To be precise, Jiang Feng was using Guo Jing to test his sword, borrowing Guo Jing's hand to sharpen his strongest sword.

This is naturally not that Jiang Feng is arrogant and does not take Guo Jing to heart, but that Jiang Feng is absolutely sure that he can seek a glimmer of life under Guo Jing's sword drawing technique.

It is important to know that the knife drawing technique is powerful, but it is not without flaws, the flaws do not come from Guo Jing, but from the knife itself.

This flaw, if it is against other people, even if it is discovered, it may be negligible, because it is too short, and under the oppression of that sharp blade, no one will dare to take advantage of this insignificant flaw.

But for Jiang Feng, it was enough, he could effectively use this time to constantly figure out his sword intent and adjust his state.

This is crazy, even if Jiang Feng has absolute confidence in himself, he has almost been injured several times, and it can be said that he has been forced to be extremely wolf.

However, high risk means high reward at the same time, and in the case of Guo Jing's dozens of knife drawing techniques, Jiang Feng has also gained great benefits while facing huge risks.

"I have to say, you are really bold, it is very unexpected to me, I originally thought that I had overestimated your strength enough, but I didn't expect to underestimate you in the end. Guo Jing exhaled a breath of turbid air and said hatefully.

Today's fight, it can be said that he unilaterally pressed Jiang Feng to fight, but no matter how he fought, he couldn't take advantage of it, which made him extremely uncomfortable, and even he felt that something was wrong in the end, at this time Jiang Feng personally admitted his purpose, although he hated Jiang Feng to the core, and had a feeling of being played, but at the same time, it was also the importance of Jiang Feng that reached an unprecedented height, and his face became a little solemn.

"You're not underestimating me, you're just overestimating your own strength. Of course, it can also be said that you are overestimating your so-called knife drawing technique. Jiang Feng said lightly.

Guo Jing's strength is indeed strong, not to mention that he is the peak cultivation of the late prefecture-level stage, and the sword drawing technique with one hand is even more domineering and extraordinary, it is estimated that even the old man of the Zong family is inferior to him.

It's just that Jiang Feng is no longer the original Jiang Feng, the first sword of the Da Luo Nine Swords, he has already cultivated to the extreme, and the second sword is more than ten times more refined than the original.

Naturally, Jiang Feng also knew that if he didn't use the second sword of the Da Luo Nine Swords with all his might, it would be almost impossible for him to kill Guo Jing.

But Jiang Feng is not in a hurry to kill the killer, Guo Jing is a very good opponent, using his sword drawing technique to constantly temper his sword intent, this harvest is far more cost-effective than killing Guo Jing.

"Perhaps. Rarely, Guo Jing did not deny it, but looked at Jiang Feng with a cautious face.

If before this, someone said that Jiang Feng could fight with him to this extent, Guo Jing would not believe it anyway, although he directly or indirectly had a certain understanding of Jiang Feng's strength, and thought that Jiang Feng had the qualifications to let him take action personally, but that was all.

Jiang Feng smiled, didn't care about the change in Guo Jing's attitude, and said, "I've always been taking the trick before, and next, you can also take a few moves from me." ”

Jiang Feng's voice fell, the long sword in his right hand shook, and the bloodthirsty sword in his hand brought a burst of coldness, and the distance of ten meters or so narrowed in an instant, and a sword stabbed Guo Jing's throat.

Guo Jing had been guarding against Jiang Feng, he knew that since Jiang Feng dared to test him, it meant that Jiang Feng had not shown his true strength from beginning to end, so he didn't have any panic when he saw Jiang Feng stabbing with a sword.

Because Guo Jing knew that if Jiang Feng was only strong in defense, then Jiang Feng would never be able to kill Guo Tai and the others with a single sword, and it was the most normal thing for him to have such a means.

Seeing that Jiang Feng finally took the initiative to attack, Guo Jing was not only not panicked, but also a little happy, he wanted to see what kind of hole cards Jiang Feng had, which was far more fruitful than the constant temptation between each other.

It's just that soon, Guo Jing just realized that something was wrong, Jiang Feng's sword stabbed out, it was a very ordinary sword, the reason why it had such lethality was not because of the swordsmanship, but because Jiang Feng's speed was too fast.

This kind of speed is almost more than fifty percent higher than when Jiang Feng was pressed and beaten by him.

"I actually hid a lot of body methods. Guo Jing's face became a little unpleasant, a kind of contempt and humiliation filled his whole body in an instant, he let out a low roar from the depths of his throat, and the long knife in his hand slammed out.

He didn't pay attention to Jiang Feng's attack, but wanted to force Jiang Feng back with a violent style of play, otherwise with Jiang Feng's ghostly speed, once he got close, he would probably be quite troublesome.

Of course, the reason why this is the case is that on the one hand, Guo Jing has great confidence in his own strength, and on the other hand, the Qinglong Knife in his hand itself is good at long-range attacks.

One inch long and one inch stronger, the Qinglong Sword was nearly twice as long as the Bloodthirsty Sword in Jiang Feng's hand, and he didn't need to worry too much.

"Bang...... Bang...... Bang......"

