Sui Feng went back to the room to practice for a while, reviewed the previous set of sword techniques, and hurriedly went to the dining room in the side hall to eat some vegetarian meals at noon. He went back to his room to rest, and came out when it was nearly evening, for it was almost his turn to play.

He was placed in the fifteenth group, in the Northern Xuanwu Ring, which was originally a group of zuihou in a day. And his order is also very close in this group, and when the wind arrives, it has just reached the competition between the tenth and the twenty-third. In Suifeng's opinion, Fusang's martial arts look much the same, even if they change their weapons, they are still the same. However, there is no essential difference between the slashing of a long knife and the smashing of a hammer or axe.

It's like a group of children with toys playing at home, and Sui Feng doesn't even have the slightest interest in it. Silently stand under the stage and close your eyes to recuperate.

Suddenly, it seemed as if someone tapped him on the shoulder, "You're the one from the Fujiwara family who is about to fight me?"

A yin and yang weird, very uncomfortable voice sounded behind him. Sui Feng neither opened his eyes, nor glanced over, "I don't know who your Excellency is, what if I'm from the Fujiwara family, isn't it?"

"Hehe, if yes, I advise you to give up your plan to come to power as soon as possible, so that you can save a life......" Before he could finish his words, he came to an abrupt end.

In the moment between his words, Suifeng suddenly turned around and made a move, reached out with his right hand, grabbed him by the collar, and carried it over. He seemed to have his chest brushed by his fingertips, and then there was a convulsion on his body, and he slowly lowered his head to see a white palm pressed on his chest.

"I won't kill you this time, and I'll spare your life. The wind whispered, and threw him out like garbage with a flick of his hand.

Everyone hurriedly dispersed, vacating a clearing for the boss, and with a "bang", the man fell to the ground solidly. A mouthful of blood spat out, and there were two white teeth in the bright red blood.

looked at Sui Feng, who closed his eyes in front of him as if nothing had happened, and said hatefully: "You dare to sneak attack me, my Kanazawa Palace will not spare you, just wait for it to look good in the ring." ”

Sui Feng didn't look at him, shook his head slightly, and didn't speak.

"Now, I invite the fifteenth group of contestants to the stage. They are the fifteenth Fujiwara family with the wind, and the eighteenth Kanazawa family Kanazawa Palace!" the monk who was ruling in the middle shouted loudly. Sui Feng opened his eyes, he had been idle for a long time, and it was finally time to move.

Walking slowly towards the ring with the wind, the people around him let out a low cry. "I heard that the Fujiwara family only sent three people to fight at this conference, but all of them are masters among the masters. Kazuo Takahashi, who was in the No. 1 ring just now, was clearly seriously injured after fighting with Shoko Seto, and even his divine power was exhausted, but he still won the final victory. I don't know what is so good about this Suifeng. ”

"If you want to say that this is not small with the wind, do you know, he is not from my Fusang. It's a person from the Tang Dynasty, who seems to have provoked an enemy in Middle-earth, so he came to Fusang to avoid trouble. ”

"Oh, if that's the case, then there must be no suspense this time. ”

For this kind of comment, Sui Feng didn't care about it, and his heart was clear. After this day, he finally figured out what Fuso's divine power was. It's just the inner breath that they have unintentionally meditated on, and it is not given by the so-called gods, and there is no discipline, and they don't even know what the meridians are. will always only be in the dantian, and the move is only a simple slash. It is precisely because of this reason that there are all kinds of miraculous changes in Middle-earth, and here you can only simply make one or two big moves. ...,

"In the next, the Fujiwara family follows the wind and has seen the master. He walked slowly to the ring with the wind and bowed to the monk who ruled in the middle. Although the words were light, the voice was not small, and the hundreds of audiences in the audience could hear it clearly.

There was another even more amazing cheer, after all, there were still a few people who could see the wind on the stage, and he was a young boy, and he was one of the three people sent out by the Fujiwara family, how could it not be surprising?

"Hmph" a cold snort, which suppressed the noise of the singing. The blood in the corner of Kanazawa Palace, which had been caught by the wind before, had not yet dried, and he stepped into the ring with heavy steps. With every step, the whole ring seemed to shake, and after only a few clicks, the sound of singing was much smaller.

People seem to have a vague feeling that this is probably going to be a very good matchup.

"In the lower Kanazawa Palace, I have seen Suifeng-kun. Kanazawa introduced himself, but he held his head high, as if he had forgotten what he had just done with the wind, without the slightest respect at all.

"Alright, duel, begin!" the adjudicating monk looked flat, neither glancing at him twice because of the humility of the wind, nor contemptuous of Kanazawa's arrogance, and after announcing it, he retreated to the edge of the ring and watched quietly.

"Draw your sword. Sui Feng looked coldly at Kanazawa's annoying face and said lightly.

"Hey, boy, I'm the one who should be saying that. Do you think you're very powerful?" Kanazawa held his head high, his face full of contempt, as if he didn't pay attention to the wind at all.

"Draw your sword. Ignore it with the wind, and it is the same three words.

