86_86259 "Testimonial? Murong Xian sneered.

"It's okay, I'm not going to lose. Then I would like you to bear witness here! ”

The corners of Shi Shan's mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident and charming smile, and gently shook her head at Murong Xian, and then looked at the many cultivators gathered around who had come to watch the battle and were still confused.

"Girl, what do you need us to witness?" A tall and majestic middle-aged man nodded when he saw Shishan's humble attitude and replied loudly.

"I compete with this young man, if he loses, he must obey me today, even if I ask him to kill himself, he must do it. Of course, if I lose, I'll leave. ”

Shi Shan pulled out her silver sword and pointed at the opposite warhorse, and Mu Feng, who had an indifferent face, said loudly.

As soon as these words came out, the nearly 100 cultivators who gathered around to watch the battle were in an uproar, and they all exchanged heads and talked about it.

"Girl, I'm afraid this bet is not fair to this young man, right?"

After half a ring, another middle-aged monk asked with a puzzled look after politely bowing his hand to Shishan.

"Whether the public is unfair or not depends on whether he is willing to accept it, and no one forces him"

Without waiting for Shishan to answer, Murong Xian spoke first, looked directly at Mu Feng with a cold look in his eyes, and replied in a deep voice.

Murong Xian's sneer and sarcasm also made many cultivators present feel puzzled, and they all looked at Mu Feng.

Mu Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head gently, yes, they didn't force themselves, but what difference did it make?

"Come on, let's do it quickly."

A moment later, under the solemn gaze of Siyin and the others and the puzzled expressions of many cultivators around him, Mu Feng jumped off his war horse and came straight to Shishan.

Looking at Mu Feng, who was wearing a black robe embroidered with gold trim patterns and a jet-black long sword on his back, with a calm and calm face, Shishan was also a little surprised, at this moment, Mu Feng did not feel the slightest killing intent, but was unusually calm.

"Good"

After a moment of silence, Shishan quietly said a good word, and Yun Sleeve waved her body lightly and took a few steps back to open a certain distance from Mu Feng.

Beneath the calm surface was filled with murderous intent, and everyone invariably took a few steps back, and the arc-shaped position left enough space for the two who were about to fight.

"What are your odds of winning now?"

Everyone around was silent, only hearing the slight sound of the mountain breeze, the two looked at each other and stood silent for a long time, Shishan slowly closed her eyes and let out a light sigh, after opening her eyes, her eyes were full of sharp and straight looking at Mu Feng.

"Hehe, you look like you are holding the ticket to victory" Mu Feng smiled indifferently, and as soon as the words fell, he took off the four-foot black long sword given by Siyin from his back and sneered.

"Sword? Well, after all, you and I are the same teacher, so let's use the sword to divide the victory."

Looking at the black and shiny sword in Mu Feng's hand, Shi Shan's face also changed slightly, and she intuitively told herself that the sword in Mu Feng's hand was not ordinary, vaguely revealing that kind of domineering aura made people feel very uncomfortable, and as soon as the words fell, Shi Shan also pulled out her sword from her waist.

The cherry red sword is about two feet long, the sword body is light red, and what makes Mu Feng's face even more solemn is that the sword body also exudes a soaring light red sword aura.

At a glance, I know that it is extraordinary, and I am afraid that the sword in Shishan's hand at this moment has also been tempered and added to the Demonic Beast Crystal Nucleus.

"A Cleansing of the Soul"

Mu Feng actually responded to Shi Shan's words directly with the launch of the Sanqing Sword style, because he didn't want to argue with her on such a meaningless issue, in other words, Qian Yi would definitely immediately refute and angrily rebuke the other party, but Mu Feng wanted to use the most practical behavior to tell Shi Shan, she was not worthy of being the same door as herself!

In an instant, the sword qi danced wildly, and the majestic sword dance surged, and the fierce waves of qi were blowing the clothes of the people around him, and Mu Feng, who was in the frenzied sword dance, watched Shi Shan approach her little by little with sharp eyes.

Looking at Mu Feng's skillful and sharp sword dance, the corners of Shi Shan's mouth showed an indifferent and somewhat frivolous smile, and the cherry blossom short sword in her hand swung hard, and a sword qi was struck, and the target was Mu Feng, who was dancing the sword frantically at hand.

"Bang"

Seeing the pale red sword qi sweeping over, Mu Feng's eyes changed slightly, and a sword was swung out, and an ink-colored sword qi was also stimulated in an instant, and the two sword qi, one red and one black, exploded in mid-air when they met and collided, and the huge sound made everyone watching the battle from a distance shocked.

Being hit by Mu Feng so lightly, Shi Shandai's eyebrows also wrinkled slightly, but she didn't expect Mu Feng to be able to block the hard attack, and Mu Feng stabbed her in the chest with a sword.

When everyone around them exclaimed, thinking that it would be difficult for Shi Shan to avoid Mu Feng's powerful sword, Shi Shan's face did not change, her heart did not beat, and the short sword in her hand gently raised upward.

There was a crisp collision sound, and the sword stabbed by Mu Feng was stabbed into the air by Shishan with a flick.

