The sword in Feng Xiaohan's hand was really disappointing.

The sword was three fingers wide and should have been grand and upright, but the color of the sword body was brown and yellow, gray and dark, and it was pitted, like the surface of the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

If you don't look closely, you think it's a burning stick.

But the three-foot sword is as sharp as snow, and when you see the edge, you know that it blows off the hair, and it is obvious that the person who forged the sword has put great effort into the blade.

He Xirou raised her eyebrows, and said in her heart: "What kind of broken sword is this." ”

Liu Panpan shook his head and said he didn't know.

This sword is forged from extraterrestrial meteoric iron, Tianshan cold iron, and pure gold ore.

The reason why it is forged rather than cast is because these three ores are extremely difficult to quench and require extremely high temperatures to melt, but even with Wu's cultivation, they cannot be fused alone.

So after hearing about this, Xia Yu sent Liang Song to help with a glass-colored peacock.

Guan Changkong borrowed the power of the glazed feather to pull the three ores into strips, stacked them together, and folded and forged the three materials into a sword shape.

and use the secret method of Chixia Peak to open for it.

It's just that the power of the peacock feather is extremely difficult to control, and the three ores are too hard, and the folding and forging is very reluctant, which causes this sword to have no appearance that matches its own material.

Feng Xiaohan looked at the different shades of dents on the hilt of the sword, thought for a moment, and then reached out to hold it.

Strangely, these irregular indentations fit perfectly into his palm, and they are comfortable to hold, as if they were tailor-made for him.

The moment he held the sword, Lou Tingyu felt a strong vigilance in his heart.

At this time, the sword qi from his wound had already dissipated, and he sealed several acupoints with his own vitality to stop the blood flow.

Feng Xiaohan got the sword, and Lou Tingyu took the opportunity to heal his injuries, and both sides did not lose.

Lou Tingyu said lightly: "Even if you get the sword, I don't think you can beat me." ”

"According to your usual mode of thinking, I am almost exhausted, and I am indeed unable to speak. But don't forget, I'm Feng Xiaohan, and I don't just rely on vitality to fight. ”

Feng Xiaohan smiled and said, "And the back hand that was arranged before has not been used up, so I still have a few chances of winning." ”

He was smiling happily, he had a chance to win, but he would definitely get hurt again, now he was going to win, and he wasn't going to get hurt.

It made him happy.

Lou listened to the rain and swept the long sword, the light rain suddenly stopped, and the power of the unsheathed sword really increased.

Feng Xiaohan's long sword was in his hand, his right foot stepped forward, and his breath rose sharply, although it was not as sharp as the other party, but it had a decisive momentum, which was daunting.

Lou Tingyu's expression was indifferent, and the sword in his hand slashed flatly.

Feng Xiaohan's sword came from top to bottom, as if it came from outside the sky, and it was going to hell.

The two swords collided together, and the momentum emitted scattered the wind and rain.

Instead of looking at the sword, the two stared into each other's eyes, feeling each other's will.

Feng Xiaohan's vitality was exhausted, no matter how exquisite his swordsmanship was, no matter how mellow his realm was, he couldn't exert his due power, but he could still forcibly make up for this deficiency with his huge strength.

There are sparks splashing at the point where the two swords collide.

The swords of the two separated and collided again.

Everyone knows that victory or defeat is at some point in the future.

Lou listened to the rain and the long sword turned, and the sword momentum turned urgent, like a storm and a sudden arrival, and even the light rain was a little heavier.

Feng Xiaohan's long sword pulled upward, drawing an arc, driving the light rain around him to roll upward, and deep traces appeared on the ground.

He Xirou grew his mouth, he may be really talented to be able to use those powerful swordsmanship, but it is a miracle to be able to perform this set of swordsmanship.

Because this set of swords does not have a sword spectrum, it is Chen Feng's original sword, and the sword spectrum is in his head, and it has only been passed on to He Xirou alone.

Lou Tingyu changed the five swordsmanship.

Feng Xiaohan also used swordsmanship to deal with it one after another.

Bang Wu hook

cloud-shading day,

coral ice,

solitary peak,

Lethe Bridge.

