Sword skills should have belonged to one of the fighting skills, but because the main soldier fighters have condensed their battle spirits because of the big sword, the various sword skills are separated from the fighting skills, and the people on the entire Divine Apocalypse Continent, whether they are fighters, martial artists, or ordinary people, are born with a big sword complex.

It is this kind of complex that makes sword skills born from fighting skills but obviously more happy than fighting skills, and the sword is a weapon that is respected by people on the mainland as a representative of courage, holding a sword is a brave man, and there are many fighters who are not swordsmen who are still obsessed with the cultivation of sword skills, the most obvious example of which is the night without death.

"Didn't I hear it wrong?, he wants to be cheaper than Ling Feng?" Ma Sanshi puffed out his cheeks, perhaps because he was too surprised, the pronunciation of the last word was not accurate, Situ Qingyang immediately floated over with a big white eye, "You are cheap, he wants to compare swords." "Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue. Ma San immediately felt several murderous eyes staring at him beside him, and hurriedly explained with a bitter face.

"Competing with Ling Feng for a sword, is his brain pumping?" The students of Class B are now the firm Ling Feng Party, after the Houshan incident, the cohesion of Class B has reached an unprecedented height, and now only they are the ones who support Ling Feng indiscriminately, and Ling Feng is good at using swords, which is known to every student in Class B, so they ridiculed Ling Feng with disdain.

Compared with others, Situ Qingyang thought more, Ling Feng's sword was indeed fast, but it was just fast, he didn't have any gorgeous moves at all, but now Duolong's move is a move, and if he can't use the power of fighting, how much faster can Ling Feng's sword be than others? Situ Qingyang expressed his worries, but Ma San touched the back of his head, and said with a big grin: "What's there to be afraid of, as long as he shouts that the desert is lonely, that kid will lie down directly." ”

"Doron openly competed with Ling Feng in front of so many people, he must have something to hold. Situ Qingyang directly ignored Ma San, Ling Feng's sword skill was a stunt, if it could be used without the strength of the fight, why did Ling Feng save it until he was desperate?

"Yaoyao, what do you think?" Situ Qingyang shook Li Yao beside him, but found that Li Yao's eyes were glaring, and the whole person was no different from seeing a ghost, "Yaoyao, what's wrong with you?" Situ Qingyang hurriedly asked, and it took a while for Li Yao to come back to her senses, and before she could answer Situ Qingyang's question, the competition on the high platform had already begun.

"My sword is called Zhongwu, it weighs seventy-three pounds, is five feet four long, six inches wide, has two blades, and sharpens iron like clay. Duo Long took out a huge iron box from his space ring, and after the box was opened, it was a snow-white sword, the sword body was not shiny, there were no ornaments, and the hilt of the sword was also ordinary wrapped with several layers of cloth, but many knowledgeable people on the high platform were keenly aware of a striking willow leaf mark on the iron box.

Ai Xiaoqing's heart was shocked, there is only one type of person in the world who can decorate the sword scabbard with willow leaves, that is, Liu Bai and his apprentice, this red-haired boy who doesn't look special, turned out to be Liu Bai's apprentice, Ai Xiaoqing couldn't help frowning, if you want to talk about cultivation strength in the world, Liu Bai is only afraid that he can't be counted as the first, but if you want to make a sword, it is impossible to find someone stronger than Liu Bai in the entire continent.

The apprentice taught by Liu Bai is naturally the strongest person on the continent to make swords, this is a basic common sense, so Ai Xiaoqing is very worried about Ling Feng, and the corners of Li Zongguang's eyes also shrank slightly, he didn't expect that this student who jumped out casually turned out to be Liu Bai's apprentice.

The apprentice of the Sword Saint still came to the Imperial Academy, all those who understood the mark of the willow leaf had the same question, the sword box represented an invincible figure, and the sword itself was also a good object, Situ Qingyang frowned, and said in a low voice: "This Zhongwu is a holy weapon. ”

"Even if it's an egg, what Ling Feng has in his hand is an artifact. Ma III said disapprerovingly, he already knew the origin of the Wind Sword, the main artifact of the Wind Temple, if it was a weapon, Zhongwu would not be able to take advantage of it, but Ling Feng always seemed to surprise them, because he pulled out the imitation Seven Star Sword from his waist.

The three-foot-long and two-finger-wide seven-star sword is quite elegant, and it is quite harmonious in Ling Feng's hand, but if you want to compare it with the mainstream big sword on the Divine Apocalypse Continent, this seven-star sword is a little funny, Duo Long raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a slight smile: "You just compare this sword with me?"

The big sword in Duolong's hand is like a giant, Ling Feng's slender seven-star sword, I am afraid that it will be broken if I touch it, and many people in the audience are booing, Ling Feng is looking for loss or something, "The sword is in the heart, not in the form." The light tone and concise six words made many generals think deeply, such philosophical words came out of the mouth of a sixteen-year-old child, which is really rare.

Duolong's expression changed slightly, and he lifted the big sword forward with one hand, only to hear the sound of "dang", the heavy big sword slammed on the stone platform, and immediately a trace that was more than an inch deep appeared in front of everyone, "Ling Feng, I have a big sword here, if you don't dislike it, use it!" A red-armored general with a big sword on his back stood up, he was in his early twenties and was a young man, and his body was full of domineering, this person Ling Feng was also familiar with it, Ge Qing, the commander of the royal guards.