"Okay, good, you have a kind!" Kanazawa's face turned red, he had never felt so cowardly once, and the deliberate mocking words just now had no effect, as if he hadn't heard it. It was like a punch on the cotton, and he was powerless, and this feeling made him look more and more crazy.

"Wait for death. Kanazawa slammed his force, and with a sword groan, the glittering long knife was already unsheathed.

"Well, good, you've finally drawn your sword. Sui Feng nodded slightly, and there was a smile on his face.

Kanazawa was stunned, and he didn't have time to take a step. With the wind a phantom step out, has arrived in front of Kanazawa, lifting his feet, at this time shijie seems to stop, the wide-eyed audience in the audience, Kanazawa with a long knife in his hand, and the monk who is silently chanting the Buddha's name in his mouth. Everything in the world has stopped, and only the wind can move.

The sword groans, and the sky is cloudy. There is no gorgeous sword light, and there is no momentum to push the mountains and shake the sea. However, the two swords, which were as plain as the wind, and then everything seemed to suddenly return to its original speed.

Sui Feng had already stood behind Kanazawa, and the Tiancong Cloud Sword had been sheathed, and no one present could see clearly when he used the sword and when it was returned to the sheath, and even what route he had taken. The story spread more and more, only to know that the ruling monk at that time still went home to concentrate on practicing martial arts, and later became a generation of heroes, with a sword like lightning, admired by countless descendants. When people ask about the origin of his kung fu, he will talk about this duel and the sword with the wind, which is the speed that can regain time!

Kanazawa's eyes were completely stunned, looking at the trembling long knife in his hand, and a faint dust gap appeared in the middle.

Little by little, one or two more and more cracks extended from the gap, and there was a "clanging" sound of metal shattering, and the long knife in his hand shattered into dozens of tiny pieces. Then, he felt a pain in his shoulder, and when he turned his head to look, his eyes were full of blood.

One or two, blood splattered and sprinkled on the ring made of solid stone. Sui Feng didn't kill him, and he wasn't even seriously injured, but the pipa bones on both sides of him were useless, and he couldn't use force anymore in the future. It didn't take long for him to be helped down by the descendants of the Kanazawa family. ...,

The audience under the ring booed, and in a short moment, no one could see clearly how he made his hand and how he got behind Kanazawa. Needless to say, I couldn't see it clearly, not even a phantom remained. And the power of his sword is also amazing, although Kanazawa can not be compared with Fujiwara these families, but it is also a large family, the long knife used by Kanazawa is also the most advanced Tang Dynasty steel clamping process cast, can be described as extremely hard, but under the hand of the wind is like a porcelain piece was smashed to pieces.

Is this divine power? The question hovered in the minds of all who watched.

"This... Times...... It was Mr. Fujiwara who won the game. The adjudicator's eyes widened, and he looked at Suifeng with sincere fear.

Standing quietly with the wind, patiently waiting for the monk to announce the results, he slowly walked out of the ring without hurrying. This is this time, and everyone looks at him very differently than before. They all consciously gave way to let the wind pass. Walking with the wind, he smiled and nodded with the people on both sides.

Everyone looked at Sui Feng without a trace of arrogance, smiling and gentle. Dressed in a light cyan robe in the Tang Dynasty, he is very handsome and has an inexplicable affinity. The people who had retreated just now came closer to him silently.

As soon as the sword came out with the wind just now, the rest of the game suddenly lost one. Not only that, whether it was the samurai watching the battle or the monks in other temples, their hearts were as clear as a mirror, and there was no suspense in this group's competition. In terms of Suifeng's performance just now, even if he won the championship in one fell swoop, it would not be a surprise.

In the next few duels, Sui Feng never used a second move to easily take down the opponent. Only this time those people didn't sneer at him like Kanazawa, so he didn't hit a heavy hand, just cut off their long knives and kicked them out of the field.

There was no doubt that Sui Feng took the top spot in the fifteenth group, so much so that one or two people conceded defeat without even waiting for him to make a move.

Yes, Sui Feng had just come down from the ring, but his reputation spread unconsciously. The warriors of the entire Todaiji Temple vaguely knew that there was an extremely powerful figure in the fifteen groups, who seemed to be from the Fujiwara family.

Looking at the figure that was gradually moving away with the wind, Fujiwara Hakuichi behind the ring slowly took off the hat of his cloak. A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It didn't take long for a rumor to circulate among the major families: The reason why the fifteen groups of Suifeng was so powerful was because the Fujiwara family lent him the enshrined Tiancong Cloud Sword, so he burst out with such power.

And all this, Sui Feng did not know. It's just that I have some doubts in my heart, why are many of these people passing by staring at the saber on their waists?

He didn't think about it that much at the time, compared to the Tiancong Cloud Sword, Sui Feng still liked the previous Chunjun more. Whether it is sharp or internal force, the difference between the two is more than one grade.

And the pure Jun sword was hidden by him to hide people's eyes.

The next day, there was no duel with the wind. Just waiting for the 32 people who won each group on the third day, they re-drew lots and faced each other in groups.