The sword aura emitted by these five swords caused the wind and rain to draw a picture in mid-air, and there was a lonely hill in the depths of the lake in the picture.

......

Liu Panpan was surprised: "This swordsmanship is so wonderful, how come I have never seen it?"

He Xirou said: "This is the master's original swordsmanship, called Wanqiu"

At the same time, she sighed slightly in her heart, and said, "From today onwards, I am no longer the disciple of Qingzhu Peak's number one qualification." ”

Lou Tingyu's next sword is called Mountain Ghost Throwing Stone, which is an extremely fierce sword technique.

Feng Xiaohan used the last style of Wanqiu Sword to "catch the wind and rain", and the rain was full of rain, and it was shot out in a line.

The wind and rain collided with the boulders thrown by the mountain ghosts.

Mars splashed,

wind and rain breaking,

The stone of the mountain ghost continues to walk.

Feng Xiaohan's artistic conception of wind and rain followed, and it also triggered the occurrence of visions, but there was no vitality, and his strength was weak and he was directly forced back by the opponent's sword.

Feng Xiaohan stepped on the ground a little, and his body floated backwards with the wind, and he actually showed his light body kung fu.

Skimming through the wind and rain, floating through the small holes inserted by those bamboo swords.

Lou listened to the rain and said coldly: "Want to run?"

As soon as the words fell, the sword momentum suddenly exploded, frantically urging the vitality in the body, stepping through the dirt, wanting to use this sword to fight the victory.

Cha Yixiao's eyes changed, and he stepped forward a few steps.

Elder Waishan's expression was serious, and the hand in his sleeve also stretched out.

When his sword came to Feng Xiaohan's eyes, it was only a hair's length away from piercing the tip of his nose.

The smile on the corner of Feng Xiaohan's mouth deepened, and at the same time, the head of the diner in the depths of the forest raised his eyebrows.

Because Lou Tingyu stepped on those sword holes.

His feet sank downward, into the dirt, to his knees, breaking his sword.

The sword light converged, the sword qi suddenly lost, and the tip of the sword stayed at the tip of his nose and could no longer stab forward.

Feng Xiaohan screamed, and the sword came out, without any moves, nor did he urge the vitality, and slashed at the opponent from top to bottom with his powerful physical strength.

Lou Tingyu was suddenly startled, and there were countless dissatisfactions in his heart, but after all, he could only turn into a long sigh and close his eyes.

Such an abrupt turn made everyone watching the battle hold their breath and watch this scene nervously.

"Dang!"

The sword did not fall on Lou Tingyu's body, but slashed at an iron staff.

The hand holding the iron rod was as withered as rotten wood, and the owner of the hand had a white beard fluttering, and his eyes were full of complex colors.

Cultivation does not represent combat strength, this sentence is a fact recognized by all cultivators, but it is still an incredible thing to defeat the strong with the weak in battle.

"The contest is over, and you are forbidden to fight again. ”

The Elder of the Outer Mountains announced, "Feng Xiaohan, win!"

The disciples outside the arena were still a little unrelieved, how could Lou Tingyu's grand sword momentum fail because of a small trick by the other party?

Suddenly, applause rang out, and everyone came back to their senses.

Lu Yingfeng smiled and applauded, and said hello!

Immediately after a smile, Xiahou Sheng also clapped his hands.

Then there was a thunderous round of applause.

Defeating the strong with the weak is always the best way to gain respect.

Everyone didn't expect him to have already arranged, the previous dozen or so bamboo swords inserted into the ground were not arbitrary, but the accumulated sword intent and part of the vitality were sent into the soil, making the soil extremely soft, and the rain combined into a small quagmire, which led him to step on it at a critical moment.

But there are also many people who are not convinced, thinking that in this competition, Feng Xiaohan is not above board and upright, which is not in line with the Tao of Qingzhu Peak.

It is a little tricky to say that it is good, such as an antelope hanging its horns, which can be found without a trace, and achieves the purpose of winning by surprise.

To put it bluntly, it's playing yin,

It is a trick to make it a trick, and it is by no means dignified.