The sword that was lifeless was slowly pushed out, slower and slower, and his face became more and more solemn, as if the tip of the sword was pressed against the mountain, trembling step by step.

The eyes of the people around who were about to watch the joke widened, and the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect were also dumbfounded, what kind of sword technique is this? Or it can't be called a sword technique, it's just a very single sword style. However, this kind of sword style made people feel a heavy pressure like a mountain, and they felt that every inch of the lifeless sword pushed forward, their hearts were heavy. At this time, no one felt that Zhan Wusheng really didn't know how to use a sword.

Sword King Feng Wuxue's expression also became solemn, when the sword of Zhan Wuxue was pushed out three feet, he had a feeling, the evil qi that permeated the space was all converged towards the tip of the sword of Zhan Wuxue, this sword, it looked ordinary and unremarkable, but it blocked every inch of space around, no matter which direction the Sword King Feng Wuxue dodged, it was impossible to get rid of the attack of this sword, because the sword style was too slow, so slow that if you made any dodge action, he would have time to shift the direction of the attack.

With a blow that no move wins, the sword king Feng Wuxue finally understood the idea of fighting without life, whether it was with a sword or a fist, in the end he just had to force himself to fight with him, in the face of such a clever sword move, if he didn't withdraw from his attack range, he would only have to fight hard.

Looking at Zhan Wusheng's slow sword momentum, Feng Wuxue was completely depressed, he could attack the opponent one step ahead of Zhan Wuxuan when he took out the sword from any angle, that is to say, if it wasn't for the agreement that there were three moves to dodge and not attack, he could cut off Zhan Wuxing's head with a counterattack.

In a normal battle, the bullshit sword style of Zhan Wuxian, even if the other party does not fight back, he can only follow the ashes behind other people's butts, how can he stab others, but at this moment, Feng Wuxue has no space for him to distance himself, and he can't counterattack, the only thing he can do is to defend with his sword.

The people watching the battle all around understood the meaning of the battle without life, and secretly scolded the war without life and sinister. The practice of fighting without life is completely letting go of the defense, anyway, I am just slowly condensing the momentum, and it is a move for as long as I condense, and I am not afraid that you will fight back, I can prepare the big move with peace of mind, in such a small circle, Feng Wuxue is still unavoidable.

The battle qi between heaven and earth frantically condensed on the sword in Zhan Wuxing's hand, and the sword body trembled, and everyone felt the solemnity of Zhan Wuxing's footsteps.

Sword King Feng Wuxue's expression was solemn, he knew that once the power on the Sword of Battle Wuxian broke out, it would inevitably be like a torrent and stormy waves, he didn't dare to be careless, but he wasn't worried. Zhan Wusheng is a body cultivation, and he is good at strength, but the way of the sword is broad and profound, and how can he have the strength to do it, even if the attack of Zhan Wufu is like the collapse of Mount Tai, his imperial sword style is enough to dial a thousand catties, especially the sword style that can completely capture the trajectory of Zhan Wusheng, which is heavy, but has no follow-up power. As long as he is prepared, he will not pose a threat to him at all.

This is a completely different fighting style from the fight just now, but it is also difficult to breathe, and the speed of Nangong Castle is so fast that people can't see clearly, it is a kind of extreme speed. At this time, the speed of the battle is extremely slow, so slow that it reminds people of a snail walking. This kind of slowness, so slow that people can't stand it, as if they are about to die and fall down if they are a little slower. It was an indescribable momentum, so slow that it could make time and space stand still. It was difficult for them to understand how Zhan Wusheng could have come up with such a terrifying move, although it might just be a lonely single sword move, but it had reached another realm - extreme slowness.

Many swordsmen have a realization at this moment that true swordsmanship is not necessarily the fastest, and the most terrifying sword style does not have to be complicated tricks, just like the sword of Fighting Without Death, which is plain and returns to its roots, but has an indestructible momentum.

The disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect began to worry about Feng Wuxue, their views on Zhan Wuxian had changed greatly, this person was definitely a genius, no one had ever said anything about it, how amazing Zhan Wuxian's swordsmanship was, and no one had even seen Zhan Wuxian use a sword, he could exert such a terrifying momentum when he picked up a sword casually.

Sword King Feng Wuxue's body took a leisurely step forward, quickly reducing the distance between him and Zhan Wuxue, and everyone's eyes lit up. Although the Sword King's step seems to shorten the distance between Zhan Wusheng and Zhan Wusheng, it is precisely because the distance has become shorter, the power condensed on Zhan Wuxian's sword must also be reduced, because there is not enough space for Zhan Wusheng to condense the power of heaven and earth, and it is difficult to exert the strongest and heaviest blow.

"I actually feel the power of the earth on this sword!" A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the white-bearded old man in the Spirit Treasure Pavilion in the distance, and he looked solemnly at the sword of Zhan Wuxian.

Sword King Feng Wuxue took a step, and the sword style of the battle without life underwent some changes, the qi of heaven and earth changed with Feng Wuxue's movement, and the speed of the sword tip trembled suddenly, as if he was attracted by Feng Wuxue, the incomparably dignified sword just now was suddenly as fast as lightning. One slowness and one slowness, it suddenly seemed to tear the souls of those spectators whose minds were silent on the sword of battle and lifelessness, and many people let out a painful groan, and they seemed to hear the scream of their souls, which was the sound of the sword body breaking through the air.

