Zhou Hong and Jian Feifei were separated by a few meters, and the sword intent released began to clash, causing everyone to retreat one after another.

Sword cultivation is sword cultivation, and it is really different!

Many warriors are envious to death.

The sword is a commonly used weapon, and if you become a sword cultivator, your own strength will skyrocket a lot!

Pity.

The requirements for becoming a sword cultivator are too demanding, and it is not something that anyone who wants to be can become.

Even if the system is in hand, it is equivalent to the head of the open and hanging king, who has no sword cultivation qualifications, and is not obediently doing a martial arts cultivation.

Although the Night Xingchen who was reborn by the Great Emperor had cultivated the Ling Sword Divine Technique, he was still only a martial cultivator, and he couldn't fight with the Eight Poles of Sword Cultivation.

"Go!" the referee shouted.

Zhou Hong and Jian Feifei always looked at each other.

In a moment, they all took ten steps back, keeping enough distance from each other.

The two of them didn't burst out of momentum, nor did they burst out of psionic energy, just like you look at me, I look at you, the picture seems to freeze frame.

Jun Chang smiled and the corners of his mouth twitched: "It's here." ”

When Zhou Hong joined the faction, he thought that the picture of the duel between the swordsman and the swordsman must be boring, and the duel between the swordsman and the swordsman must be even more boring!

"Shine your sword. Zhou Hongdao.

Jian Fei said: "My sword will only be unsheathed when it is attacked. ”

"Make a move. ”

"When I make a move, the sword will definitely see blood. ”

"So I made the first move?"

"When fighting with sword cultivators, I like to let my opponent play first. ”

"Why?"

"Because, you can measure the strength of the opponent, and it's worth it to let me play the sword. ”

“......”

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched.

Two, you guys are fighting, can you not chat, can you start fighting, we are all sleepy!

"They're in a hurry. ”

Zhou Hong said: "You must want us to fight quickly." ”

Jian Feifei said: "They don't understand, the conversation between you and me is actually a kind of competition. ”

Jun Changxiao couldn't stand it anymore.

He really wanted to post a 'Is this the world of sword cultivation' emoji to express his collapse mood.

"Boom!"

Zhou Hong's sword was finally unsheathed, and he said: "If it is not understood by the world, sword cultivation is destined to be lonely and lonely." ”

"Couldn't agree more. "The sword is extraordinary.

Zhou Hong held the sword in one hand and said, "I made a move." ”

"Please. "The sword is extraordinary.

Brush! Brush!

Zhou Hong took a step forward, and the ancient long sword suddenly slashed in the void, and one after another sword lights burst out in an instant.

"So fast!" exclaimed the powerhouses of all factions.

Even though they were always watching intently, they still hadn't caught how many times Zhou Hong had swords out in one breath!

The sword was captured extraordinarily, and my heart was shocked!

He actually breathed sixty swords, and he actually had thirty more swords than himself!

This definitely uses some kind of advanced sword skill!

"Qiang ————"

While thinking about it, the sword extraordinary waved with one hand, and the three-foot long sword appeared out of thin air, directly slashing out one after another unparalleled sword qi in the void.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

The two sword qi suddenly collided, and a crisp sound was heard, as if they were intertwined with beautiful music.

The sword qi was all canceled out, and the two of them were still standing in place with their swords.

Zhou Hong said: "You shoot twice." ”

Jian Feifei smiled bitterly and said, "You have too much sword qi, I can only strike one more time." ”

"Sword Momentum!"

Zhou Hong turned his wrist and said, "Shocking!"

The sword is unsheathed, and the sword light flashes!

Shout!

Practicing the unparalleled sword qi, it instantly attacked the sword with a cold momentum, and the power was far stronger than when it was used in Death Valley!

Li Qingyang and the others are getting stronger, and Zhou Hong, who is always in the sword understanding, will be hell if he stands still.

"Brush!"

In the face of the incoming sword qi, Jian Feifei held the sword in both hands, and suddenly slashed from top to bottom, shouting: "Changhong through the sun!"

Call!

Sword Qi bursts out!

Rumble!

The two sword qi collided directly together, and the cold wind roared in an instant, sweeping everyone's faces as painful as a knife cut!

Although these two sword cultivators talk a lot of nonsense, but when they really fight, the sword intent that erupts is so terrifying!

The second fight, the tie!

Zhou Hong bent down slightly, and his slightly vicissitudes of life were cold on his face.

