The swords of the two kept colliding together, but every time they collided, Feng Xiaohan would jump away and take another bamboo sword.

Lou listened to the rain and did not pursue, standing in the wind and rain with a sword, quietly waiting for the other party's attack, so chic. At the same time, his scabbard also showed signs of damage, and even a faint sharp edge could be seen during the period.

Taking advantage of Feng Xiaohan's sword again, Lou Tingyu's gaze fell on his waist, and a gleam flashed in his half-squinted eyes.

Now he still has three bamboo swords, when these bamboo swords are also broken, will he use this kitchen knife to face the battle? Yesterday, he amazed the four with one sword, and the sword light that rose to the sky, even Lou Tingyu did not dare to despise it.

Feng Xiaohan's breathing began to become thick and short, obviously in the confrontation just now, the vitality in his body was not small.

He looked at Lou Listening to the rain in the light rain, there was no anxiety in his eyes, only excited eyes.

Feng Xiaohan held the bamboo sword, thought about it, and picked up another bamboo sword.

There was a soft sound from under the yellow paper umbrellas outside the venue.

He Xirou didn't know when she and Liu Panpan came to the sidelines, watching the competition, each holding a delicate and cute oil-paper umbrella in their hands.

"It's ...... Pisces Sword. ”

As the chief disciple of Qingzhu Peak, He Xirou naturally knew what this posture meant, and said with a little surprise.

Liu Panpan didn't know the Pisces swordsmanship, but it could be seen from He Xirou's expression that this swordsmanship was not simple.

In the depths of the bamboo forest on the other side, the palm of the diner appeared here silently, still holding the spatula, looking at Feng Xiaohan who was holding the sword in both hands from a distance, let out a sigh, and muttered: "Pisces sword, it's really been a long time." ”

......

......

Feng Xiaohan's twin swords swirled, like the momentum of yin and yang two fish into Tai Chi flowing in front of him.

The sword in the left hand belongs to silver, and the sword in the right hand belongs to yang, each representing the two poles of yin and yang, and they make up for each other, and they are incomparable.

He looked at Lou and listened to the rain and said, "It's almost." ”

"Yes, almost. ”

Lou Tingyu nodded, agreed, and after being silent for a while, asked, "Ten moves?"

Feng Xiaohan thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Fifteen moves." ”

The conversation between the two of them seemed nonsensical, but the disciples outside the arena understood it.

Feng Xiaohan's remaining vitality could only last for a while, so he planned to decide the winner in the next few rounds.

Lou Tingyu said that he would see within ten moves, while Feng Xiaohan said that he could still hold out fifteen moves.

But for some reason, a strange feeling rose in everyone's hearts, this wild boy was not saying how many moves he could hold, but how many moves he would kill the other party.

"Then thirteen moves. ”

Lou Tingyu gave the final figures.

Feng Xiaohan took a deep breath, his muscles slowly relaxed, and the surging battle intent and excitement that had risen before also calmed down.

Fighting requires this feeling of excitement, but hunters don't, and they can't become hyperactive, because they need to think calmly in order to complete their hunting plans, and the smell of excitement is the greatest warning to their prey.

Feng Xiaohan raised his eyes to look at the gray sky, his gaze was clear and peaceful, it was the direction of the Savage Domain. I have been in the human world for almost two months, and if I calculate the time, the frozen winter over there should have passed, and the murderous spring is coming.

When the climate starts to warm, the plants will break through the soil, take root, sprout, and bear fruit in an extreme amount of time. In just a few days, it will grow into a towering giant tree, covering the entire Savage Domain, and at this time, the Spirit Palm Demon Beast will begin to run rampant in the forest.

It was a ghost place where he had lived for twelve years, and today he was fighting people in a still unfamiliar human world, was this the so-called time flies, or the change of time or something?

There was a look of wistfulness in his eyes.

Lou Tingyu was slightly stunned when he looked at this scene, he didn't expect this wild boy to have this kind of expression, is that a memory?

The next moment, his eyes narrowed even tighter like a sword, staring at the young man in front of him.

Because Feng Xiaohan retracted his gaze, he just looked up in a certain direction, but in the view, it seemed to be a different person.

Feng Xiaohan's breathing gradually stabilized, then weakened until it was silent.