Feng Wuxue was also a little surprised, the movement of his body actually caused the Sword Body of Zhan Wuxian to accelerate, and the speed was so fast, as if a slowly fluttering balloon suddenly turned into a heavy meteorite. He had to draw his sword to meet him. He had no intention of attacking, but only used the momentum of traction to divert the terrifying power condensed on the Battle Deathless Sword.

Feng Wuxue's sword burst out with a whirlwind like a wave of water, like a wisp tightly wrapped around the sword of the battle without life, and at this moment, an accident appeared.

The sword that was lifeless in battle seemed to be overwhelmed, and it actually "snapped" and exploded into countless tiny fragments.

The sword shattered, and everyone was stunned. Soon everyone woke up to the fact that the sword in Zhan Wusheng's hand was just a low-grade spiritual weapon, and it couldn't carry such a powerful momentum at all. The sword that was lifeless had been gathering momentum for too long, and all the battle qi was pressed on the sword, and the sword had already reached a critical point.

After Feng Wuxue took out his sword, that soft water-like sword intent was like the last straw that crushed the camel's life, and it turned into pieces at the last moment.

Feng Wuxue didn't expect such a situation, at this time, if he stabbed forward with his sword, he could kill Zhan Wuxian with one blow, but they had a gambling contract in advance, although there was no notary, but the people on the scene heard it with their own ears, unless he could kill all the people here, otherwise once it was spread, the Spirit Sword Sect would not be able to protect him.

What's more, he doesn't have to do that at all, after three moves, he will definitely die if he has no life. Moreover, at this time, the sword of Zhan Wuxian had been reduced to pieces, and there was no longer a threat to him, and the terrifying momentum created by Zhan Wuxian just now had disappeared into invisibility, and all he had to do was to block these fragments as much as possible to prevent them from shooting to his vital point.

"Ding Ding Ding ......" Sword King Feng Wuxue's sword was very fast, although the change happened very suddenly, he had to forcibly retract the sword move and change it to protection, but it still swept away countless bean-sized broken swords in an instant, as for those small fragments, they couldn't hurt him at all, at most they just scratched their skin.

Zhan Wuxian retreated a few steps, looked at the hilt of the sword in his hand in surprise, and looked at the sword king Feng Wuxue's swift reaction with some chagrin.

A storm of streams fell, and all the lifeless broken swords were shot into the ground, and the damage to the sword king Feng Wuxue caused him to lose a few pieces of skin, as well as an extremely small blood mark on his wrist. A green shirt also appeared with small holes.

That sword exploded so thoroughly that there were so many fragments that even Feng Wuxue couldn't block them all.

"This is your sword, it's a pity!" A trace of contempt flashed in Feng Wuxue's eyes, just now he had too many chances to kill Zhan Wuxian, but he held back, because he won the bet.

At the beginning, he also felt that the sword of Zhan Wuming had a certain pressure on him, but the sword of Zhan Wuming did not give him courage, if Zhan Wuming did not choose the inferior spiritual weapon, but chose the best spiritual weapon in Nangong Qing's hand, then the ending would not be so miserable.

It's a pity that some people are desperate for the battle, if it weren't for the problem with the sword, maybe the result would be different, but it's a pity that the battle without life pretended to be too much garlic, and the result was defeated on a tattered low-grade spiritual weapon.

The disciples of the Beast Sect looked gloomy, depressed by the defeat of Zhan Wusheng, and they hated themselves for not reminding Zhan Wusheng to change to a better sword in the first place.

Zhan Wuming looked at the only remaining hilt of the sword in his hand, shrugged helplessly, and said, "This is not my sword, I picked it up." If it's broken, it's broken, and there's nothing to be sorry about. ”

"You still have two moves, I hope you can change the sword a little better, otherwise, you won't have a chance. Feng Wuxue looked at Zhan Wuxue and said jokingly.

"Thank you for your concern, though, I don't seem to have to make a second and third moves. A strange smile flashed in the eyes of the undead, a little more playful.

Sword King Feng Wuxue felt that something was wrong, and after listening to Zhan Wuxue's words, his heart tightened, and at this time, a tingling sensation came from his wrist and chest, where he was scratched by the broken sword. He looked down and was shocked to see that countless tiny insects crawled out of the bloody marks on his wrists, as thin as the tip of a needle.

"Live poison!" Sword King Feng Wuxue whispered, and before everyone could react, he suddenly swung his sword and cut off his injured arm.

A stream of blood spurted out from the severed arm, and Zhan Wuxian flashed, not daring to let the blood get on himself.

"You are despicable!" Sword King Feng Wuxue finally understood, everything in front of him was a game laid by Zhan Wusheng, and he shouldn't have made any three-move bet with Zhan Wuming in the first place, because Zhan Wuxuan didn't intend to fight a fair duel with him at all. It's just that he couldn't imagine how the battle could be the live poison of the poisonous king. The live poison was also smeared on the low-grade spiritual weapon that looked very ordinary.

The battle without life was useless Nangong Qing's top-grade spirit weapon was premeditated, he had already calculated the maximum endurance of the lower-grade spirit weapon, and was ready to break that low-grade spirit weapon into pieces at any time, Feng Wuxue also stupidly thought that the combat power of the battle without life was limited to this, and he didn't know that he had already fallen into the trap of the battle without life!

This book was first published in Reading Rim