Huhuhu......

Tang Feng's body was like electricity, and his fists exhaled like a storm.

Chu Xing retreated again and again, but he still couldn't resist the opponent's attack.

To be precise, the movements can't keep up with the speed of the other party.

"Tear pull".

The fist wind whistled and brushed away from Chu Xing's right abdomen.

Tang Feng's right arm was like a sharp sword, which could cut through his skin.

An extremely deep wound opened from that position.

But at the same time as the blood was about to gush out, it was pressed by the powerful muscles and locked in the blood vessels.

Chu Xing took a step back, cautiously using his ability to heal the wound quickly, and then turned around like lightning.

There was a thunderclap in the air.

Tang Feng wrapped his feet around and reflexively threw a punch at his lower back.

The golden light pierced the air, sending a manic lightning bolt.

There was a soft sound of "dang".

The fist slammed into the huge sword face.

In an incredible posture, the bald head backhanded the giant sword sideways and blocked it on his waist.

Then on the side of the greatsword, the blade is outwards and pulled away in reverse.

Tang Feng bent his knees, kicked quickly on the blade of the sword, and the whole person flipped out.

At the same time, Chu Xing also got a chance to breathe, and the giant sword swung away at the same time, turning his entire body around.

The two men stood still at each other, staring at each other.

"You're a little more flexible than I thought."

Tang Feng clenched his fists, his feet jumped back and forth on the ground, and a smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth.

It's like a gust of wind.

"You, too, are a little harder than I thought." Chu Xing replied expressionlessly.

Tang Feng, who was covered in golden light, was like a god.

After some healing, he was still inevitably left with a long, narrow wound on his right abdomen, slightly reddened, and the blood flow inside was faintly visible.

The bladeless edge, after obtaining the power of the Nine Heavens Divine Sword, turned out to be so tricky.

He remembered a sentence he often said to the little cubs of Genmu Division-

"Never despise your opponent."

Chu Xing couldn't help but laugh dumbly, thinking, how could I make the same mistake?

"You can still laugh, you're such a funny man." Tang Feng pursed his lips politely, "My next attack won't leave only such a little scar. ”

His fist raised slightly upwards and pointed at the other's chest, "Next time, I'm going to punch through your heart." ”

The bald head didn't answer him, just raised his hand and wiped the tip of his nose.

The hand was raised flat to his chest, the palm of his hand was turned up, and Sizhi beckoned back and forth.

"Hah!"

Tang Feng let out a shout, exerted his strength with both feet, and rushed quickly.

In an instant, they have arrived in front of each other.

Chu Xing stood tall, his hands firmly clenching the giant sword in his hand.

The other man jumped upward, and his right foot kicked a whirl in the air, towards his chest, like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

A quick and violent flash.

"Boom!"

A huge force slapped violently on Tang Feng's chest.

He flew upside down, his head raised high backwards, and a streak of blood burst out of his mouth.

The blood cut through the air in a long arc, like a shooting star.

"Just now...... It happened...... What the? ”

Tang Feng thought in disbelief, and then the whole person exploded into the tower wall behind.

"Boom."

On the inner wall of the Tianxin Tower, he was hit with a deep pit crack.

"Whew."

Chu Xing swung the giant sword in his hand, raised his hand, put it to his mouth and blew it.

His two arms, the green tendons bulging high, faintly flashed red under the tight skin.

Tang Feng rolled over from the ground, half-squatted on the ground, and looked at him coldly.

He was a little stunned by the blow just now.

"Come again!"

The corners of Tang Feng's mouth opened up in a strange arc, and his body sprinted out.

In Chu Xing's gaze, his speed was at least twice as fast as just now.

Still in a similar position, feet on the ground, high in the air.

It's just—

The bald head's gaze locked firmly on him, and Tang Feng's body swayed in the previous position for a moment, and then floated out sideways.

A back-leg blow from the side whirled and swept straight into his head.

Tang Feng's figure was so fast, like a ghost, that he swept violently at a speed that was uncatchable to the naked eye.

Golden light erupted from his toes.

"Hey...... Look at you......"

At this moment, the smile in Tang Feng's eyes suddenly disappeared-

A huge black shadow crossed the horizon.

At the moment when he was about to succeed just now, Chu Xing's speed was obviously accelerated many times.

And then—

Holding the sword with both hands, swing it vigorously as if you were wielding a wooden club.

"Boom!"

Tang Feng could almost hear the crisp sound of his body hitting it, and all his internal organs were squeezed together.

Then his whole body was blasted backwards at a faster speed.

"Boom!"

"Really...... Damn ......"

Tang Feng's whole body sank into the wall, his head drooping, and his limbs hung limply on it.

A line of blood ran down the corner of his mouth.

A smile finally appeared on the bald face.

"This sword of mine was made by the swordsmith of the Wind Sword Country."

……

Hua Yun, the first swordsmith of the Wind Sword Country, looked at everything that happened in the black forest with an expressionless face, but there were monstrous waves in his heart.

"Your sword...... Is there really no problem? Li Shiluo glanced at him suspiciously, recalling the scene of today's sacrificial sword selection, when this person threw himself to the ground with the sword and a huge thunderbolt, he felt a pang of anxiety in his heart.

This is the first time that in the selection of sacrificial swords, the swordsmith himself made a mistake.

Without a complete test and full certainty, he dared to take it to the sword sacrifice ceremony, and this courage was really fat.

"Don't worry."

Hua Yun comforted her, "I've been building swords for so many years, and my swords have been unanimously praised, especially for speed!" ”

"Then why are your hands shaking?!"

Lan Jingjing looked at him in surprise and inexplicably.

"Who said...... My hands are shaking? Hua Yun hurriedly hid his hands behind his back and returned tremblingly.

Well, now even the legs are starting to shake.

"Geriatrics, haven't you seen it?!"

……

The sword of the Wind Sword Country has always been known for its speed, sharpness, and ferocity.

[Breath of the Spiritual Wind].

is the name of this sword.

To a certain extent, it perfectly makes up for Chu Xing's shortcomings.

Huge people, although they have strength beyond ordinary people, but their movements are relatively clumsy.

He has spent nearly two decades working hard to make this body more flexible.

Shake off all the excess fat of the whole body, and every inch of muscle is injected with super spiritual power, which can not only mobilize the muscles at any time, but also make your body faster and more flexible than ordinary people.

It's just that compared to an opponent like Tang Feng, who is known for his speed, he seems to be slower.

The giant sword in his hand has unparalleled strength, although it seems clumsy, but the skill is the opposite-

It can make the speed of the sword-wielder burst quickly in a short period of time.

The side effect is -

The consumption of spiritual power is huge.

The bald head grinned, thinking to himself that he was still too confident just now, and he didn't activate the skill in the first place, before he completely engulfed the sword.

Otherwise......

Chu Xing's face froze, and he restrained his smile.

It's not bad now.