The blow of "Erqing Breaking the Red Dust" missed, and Mu Feng knew that the first style could not pose a threat to Shishan at all, so he immediately played the second style of the Sanqing Sword style.

Shi Shan didn't dare to be careless, and took a few steps back to distance herself from Mu Feng, but she never thought that Mu Feng's speed relying on the second type of the Sanqing Sword Style had reached an extreme, pressing step by step.

"Bang bang bang" In the overflow of sword light, Mu Feng finally caught up with Shi Shan's footsteps, and the messy swordsmanship slashed and stabbed Shi Shan from all directions one after another.

Is Sishan an idle person? The short sword in his hand made people dazzle the waving of it, and he was able to deal with it carefully in Mu Feng's sword dance, all saying that an inch is long and an inch is strong, but this truth obviously does not work in front of Shishan at the moment.

No matter how hard Mu Feng tried, every blow he could always resist by Shi Shan, which made him quite annoyed in his heart, and the frequency of swinging the long sword became faster and faster, and after a while, the sword shadow poured towards Shi Shan like a torrential rain.

The dizzying sword dance, the fierce and wanton sword light, made the many cultivators who watched the battle around amazed, they could use the swordsmanship so superbly, which can be called the extreme, how can they not let these people who have lived in the deep mountains for a long time practice mystical arts, and feel extremely surprised by these swordsmanship?

The sword qi is like frost and the momentum is like a dragon, and each sword of Mu Feng is extremely tricky, which is difficult to guard. The people around them clearly didn't feel the existence of the two of them using their soul qi from beginning to end, but could such an amazing sword dance really be able to be performed without the help of soul energy?

"Two clear the red dust"

Several passive resistances finally annoyed Shishan, and the calm expression on her face instantly converged, replaced by a cold and arrogant indifference.

In the exclamation of everyone, Shi Shan also directly played the second style of the Sanqing Sword Style, and the two swords were intertwined with each other in an instant, and the black and white figures of Shi Shan, who was dressed in white, and Mu Feng, who was dressed in black robes, were also shuttling back and forth in the wanton sword light.

One long and one short, the two swords collided intensively, sparks flew everywhere, and the fierce fight made people feel frightened, Siyin and Lu Dieyi, who had been silent in the distance, their faces were a little pale, and their eyes were only locked on Mu Feng's body, Qian Yi was even more anxious with a hot sweat, his hands clenched, and he looked nervously at the black shadow shuttling in the sword light.

Compared with the sword dance of Mu Feng's tyrant, Shi Shan's sword dance seems to be full of tenderness, as soft as flowing water but endless, and the two of them have two completely different understandings and ways of performing the Sanqing sword style, which are intertwined with each other.

After a while, Mu Feng felt a little struggling, her sword itself was very heavy, and it took more strength to swing it, but when it hit Shi Shan's sword, she could always resist her attack with soft and rigid strength, and after a while, Mu Feng was already sweating profusely, and Shi Shan, except for the sweat oozing from her forehead, the whole person looked extremely calm.

Seeing that Mu Feng's second form was about to be the end of the strong crossbow, and the speed had become sluggish from the beginning of the fierce one, Shi Shan also found the opportunity to launch a counterattack against Mu Feng with a momentum like a tiger.

The chaotic sword slashed at Mu Feng and covered his face.

The sword qi swept across, Mu Feng let out an angry roar and swung the ink-colored long sword in his hand towards Shi Shan, Shi Shan's pupils shrank back and took a small step back, the short sword in his hand found the gap in Mu Feng, and stabbed out with a sword in Qianyi's exclamation.

In an instant, the air seemed to be frozen, and he finally found an opportunity to think that even if he couldn't win with one sword, he could hurt Shishan's Mu Feng, but he never expected that the other party's skills were so agile, and he was light and calm, and he avoided the sword he stabbed out with a side side, and when he used the second type of the Sanqing Sword Style, his body temporarily weakened, and stabbed at him with a sword.

The exclamations of Qian Yi and the others sounded in his ears, and Mu Feng's pupils dilated in front of him, looking at the cherry red sword light that was getting closer and closer to his chest with a shocked expression.

With a "poof", Mu Feng burst back with all his strength, and the short sword in Shishan's hand also stabbed into Mu Feng's chest without hesitation, and the sword body about an inch long sank into Mu Feng's chest.

"The Sanqing Sword Style is so skillfully used, you also impress me, but that's the end of it"

Seeing that she finally took advantage of Mu Feng's short-term weakness to stab Mu Feng, the corners of Shi Shan's mouth also showed a relieved smile, because of the previous battle between the galloping and lightning, the two of them tried their best and failed to hurt each other, and her sword can be described as pure luck.

"Wow"

Mu Feng, who had severe pain in his chest, gritted his teeth, raised the sword in his hand upward, and hit Shishan's short sword, the sword bodies collided and made a crisp sound, the short sword in Shishan's hand was bounced away by Mu Feng's sword, and the sword slashed and also drew a palm-sized scar on Mu Feng's chest, and blood instantly gushed out and dripped down the robe