, and he could not fully grasp the situation in the field only through the water curtain.

Moreover, Sun Wenhuai and Zhang Xiaotian are not ordinary sixth-level martial artists, with their strength, they also have the power to fight against seventh-level martial artists like him, and they want to completely explore the battle situation between these two...... Hard!

Especially when they're all used to their full strength!

But at this moment, at least from the water curtain, Sun Wenhuai has an absolute advantage.

"Not necessarily!"

Lu Wenjun was also shaking his head, although he couldn't see through the situation for a while, but from Zhang Xiaotian's previous battle, he analyzed that this kid should not be defeated so easily.

Sure enough—

Looking at the water curtain outside the tower, the light of the moon-like knife that filled the ring suddenly rippled, and there was a dense crisp sound of "ding ding...", from weak to strong, from low to high, gradually becoming more and more dense.

Sun Wenhuai, who was floating in the air, changed his complexion, and he no longer regained his original calm, he felt that his sword light seemed to encounter obstacles, and he couldn't attack it.

Can't even the "light" penetrate it?

What kind of swordsmanship can be so airtight?

He looked down slightly confused.

Outside the tower, Chen Jiashan shook his head, "Sure enough, it's still not 'subtle' enough, Sun Wenhuai's knife momentum can't reach the level of real 'light'." ”

"It can only be said that this Zhang Xiaotian is too demonic, not that Sun Wenhuai is not good enough." Lu Yu was also shaking his head, but the direction of his emotion was different from Chen Jiashan.

"It seems that my Spark Project is going to have a big harvest this time, one Zhang Xiaotian is worth the other fourteen people!"

Chen Jiashan also looked at the tall figure in the water curtain with admiration, and gradually revealed his figure from the sea of light, and smiled.

Zhang Xiaotian, who was covered by the sea of light, danced with the sword, his movements were elegant and gentle, like a dance, one by one sword circles danced with the tip of the sword, and took shape, each sword circle was like a black hole, sucking countless sword lights into it, and a dense crisp sound sounded, and the sword light disappeared invisibly.

"Beidou Sword Technique" - reversing yin and yang!

Li Xiaoyu in the audience had a bright light in his eyes, staring at Zhang Xiaotian's sword momentum without blinking, lest he miss a detail.

For the Beidou swordsmanship, Li Xiaoyu really has little contact, and she has not understood many essences, and many changes made by Zhang Xiaotian in the battle have touched her.

Among the sword circles that Zhang Xiaotian danced out casually, there were small sword rays, only the size of willow leaves, which were prompted by the Yin and Yang True Yuan, and kept rolling, like a huge meat grinder, no matter what was sucked in, it would be stirred to pieces.

The clear moon-like sword light was like a tornado absorbing water, constantly throwing itself into the sword circle, and after being crushed, it turned into a trace of wind and then escaped, and there was no longer the original great power.

"Interesting, this kid really has a lot of swordsmanship, will he be a little greedy at his current age?"

Lu Yu touched his chin and looked at Zhang Xiaotian in the water curtain with interest.

"More or less, it's all a matter of personal ability, since this kid can cultivate these swordsmanship to the depth, obviously he can do what he can, not blindly greedy!"

Chen Jiashan had a different opinion, and at the same time glanced at Zhang Xiaotian's talent, this is a genius who learns swords!

"Moonlight" is like water, but it can't break through the swallowing of the sword circle.

Sun Wenhuai fell to the ground, and the curved knife in his hand slashed out horizontally, and the "moonlight" scattered throughout the ring converged towards the blade, forming a huge crescent-shaped blade of light, sweeping out.

The sharp blade of light cut through the air, and a huge black crack stretched along both sides of the blade, and the entire ring made a "click" sound, as if it was overwhelmed.

The crescent arc light rushed with an unstoppable momentum, one by one the sword circles were shattered, Zhang Xiaotian retreated again and again, and every step stepped out of a deep pit on the ground of the ring.

With a sword trick in his left hand, there seemed to be a "autumn water" in his right hand, and several sword circles quickly merged, turning into a huge circle with a diameter of more than three meters.

With a bang, the surging and domineering arc blade of light rushed into it frantically, and the crisp sound of tinkling and tinkling resounded in all directions.

Soon they joined together and turned into a long note.

All the warriors who were fighting outside the tower, and those who were slightly weaker covered their ears one after another, showing a painful look on their faces.

In the ring, Sun Wenhuai felt the source power that was rapidly consumed in his body, and his heart was even stronger, so strong! Very good!

He took a sharp step back, and with a clever slash of the scimitar, he broke off the connection with the arc-shaped blade, and then the scimitar in his hand slashed out leisurely in all directions, and one after another small "crescent" flew out of the blade.

These little "crescent moons" exude a blue and white light, either rigid or soft, or solemn or cold, overwhelmingly slashing towards Zhang Xiaotian.

The most important thing is that not all of these crescent moons go straight to each other, some are circling, some are twisting, coming from above, coming from behind, and it seems that Zhang Xiaotian is completely enveloped inside!

For a while, Zhang Xiaotian's eyes were vast, and he felt that the crescent moon knife light "encroached" on the surrounding space, and he could not see the sky or the ground, and he would be torn into powder by hundreds or thousands of crescent knives at any time.

"Good!"

He secretly praised in his heart, there was no fear, only the will to fight.

At this point, he and Sun Wenhuai are the same kind of people, this kind of battle that has nothing to do with life and death, a good opponent is more important than victory in their hearts.

Zheng!

The Thousand Machines shook and let out a dragon groan, breaking the restraints, breaking away the stagnation, and waving a brilliant purple thunderbolt.

If it were someone else, in the face of Sun Wenhuai's complicated blow, most of them would choose to be defensive and greet the crescent moon sword light on all sides with a drip-tight momentum.

But Zhang Xiaotian's choice is different, the strong fight, the first momentum, how can he be beaten passively at the first glance?

Besides, others will feel overwhelmed when dealing with this incomparably complicated sword, but Zhang Xiaotian will not, his strong spiritual power and unparalleled reaction speed allow him to have time and an orderly response to such moves when facing them, and will not miss the slightest.

In the sound of "dragon chanting", the sword light containing terrifying power was swung up obliquely, and suddenly, the purple was divided into two, two into four, and four into eight, instantly turning into hundreds of thunder rays, or rushing, or slow, or heavy, or soft, slashing in all directions and up and down.

Each purple thunderbolt corresponds to a crescent moon, impact, impact, impact...... Annihilation, annihilation, annihilation......

Brilliant "fireworks" bloomed in the ring, beautiful and deadly!

Dangdang dang - dang!

The sword light and sword qi collided with each other to cancel each other, and when the last sound of their collision was heard, the void was clarified, and there was not a single trace left, and it was not bad at all!

What a quick response! Good precise control! What a meticulous operation!

A similar thought crossed the mind of everyone who watched the battle.

(End of chapter)