Jing Chong held a firewood knife and slashed directly at the abdomen of Gongye Changxun opposite, such a simple move is the easiest to defuse, and it is also the most disdainful.

Therefore, when he was caught in the eyes of Gongye Changxun, he would only usher in a stronger contempt and contempt from the other party.

"Hmph, such a simple move as a single knife straight into has been used, it seems that your previous power is just pretending, and if it is just such a knife technique, this battle, the victory or defeat between us has already been decided!"

Gongye Changxun snorted coldly again, and with a flick of his palm and fingers, he slammed towards the back of the firewood knife that Jing Chong wielded, looking at Jing Chong's strength, he originally disdained it, so he also wanted to repeat the old trick, and used the five fingers of the bullet flower to crash the firewood knife out of Jing Chong's hand, so that with just one move, Jing Chong would immediately lose his blade and immediately lose miserably.

But his consideration seems to be a little naïve, because he still underestimates the current Jing Chong.

At the moment when his five fingers stretched out and flicked slowly, the heavy chai knife that had been swinging straight into the knife without any flashy moves suddenly flipped in front of Gongye Changxun's body, the back of the knife was to the left, and the blade was slashed towards his outstretched five fingers.

Even if Gongye Changxun's fingers are extremely hard and his use of force is flexible, it is still a bit unrealistic to compare with the incomparable sharp blade.

Therefore, in the face of such a sudden change, Gongye Changxun, who was originally arrogant and indifferent, was also shocked, and a chill came suddenly, and his pores suddenly rose.

The biting chill slowly advanced with his fingers, and the five fingers that had just been ready to pop out were almost reflexively clenched into a fist, and his right hand fell downward, which narrowly avoided Jing Chong's lightning-fast finger cut.

Successfully dodging the slash of a knife, Gongye Changxun couldn't help but sigh secretly, but before he could move his body and take a defensive position, Jing Chong's knife had already swept out again. The wind and the waves rolled around.

Facing Gongye Changxun's face and chest, he slashed out seven times in one breath.

These seven knives are as fast as raindrops, as fast as lightning, although they seem to be chaotic, but they hide a mystery, and a knife superimposed on seven seven is better than a knife.

Moreover, after the seven knives were split, Gongye Changxun, who was really attacking directly like the wind and waves, was in a hurry, and flew backwards again and again.

Even though he had a delicate identity and reacted quickly, he was still swept by the firewood knife on his left arm under Jing Chong's fierce seven knives.

Fortunately, the edge of the firewood knife itself is not very sharp, and Gongye Changxun dodged in time, and the knife swept on the arm only scratched a little flesh.

Even so, Jing Chong's move of "sweeping thousands of armies and splitting the wind and waves" still turned the battle between the two qualitatively reversed

Looking at the originally complacent and arrogant Gongye Changxun, a handsome face was suddenly covered with a layer of blush, and the smile on his face was long gone, his eyes glared angrily, and his mouth was already uncontrollable, "Good boy, you dare to hurt my arm, this time you don't want to get off the ring intact!"

Where has Gongye Changxun suffered such a pain, let alone when he was at the peak, even if he was in the art hall for three years, he never shed a trace of blood, and now he was bruised by a dung picker from the miscellaneous service hall.

This is a great insult to it, both face-wise and psychologically.

Therefore, in just a short moment, he was already full of hatred and anger.

Leng Buding's body was shocked, but when he saw him, he pulled out a bright long sword from his back.

As soon as the three-foot-long long sword was pulled out, a blue light suddenly flashed on the ring, and the blue light was extremely cold, even if it was a few feet away, Jing Chong could feel the cold all over his body.

Especially on the outstretched arm, the hairs slipped down with the flickering of the blue light.

As soon as the long sword came out, Jing Chong gasped coldly, but when his eyes shrank, he couldn't help blurting out, "It's a sword!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Gongye Changxun on the other side snorted coldly, still glanced at Jing Chong with disdain, forcibly suppressed his anger, and hummed a sentence from his nostrils, "What a frog at the bottom of the well, but since you can let me use the sword, then I might as well tell you and let you be a ghost!" The name of this sword is called Blue Scales, as the name suggests, electric light is like scales, and killing is invisible! I will use it to kill you today!"

