Cha Yi smiled at this scene, trembling with excitement, such a decisive combination of Pisces, such a decisive way of fighting, made him excited as a battle maniac.

Feng Xiaohan's posture caused an exclamation.

Lou Tingyu frowned slightly, could only sigh, and then put away his sword to block.

Feng Xiaohan's twin swords pierced the scabbard through two holes, among which the snowy sword body was clearly visible.

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Lu Yingfeng stroked his chest, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and said, "Look, I'll just say that he's here to fight hard." ”

"Something suddenly occurred to me. ”

Bai Wen's face turned slightly pale, and he said: "He came here today mainly to compete with Senior Brother Lou, and it has nothing to do with me, so if he wins, will he fight with me in the next game?"

Lu Yingfeng smiled and said, "If he can really defeat Lou Tingyu, who is stronger than you, then even if he doesn't work hard, do you think you will still have a chance of winning?"

Bai Wen thought for a while and said, "Reasonable, let's continue." ”

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On the edge of Chixia Peak, Liang Song watched the time pass little by little, his heart became more and more anxious, and he said with a little helplessness: "Noon has long passed, I just want to be able to forge it earlier, so as not to waste the master's intentions." ”

The glass-colored peacock beside him also stopped combing his feathers and stared at the small workshop not far away, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this time, the beating in the small workshop stopped, and the cliffs returned to calm, except for the sound of falling rain and a sigh of regret.

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Feng Xiaohan's stab can be said to be a full-strength blow, but it is not as decisive as others think. His body was unimaginably strong, and it was extremely difficult for the scabbard alone to break through his body.

So he only needed to withstand the sword qi on the scabbard, and then hit the chest with both swords and killed the person in front of him.

The double swords in Feng Xiaohan's hands were broken from them, and he threw them away and picked up the last one.

"I'd like to see you without a sword, but then I'll use a sword. ”

Lou Tingyu's eyes fell on the shallow stagnant water at his feet, and the drizzle was clouded, and through the reflection of the water surface, he could vaguely see his embarrassed appearance.

He looked at Feng Xiaohan and said seriously: "When you are exhausted, it will be the time when I beat you." ”

Feng Xiaohan also looked at him, and said in his heart: "When you think I am exhausted, it is the time when you die." ”

He stood still, his bamboo sword flicking, and the water splashed.

The vitality in the body is about to be exhausted, even if this is the superb vitality of Wanyan's supernatural power, it can't match the master who has already stood on the threshold.

In the drizzle and breeze, a sword qi hung in the sword forest, and anyone could feel what kind of will was contained in it.

"I've decided, I'm going to abolish you in eight moves. ”

The light in Lou Tingyu's eyes was even stronger, and the sword aura was even stronger.

Feng Xiaohan looked back at the jacks left by the dozen or so bamboo swords behind him, and the rain fell on the ground and drilled into the holes, and then disappeared.

This detail is inconspicuous, and He Xirou didn't care about his thoughts on the field, holding a paper umbrella in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, not knowing what he was planning.

The diner in the forest watched this scene thoughtfully.

Liu Panpan felt his will through the yin and yang cat in his arms, and raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

After Feng Xiaohan heard Lou Tingyu's words full of pride and confidence, his heart was full of waves, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

"This guy really only knows how to use the method of confrontation, and pays attention to the demeanor of the waste dim sum. ”

Feng Xiaohan held the sword in his left hand, his right hand on his waist, bullied forward, and took out the Luzhou landscape sword with his left hand, combining the drizzle in the sword momentum, like a real waterfall.

Lou Tingyu took a step back, not forced to retreat by the other party, but to better play the sword.

"Even if you change hands, using the same move twice won't have any effect. ”

His sword danced, creating a curtain of swords on all sides.

Eight ways of night fighting!

Just as the waterfall-like sword was about to wash onto the sword curtain, Feng Xiaohan's hand loosened, allowing the bamboo sword to fly out.

Lou Tingyu paid attention to the movement of the bamboo sword with all his attention, and when he saw that he actually threw the sword out, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Could it be that this is actually a lonely hill landscape sword?

No, he just threw the sword away, that's all.

Lou Tingyu can be sure that there is no artistic conception in this, and it is by no means some kind of magical method.

The disciples watching the battle began to wonder if Feng Xiaohan's vitality was exhausted and he was no longer able to hold the bamboo sword?

The light rain that originally followed the bamboo sword and turned into a waterfall suddenly lost the traction of the sword intent, and could only fly forward by inertia.

The bamboo sword slammed into the sword curtain and was chopped to pieces.

The light rain was partially dispersed by the eight ways of the night battle, and the rest fell on Lou Tingyu's body and face, which couldn't help but make his eyes narrow.

The diner held his breath, and a certain premonition rose in his heart.

Because at the moment when Lou Tingyu was affected by the rain, Feng Xiaohan made a move......

Cha Yi let out a strange scream, patted his thigh, and shouted hysterically: "Awesome, really awesome!"

Xia Housheng beside him stared at the field, waiting for the upcoming scene.

Listening to the exclamations of the battle disciples outside the field, Lou Tingyu couldn't help but wonder what was going on.

His vision was obscured by the rain of the Shanshui Sword for a moment, and he only vaguely saw the shadow that still wanted him to attack.

By the time he really saw it, it was too late.

The next moment he threw out the bamboo sword, Feng Xiaohan's right hand held the kitchen knife at his waist.

Feng Xiaohan stared at the other party's eyes, and the Heart Punishment Sword that had been brewing for a long time suddenly burst out, and the endless ferocious and tyrannical aura overflowed, like a demon who had just woken up, and opened his eyes.

Even though Lou Tingyudao's heart was firm, he was shaken for a moment, and his body stiffened again.

So his rhythm was completely disrupted by Feng Xiaohan, and it was too late to dodge.

A flash of sword light illuminated the field.

The sword light is pure, majestic, domineering, and soars to the sky.

A sword in the sky!

And it's even more powerful than yesterday when he used his hand as a knife.

With a roar, the thick sword light suddenly engulfed Lou Tingyu, making the exclamations under the oil-paper umbrellas around him rise again.

After the sword light dissipated, a straight crack appeared on the ground in front of Feng Xiaohan, and at the end of the crack was Lou Tingyu.

Lou listened to the rain and was covered with blood and water, mixed with the rain, and dyed his clothes red.

Just listen to a click.

His scabbard was completely destroyed, neatly cut in two, revealing half of its body.

He had a deep scar on his body.

It spreads from the left shoulder to the base of the leg, and it looks extremely terrifying.

Feng Xiaohan gasped and almost collapsed to the ground, this knife can only be used by cultivators above the cave shadow, and it is extremely expensive for people in the spirit realm.

Lou listened to the rain and his face was like frost, and a touch of pain flashed in his eyes, obviously this knife also brought him serious internal injuries.

The knife qi vibrated slightly along his wound, tearing the wound all the time, making the wound deeper and deeper.

This knife was passed to Liang Song by a certain master, and then Liang Song told Feng Xiaohan to listen.

But Feng Xiaohan relied on Wanyan's supernatural powers to directly deduce the vitality running route, the realm of the knife technique and the combination of moves.

If you put aside the cultivation and combat experience, in terms of the Qingtian Sword alone, Feng Xiaohan is even more skilled than Liang Song.

What's more, this knife is known as the strongest knife technique in the northern grasslands.

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