The officials of the Raya Empire breathed a sigh of relief, Ling Feng took the tattered thing that was no different from the girl's sword to fight and had no chance of winning at all, everyone thought that he had no sword to use, Ge Qing's appearance made up for this vacancy, and the big sword behind him was also a holy weapon, and it was also a sword with a name.

Regardless of the result of the real competition, this hardware must first be at a level, Duo Long was extremely generous and signaled that Ling Feng could change his sword, but Ling Feng slowly shook his head, which made many people not understand, Ma San in the audience couldn't wait to rush forward to pry Ling Feng's head, if he lost, he would have one less noble friend, and everything he had planned before would be in vain.

"I said you two aren't in a hurry?" Ma San turned his head and glanced at the little fox and the killing wolf, one of them was standing and dozing off with his eyes squinted, and the other was bored, how to look at it, how to get angry, "What is there to be careful, my young master will clean him up in one round." The little fox opened her eyes, and was very dissatisfied that Ma III interrupted her nap.

"Oh. Ma San's heart suddenly felt relieved, "Please." This kind of head-on challenge has to carry out a series of formal opening etiquette, Duo Long holds the sword in both hands, the tip of the sword rests on the ground, this is a relatively common move in the big sword starting style, nothing special, but it is very labor-saving, Ling Feng is holding the sword with one hand, and then standing tall, suddenly, his whole person's momentum changed.

Many people's eyes are slightly flowered, as if they saw a sharp sword soaring to the sky, rubbed their eyes and then turned into a sword-wielding Ling Feng, no shortcomings, perfect starting style, no flaws at all, Duo Long bit his lip, although he only studied with Liu Bai for a period of time, but he heard Liu Bai say that there is no perfect starting style in this world, and any move will have flaws.

So after Ling Feng said "please", he couldn't wait to rush out, the big sword was raised high, and after running a few steps, it fell again, and then passed forward, and a magical thing appeared, Duolong, who was originally separated from Ling Feng by fifty steps, actually rushed forward more than thirty steps out of thin air after these three simple movements, and there was no trace of fighting power in the whole process.

"Okay!" There are many people who love big swords, and there are many people who know swords, and Duolong's sword won him applause, with the help of the sudden increase in speed, the big sword in Duolong's hand swept out with a "bang", and the tip of the sword "whew" swept away a piece of wind, and then the big sword flew out.

Many people in the audience widened their eyes, completely fascinated by the sword skills displayed by Duolong, the big sword of more than seventy catties is not light, after he threw the big sword out, he rushed forward on the ground, his body crossed the big sword, and then the palm of his hand clenched, and the big sword that rotated in a circle fell steadily into his hand, at the same time, the big sword "whew" was cut off on the head, and Duolong came to Ling Feng without any pause, and at this time only a few seconds passed.

Without any fighting power, he swept fifty steps in a few seconds with his own speed and sword moves, which was a very terrifying thing, and then showed the extraordinary sword skills in Duolong's hand, the big sword falling from the sky was like a falling guillotine, the cold blade flashed with a swishing cold light, and Ling Feng was still standing quietly.

"Something's going to happen. Ge Qing's face was very ugly, not only because Ling Feng refused his gift of sword, but also because Ling Feng had no way to retreat at this time, this sword was slashed, even if he didn't have any fighting power, he could be said to be killed.

There were many people who were as worried as Ge Qing, but at this time, the seven-star sword that was extremely small in comparison suddenly moved, and the slender sword body instantly turned into more than a dozen sword shadows under the swing of Ling Feng's wrist, and then these sword shadows all faced the big sword that fell from the sky, "Dangdangdang" A series of metal collision sounds, as if someone was knocking on a copper cymbal, and then the big sword jumped and jumped again and again, until it completely jumped out of Ling Feng's head and leaned back.

Duo Long's body was wrong, he was almost brought down by his own big sword, although Zhongwu gave him sharpness, but also brought heaviness to him, a sword that weighed half of his own, he wanted to play light and was basically joking, and what made Ge Qing unbelievable was that the thin sword slashed Zhongwu more than a dozen times in a row, and there was not a single gap, and he obviously noticed that the sword in Ling Feng's hand was just an ordinary elite soldier, what was the reason for this?

Before he could think clearly, the sword in Ling Feng's hand waved again, and now everyone saw what it meant to be called a sword and a dragon dance, flowing smoothly, ten moves in a row, Ling Feng stabbed Duo Long more than fifty times in total, the black robe was like a beggar in the second or third layer, wisps, all kinds of holes, as for Zhongwu, he had already been picked up and flew out when Ling Feng made a move, Duo Long was stunned and felt the coolness on his body, and stared at him like a ghost, he only saw countless sword shadows waving in front of his eyes, the sword move was so exquisite that he couldn't make any counterattack, and he even forgot which move he was going to use。

Silence again, the same silence, but this time the silence was everyone's silence about Ling Feng's strength, the first-year freshmen finally realized that the person they were jealous of really had the ability to make them jealous, and it was the kind of ability that could not be surpassed, the smile on Li Zongguang's face began to spread, and soon, the smile turned into a hearty laugh.

Among the smiling adults, Ai Xiaoqing's expression was extremely special, it was a combination of shock and disbelief, Ling Feng made this set of sword skills actually the famous stunt of an old friend of his, that person was called the Pillar of the Wind thirty years ago, and he was the youngest dragon fighter in the history of Raya!