The rain in the sky was thick with a thick mist under the evaporation of the flames, and the mist blinded people's eyes.

And the wind can dispel the water mist.

Chen Zichu had never understood so clearly that he was a wind practitioner.

Through the circle of the stargazing platform, he felt the gust of wind.

A fresh breeze rose on the rain-soaked platform, blowing away the rain and mist, and also blowing the hair hanging down from the girl's sideburns.

And people finally saw the amazing scene.

On the high platform, the long sword in Ye Siyuan's hand penetrated Ying Baoyue and penetrated the girl's head, and a long sword maintained a penetrating posture across the woman's cheek.

But the next moment, the people who wanted to continue cheering found that there was no blood on the silver sword.

Clear rain slid across the blade, but not as bright red as it should be.

"That's ...... Flower? ”

People looked at the sword, and some people muttered in shock.

"How can there be...... A flower? ”

Chen Zichu looked at the tip of the long sword that should have pierced the woman's body in a daze, and couldn't believe his eyes.

There is no flesh there.

At the top of the sword, there was a flower.

The soft flowers and the bloody arena of the cold sword blade were incompatible, robbing everyone of their words.

"That's ......" Zhao Guang on the big elm tree in the distance couldn't speak, looking at the scene from a distance that no one could think of, until the girl's black hair fluttering in the wind filled his pupils, and the young man muttered.

"That's hers...... Headbands? ”

That's her headband.

Li Ji stood on the elm tree, quietly watching the scene on the high platform, how many people could understand what had just happened?

At the moment when Ye Siyuan's killing sword arrived, the woman just turned around slightly, and the tip of the sword that should have been pierced into her eyebrows brushed the braid on the back of her head in an instant, only piercing her hairband.

Chen Zichu looked at the flower that was tied to the tip of the sword for a long time, and then realized that it was actually a flower made of cloth.

It was actually the flower on the hairband that the woman had tied in her braids.

Although he didn't see it clearly, he knew that it represented the woman...... Dodged the sword.

Dodged the third form of the fire sword with the speed of the thrust, the fire dance golden snake?

No, it's not all.

Under Ye Siyuan's sword just now, which was almost suspected of sneak attack, unless the woman's realm was higher than him, it was impossible to have such a fast reaction speed to dodge that sword!

...... the hell she

"It's impossible for her to completely dodge that sword, the reaction speed of a cultivator has a realm limit, what the hell is she ......" At this time, Zhao Guang also spoke incoherently, but there was someone by his side who could answer for him.

"The first move, she has already taken it."

Hearing Li Ji's calm voice beside him, Zhao Guang looked up in astonishment.

Just dodging doesn't count the next move, but his brother will never be mistaken, if he says that this woman took a sword, it only proves one thing, that is, she also took the sword.

But where is her sword?

"Rust." Li Ji closed his dark eyes and said those two words, and when he closed his eyes, someone else finally saw it.

"What is this? What's floating? ”

Guichen's eyes widened, and then he saw countless iron-red debris floating in the air.

At this time, I don't know where the formation is, a few rays of sunlight shoot in, like the afterglow of the setting sun.

At the same time, it hit the rusty words on the blade of the sword.

The afterglow of the setting sun, the rust flying in the air, Chen Zichu looked at the sword that the girl in front of him was against the man's sword, and never thought that there was such a way of fighting in this world.

Chen Zichu finally remembered that just as the crowd was chanting the name of Ye Siyuan's sword, he heard a rough and sharp sword sound.

And the sword that made this sword roar did not use any swordsmanship, not even to help its new master parry the enemy's long sword.

It was just erected by its owner at the fastest speed, and it didn't even have time to cross over, but it was on its side, rubbing against the sword body of Ye Siyuan's long sword.

It was only then that people finally realized what had just happened.

Just when Ye Siyuan stabbed out the sword, the woman stabbed out a sword at the same time, but it was in the upward direction, as if it was piercing the sky, and this almost purposeless sword was pierced by Ye Siyuan's sword, and the two sword faces intersected in a cross shape, but only the sword faces intersected, and no one's sword could be fast enough to block Ye Siyuan's sword.

The man's sword slid forward, just grazing the woman's sword, which was a defeat for the cultivator in the battle, a sword that was not blocked at all.

A meaningless sword.

However, for the woman, it was enough.

Looking at the rust floating on the Sunset Sword, Chen Zichu was speechless.

The woman came into the field with a rusty sword, and countless people ridiculed her for her stupidity and indiscretion, but the girl only used the first move, and did what only a rusty sword could do.

"Wonderful!" At this moment, a broken gong suddenly sounded beside Chen Zichu. He thought it was Mr. Zhenshan, but when he looked sideways, he was a scholar who was as thin as a bamboo pole.

The thin scholar didn't look like a cultivator, but he slapped his palms like chicken claws as if no one was mixed in with the crowd.

"The rusty sword surface is rougher than the smooth sword surface, the friction is greater, the natural resistance is large, and the speed at which the opponent's sword pierces is naturally slower, and even this can be calculated, seconds!"

The skinny scholar shouted loudly, looking crazy.

Although Chen Zichu didn't understand the words of this madman, he understood in an instant.

He didn't know what friction was, but at least he knew that the smoothness of the rusty sword and the new sword were different, and the speed at which the sword surface rubbed against each other was also different, and the woman relied on this to reduce the speed at which Ye Siyuan came out of the sword in an instant.

The rough and rusty surface of the Sunset Sword quickly rubbed from the tip of Ye Siyuan's long sword to the tail of the sword.

It was only a momentary slowdown, but it was enough for the woman's reaction speed.

Lean, let the sword.

Her movements flowed.

Maybe for ordinary people, resisting and dodging can't be done at the same time, but Chen Zichu has seen it, and he understands.

She can do it.

In front of her, any flaw is fatal, because she can grasp every flaw of her opponent with absolute precision.

Be her enemy, that's it.

And even if there are no flaws, she can create them.

"You ......" Just when the crowd was shocked and there was a lot of discussion, Ye Siyuan finally reacted, and the young man looked at the silk flower on the tip of his sword, unable to believe what had just happened.

With this strange form of failure, the person who is most affected is always the person concerned, and he only thinks that this woman must have played some tricks.

"You cheat, you will ......"

Ye Siyuan didn't finish his words, because the next moment he saw a white hand pluck the flower from the tip of his sword and throw it into his arms.

Ying Baoyue didn't tie her hair anymore, and the girl's black hair fluttered in the breeze.

"The first move, Ye Gongzi."

She raised her sword and patted the tip of the young man's sword with the face of the sword.

"Come again."

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