As soon as Gongye Changxun's words came out, he gritted his teeth, his hideous face, fierce expression, and sharp sword, adding one of the three, which immediately made Jing Chong's neck shrink.

His heart was chilled, although he didn't know what kind of existence the blue scale sword on the other side was, but just from such a domineering name, it was enough to imagine that its sharpness was by no means comparable to ordinary blades.

In particular, the so-called "electric light like scales" characteristic can easily interfere with the enemy's line of sight during battle, and then take advantage of his unpreparedness to kill invisibly.

Such a sword is also an abnormal match for Gongye Changxun on the opposite side, no matter how strong the opponent is, he himself is a despicable villain who is good at sneak attacks.

Even so, Jing Chong still calmed down his mood in the shortest possible time, and he did not directly replace the firewood knife in his hand with the bloody treasure knife of his father who had just arrived, not because he was arrogant and reckless, but he really wanted to witness the true power of the "Seven Profound Swords" that he had cultivated for two years in such a battle.

I still remember that when I was in the library pavilion, the Su steward once told me that the Seven Profound Knives of the Hundred Battles were the treasures of the Zhenge Pavilion of the Conferring Arts Hall, even if it was Gongye Changxun, he didn't realize its existence, and the other party himself was born in sword training, so he chose a "Three Yuan Sword" that was good at defense.

Steward Su said at the time that although the power of "Sanyuan Sword" is powerful, there is still a gap between it and the "Seven Profound Swords" of one hundred battles and seven swords.

It is with such a guarantee that Jing Chong will choose to use an ordinary firewood knife to resist the opponent's blue-scaled sword, in fact, he is secretly fully prepared, and he can switch hands and feet at any time and pull out the treasure knife.

Seeing Jing Chong still holding a firewood knife without change, Gongye Changxun's face on the opposite side suddenly sank, and then the corners of his mouth lifted, and it took a long time to squeeze out a few big words, "The mantis arm is a car, and I can't do it!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the blue scale sword in his hand suddenly flip, and the lightning spread wantonly, and the dazzling blue light flickered, instantly waking up Jing Chong on the opposite side.

But before he could prepare, he saw the blue-scaled sword on the opposite side dragging and stabbing towards his chest like an electric switch.

Feeling a chill coming, Jing Chong didn't dare to be careless, greeted the enemy with a sword, and swung his sword away.

The sword light and sword light were intertwined in an instant, and when he saw that the sword blade was about to touch the back of the knife, he saw that Jing Chong's wrist was turned over and the move was changed, and he hurriedly made a move, "Straighten the chaos and sharpen the iron silently", using the moment when the sword met, turning the passive into the active, the blade turned sideways, and slammed the opponent's sword body with the back of the knife

Driven by a powerful force, the knife in Jing Chong's hand suddenly became like a hammer, and at the moment when it was infused with powerful power, it suddenly weighed more than a thousand catties, and he didn't directly slam the opponent's sharp blade, so the swords collided, even if it was a firewood knife in his hand, it still shook Gongye Changxun's arm with an overwhelming momentum, and his body was crooked and retreated.

Gongye Changxun was immediately furious, and his body was dressed up again, and the long sword in his hand danced out of thin air, and suddenly danced a beautiful sword flower.

"Dancing with a long sword, fast as the wind, swinging the wheel, attacking on three sides!"

Gongye Changxun said in a low mouth, and the long sword that stabbed out suddenly changed its sword move, and it moved alone, and the beautiful sword flower danced like a car wheel rushing left and right, and the scope was as large as a car cover.

With such a swift sword dance, coupled with the sharpness of the blade, I am afraid that even if an iron rod is inserted into it, it will be frequently twisted by the sharp blade of the Blue Scale Sword in an instant.

With such a defensive and offensive, the situation of three-sided defense appeared, and it really made people have nowhere to start and no way to move.

Moreover, due to the sudden attack of Gongye Changxun, Jing Chong's firm position also fell, the sword had no flaws, and the sword was flawless, and in an instant he became the object of the frequent twisting of the sword wheel.

Under the shroud of the brilliant sword light, for a while, he could only keep flying back, and the back of the knife was frequently stirring, but he never dared to easily touch the dense sword wheel on the opposite side.