"Whew!"

In an instant, a momentum similar to spiritual power emerged around his body, and the leaves that were swaying in the wind were suddenly cut off on the spot!

The stone slab under his feet that was shaken by the fight between Xiao Sinji and Qing Linfeng was also cut into a small piece!

Jian Feifei frowned, put his sword into the sheath, and said, "You won." ”

Yes?

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Judging from the situation, no one can help anyone, why did they surrender?

Only Ye Xingchen knew that the sword momentum released by Zhou Hong was actually the second form in the Ling Sword Divine Technique-the two-character potential technique!

After only cultivating the Ling Sword Divine Technique for less than a year, he comprehended the second form, and his kendo qualifications were really strong.

"Boom!"

Zhou Hong put the sword into the sheath and said, "I have conceded." ”

He really wanted to fight with Jian Feifei, but at this moment, he represented the Iron Bone Sect, and he wanted to win the battle.

Jian Fei put the sword into the space ring, and arched his hand: "If he has the opportunity in the future, Jian will go to the Iron Bone Sect, and then he will learn your Excellency's sword moves." ”

"Welcome. Zhou Hongdao.

“......”

The crowd collapsed.

You two talk a lot of nonsense, and it turns out that the fight ended in less than 1 minute, which is too fucked up.

This is the competition between sword cultivators.

Once they fall to the other side to some extent, there is no need to continue the battle unless they are divided into life and death.

Not to mention.

Zhou Hong was already stronger than the sword in terms of sword momentum, and he used the second form of the Ling Sword Divine Technique, the latter could not receive the sword move, and the end was to die under the sword.

It's not a battle of life and death, so why put it to death?

......

The duel of sword cultivation ended with the victory of the Iron Bone Sect, and the injured one must be the Holy Spring Sect, after all, it was another loss.

"Chaojiu. ”

Elder Jin's voice trembled, "This last battle must be won!"

"Got it, got it. Gu Chaojiu scratched his head and walked lazily to the martial arts arena.

"Qianqian, go ahead. Jun Chang smiled.

Lu Qianqian touched the bracelet he gave him and boarded the martial arts arena.

"This last battle is often the finale, and the Iron Bone Sect actually sent a female disciple?"

"There are too many wins and you don't respect the Holy Spring Sect?"

"In my opinion, maybe it's to release the water, how much to the fifth-rate sect under the steps, after all, they have lost seventy-one battles. ”

The crowd whispered.

Gu Chaojiu was stunned and said secretly: "My Holy Spring Sect has already lost seventy-one battles?"

No wonder the faces of the elders and their fellow disciples were so ugly!

Gu Chaojiu, who was originally a bit of a hanger, was about to stand upright, and his eyes became sharp, as if he had changed in an instant.

"Girl. ”

He said solemnly: "Although you are a woman, for the glory of the sect, Gu will not show mercy to his subordinates." ”

Lu Qianqian stopped and said lightly: "Disciple of the Iron Bone Zheng Zheng Sect, Lu Qianqian." ”

"Disciple of the Holy Spring Sect, Gu Chaojiu. ”

After the two of them finished reporting their names, the referee shouted, "Let's go!"

"Click————"

In an instant, a puff of cold air roared out from Lu Qianqian's body in an instant, and where it passed, the ground quickly froze.

"I'll go!"

Gu Chaojiu exclaimed: "Ice Martial Cultivation!"

"Ninefold Frozen Palm!"

Lu Qianqian raised her right palm with the ice bracelet, and an even stronger cold snap swept in.

"Not good!"

Gu Chaojiu's face changed in shock, and he was about to use his body to escape, but his speed became sluggish under the harsh cold, and the frost gradually filled his entire face.

"I ......"

This disciple of the Holy Spiritual Root was just about to speak, when the whole person was disturbed by the cold current, and suddenly his legs opened and he ran like a lifelike ice sculpture.

"Brush!"

Lu Qianqian's long sleeves waved, and the strong spiritual power swept in, instantly pushing him onto the ground ice, and sliding down to the martial arts field.

"This ......"

Everyone almost fell en masse!

"Click!"

After a few breaths, Gu Chaojiu unsealed.

He was so cold that he hugged his shoulders and sneezed, and his snot ran down unconsciously.

"Elder Kim. ”

Jun Chang smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I sent a disciple to win again." ”

(End of chapter)