Like a storm, the sword in Jiang Feng's hand stabbed the Qinglong Sword three times in succession, and a thunderous explosion sounded like a thunderous explosion.

Guo Jing relied on the strength of the green dragon to sink and not retreat a single step, but after the three swords, Jiang Feng was a figure shaking, and he flashed back three steps.

"You said let me pick you up a few tricks, is three moves enough?" Guo Jing said with a contemptuous face.

"It's just the beginning, so why rush. Jiang Feng didn't pay attention to Guo Jing's ridicule, in addition to being strong, this person is also calculating, has an extremely terrifying insight into people's hearts, and is very difficult.

"Take me another sword. Jiang Feng said softly.

At this time, Jiang Feng had already decided not to conceal his strength, otherwise it would only fuel Guo Jing's momentum, which would not benefit him at all.

Jiang Feng decided to use the first sword of the Da Luo Nine Swords, this sword, Jiang Feng can already play to the extreme anytime and anywhere after taking Guo Jing's tricks, and there is no need to test Guo Jing's sword again.

"Don't talk about one sword, what about ten swords. "Guo Jing is very arrogant, all he has to do is to force Jiang Feng in momentum, this is not such a clever psychological tactic, but it is very practical in battle, when he was young, the sword drawing technique has not yet been completed, with the calculation of people's hearts, he doesn't know how many times he has left a brilliant record of defeating the strong with the weak.

Not to mention, although he was being teased by Jiang Feng before, Jiang Feng also showed some real strength, otherwise, even if Jiang Feng was unanimous, it was estimated that he would have been split in half by him with a knife, how could he be tricked by Jiang Feng for so long and become a tool for him to test his sword?

Jiang Feng sneered, didn't refute anything, his arm shook, the tip of the bloodthirsty sword in his hand trembled slightly, and then a sword shot.

"The first sword of the Nine Swords of Da Luo. Jiang Feng said softly in his heart, it seemed to be a very ordinary sword, but that sword stabbed in the air, and the air seemed to be pierced out of a hole, stirring up layer after layer of imperceptible whirlpools.

The whirlpool grew more and more, and in an instant, it was intertwined into a vast and incomparable river of sword qi, slashing towards Guo Jing.

Guo Jing's pupils shrank, he didn't dare to be contemptuous, the green dragon knife dance in his hand was impermeable, and the green dragon knife weighing thirty or forty catties seemed to be light and fluttering without any weight in his hand.

The sword qi is rampant, and the sword qi is vertical and horizontal.

With a "boom", Guo Jing's figure burst out, and where he had stopped before, the hard rocky ground was left a deep ravine by Jiang Feng's sword, and his chest was also torn by his clothes, leaving a deep blood stain, and blood stains were constantly spilling out.

"This-" Guo Jing looked at the ravine, then looked at his chest, his heart trembled, he opened his mouth, he had something to say, and he took it back at the critical time.

Jiang Feng broke his sword qi with a sword, not to mention, he actually had such a strong residual force like a broken bamboo, if he hadn't reacted in time and retreated when he saw that the opportunity was wrong, it was estimated that Jiang Feng's sword would have made him disemboweled.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" After being silent for a while, Guo Jing still asked.

"Kill your swordsmanship. Jiang Feng said coldly.

The first sword of Da Luo Nine Swords, although it is only a sword, but all kinds of subtle changes in it are endless, and it is the ultimate sword, even if it is a character like the old man Zong, he will inevitably be seriously injured. But unexpectedly, although Guo Jing said that he saw blood, in fact, he was only slightly injured, which would not affect his combat effectiveness.

However, Jiang Feng also knew that this was not to say how strong Guo Jing was, even if he was stronger than Old Man Zong, his strength was limited, but because Guo Jing's combat experience was too rich, which could be seen from his fierce sword drawing technique. It is not difficult to imagine how much blood Guo Jing's hands have been stained with in the past few decades.

"Jiang Feng, you are very good, speaking of which, I am about to forget about it, how many years have I not been injured. Guo Jing stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, and said hideously.

Jiang Feng smiled, noncommittal, and said slowly: "I don't know how many swords you can take me after being injured?"

"Just try it. Guo Jing's eyes were fanatical, his pupils were red, but the tone of his voice was unusually calm.

"Come again, then. Jiang Feng didn't talk nonsense,

Jiang Feng made a move, it was still the first sword of Da Luo's Nine Swords, he didn't rush to use the second sword, you must know that he has a back hand, who knows if Guo Jing will have any back hand that he hasn't used?

Jiang Feng would not be naïve to think that Guo Jing's strength would stop there, otherwise, with Guo Jing's calculating character, it would be impossible to meet him alone.

With this sword, Jiang Feng left a blood mark on Guo Jing's left arm, and Guo Jing also cut off a corner of Jiang Feng's clothes.

The successive injuries made Guo Jing's face extremely ugly, and he knew that he could no longer passively accept the move, because he was even a little less confident, and suspected that Jiang Feng was still trying to make moves with him.

"I've already taken a few swords from you, it seems that that's it, next, you should take a few swords from me. Guo Jing said loudly.

"What, can't you help it at last?" Jiang Feng sneered in his heart, he knew that next, it was the real death that would be decided!