But he didn't die, but began to control his breathing according to some mysterious law, allowing the sound of his breath and breath to merge with the light rain, and then disperse with the wind.

He was dressed in a white disciple's robe, which should have been very dazzling under the dim sky, but it gave people an illusory feeling, as if he himself was not there.

This made Lou Tingyu a little surprised, what kind of method is this, it can actually be integrated into heaven and earth.

The elders of the outer mountains glanced at each other, and they all saw the puzzlement in each other's eyes.

Merging with heaven and earth is by no means an overnight effort, it is the master of the Collapse Tribulation Realm who can only achieve Xuantong after at least decades of penance.

Since it's not such a subtle method, what is it?

......

Feng Xiaohan ignored their shock, and immersed himself in this artistic conception, which was his way of hiding himself when hunting.

Demon beasts are extremely sensitive creatures with a natural instinct for danger.

He would sometimes bury himself in the earth for days just to ambush prey that might pass by, a breathing technique that no one had taught him, as if he was born with it.

Feng Xiaohan quietly looked at Lou Tingyu and said, "Come on." ”

It takes him a few breaths to enter this state, and Lou Tingyu did not take advantage of the gap to attack, which is certainly beautiful and worthy of praise.

But in the eyes of some people, it is nothing more than a joke.

In Feng Xiaohan's opinion, this is stupid, taking advantage of your illness to kill you is the king.

The corners of Cha Yixiao's mouth hooked up a disdainful smile, and he said softly: "Hypocrisy, pedantic, and difficult to become a big tool." ”

Lou listened to the rain and lightly touched the soil, and the long sword pointed directly at Feng Xiaohan's left chest.

Before the sword arrives, the sword intent goes first.

Feeling the sharp sword qi rushing towards his face, Feng Xiaohan's eyes became more profound, revealing a calmness that did not match his age.

Looking at the tip of the sword scabbard that was gradually getting bigger, Feng Xiaohan's face was calm, waiting for the long sword to attack.

Well, the hunt begins!

The two sword qi were intertwined like the fate of two people, and they appeared in the field very abruptly, and swept away towards the building.

When the two sword qi collided with Lou Tingyu's sword qi, they dissolved into intangible.

After all, Lou Tingyu is a half-step cave you, this kind of qi blade formed by relying on vitality, Feng Xiaohan is naturally not his opponent.

But before the two sword qi disappeared, they turned into a circle, like the flow of yin and yang fish, becoming a Tai Chi trend, and actually consumed a lot of the other party's sword qi.

The Pisces Sword is a sword that defeats the strong with the weak.

Feng Xiaohan had already suffered internal injuries during the previous collisions, and he could clearly feel the pain caused by the shock of his organs.

But this did not hinder his movements, but the operation of the vitality was sluggish a lot.

Lou Tingyu didn't care, because his sword was not a powerful killing sword based on sword qi.

In the previous collisions, the gap in cultivation between the two was forcibly made up by Feng Xiaohan with his strong physical strength, and he was afraid that he would be defeated by others.

Feng Xiaohan's two bamboo swords crossed two circles and rolled towards the building to listen to the rain.

Lou listened to the rain and calmed down, and then the place where the scabbard was broken emitted a faint light.

This not very strong sword technique gives people a very strong sense of oppression, because this sword gathers all the sword intent of the cave master.

It is the embodiment of the kendo of Lou listening to the rain and practicing hard work for more than ten years.

No matter how talented Feng Xiaohan is, he can't make up for the gap in the realm.

But Wanyan supernatural powers can,

There were huge waves in his sea of knowledge, and countless golden rays of light were evolving this sword, deducing all the details and intentions of this sword clearly, and even making Feng Xiaohan's understanding of this sword deeper than that of the other party.

But this is Lou Tingyu's sword after all, the vitality is strong, and the sword intent is close to perfection, and the entire sword momentum is suddenly unavoidable.

Feng Xiaohan's Pisces sword combined, attacking at the same time, attacking his left and right chests.

The bamboo sword passed by on both sides of the scabbard, ignoring the oncoming sword, and directly posed in a posture of ending up together.

Lou Tingyu is taller and has longer arms, and if he goes on like this, the scabbard will penetrate his body, and the bamboo sword will also plunge into the opponent's chest.

He was desperate.