Although Dongfang Weiming suffered a dark loss, the fighting spirit in his heart was stronger.

The two of them did not stop, and the swords in their hands also killed each other mercilessly, making ruthless moves and taking the key points.

Dongfang Weiming dodged Zhuo Bufan's blow directly to the center of the eyebrows, but the scalp of the center of the eyebrows was also cut.

He immediately moved his sword back slightly, and with a turn of his hand, the sword in his hand drew a sword circle in the air, and then forward, Zhuo Bufan only saw a circle of sword circles full of sword qi coming towards him.

Zhuo Bufan did not show any panic, he was calm and composed, and a sword went straight to the center of the sword circle, so the sword qi had been concentrated by him to a point, and Dongfang Weiming's sword qi circle was broken in an instant, and Zhuo Bufan's sword tip did not stop, and continued to stab Dongfang Weiming.

As soon as the hilt of the sword in Dongfang Weiming's hand turned, his sword hilt immediately changed from holding the hilt to a reverse grip, and as soon as his hand was raised, the sword body moved, and it was already blocked in front of the tip of Zhuo Bufan's sword, and the tip of the sword collided with the sword body, making a crisp sound of gold and iron fighting.

However, before the sound could be fully spoken, they had already started the next round of competition.

Blocking this blow, Dongfang Weiming's body deviated, his hand went towards Zhuo Bufan before his body, and the sword he held behind and the tip of the sword that was also Zhuo Bufan were sparked because of the rapid friction.

The body walks with the sword, and the sword moves with the heart.

The two passed by again, this time closer, and the moment the two wiped their bodies, they could clearly and clearly see all the expressions and demeanors on each other's faces.

That's how they come face to face.

And at this moment, Dongfang Weiming's hand moved, and it was raised upward, and the sword blade that came from behind slashed directly towards Zhuo Bufan's neck.

Zhuo Bufan's upper body bent back, and the sword in his hand was also slashed horizontally in the place where the East was unknown.

Zhuo Bufan's left hand gently patted the surface of the lake when his body bent back, and the whole body began to rotate with his right foot as the center.

This move is extremely beautiful, just like a sword dance, and it is also a move in the flying sword dance swordsmanship.

If you can't dodge, you will be cut off.

But Dongfang Weiming is not easy to with, the toes lightly touch the surface of the lake, and the whole lower body is raised, like a bird, hanging straight in the air, and the whole body is also balanced, like a straight line.

Dongfang Weiming's right hand moved slightly, it had reached his chest, and his left hand was immediately raised, and his two hands held the hilt of the sword, the tip of the sword was downward, pointing directly at Zhuo Bufan, and then stabbed down fiercely.

Zhuo Bufan had already found out, and immediately stopped spinning, and the sword in his hand was also raised in front of his chest, and he also greeted it with a sword.

The swords of the two were centered on the tip of the sword, and a huge sword aura formed around them, and the air around them also made a sound from time to time, as if they had been slashed by the sword qi.

There was another crisp sound, and the tips of the two swords had collided.

First there was a stalemate for a few seconds, and then Dongfang Weiming pressed hard, and his hands pressed harder.

And Zhuo Bufan also began to sink downward.

The swords of the two were still at a stalemate.

But Zhuo Bufan was already close to the surface of the lake.

Just as Zhuo Bufan approached the surface of the lake, the surface of the lake seemed to be unable to bear the pressure and began to disperse to both sides.

And Zhuo Bufan slowly fell into the lake.

And it's getting faster and faster.

Until the speed of the lake water dispersion, it could not keep up with the speed of Zhuo Bufan's sinking, and it completely sank into the lake.

And Dongfang Weiming did not relax for a moment, and kept suppressing it fiercely.

The two of them also entered the Tianchi Lake at a very fast speed.

Their eyes were fixed on each other, even in the middle of the lake.

The water of the lake could not block their gaze, nor could they close their eyes, not even the blink of an eyelid.

The two of them were also holding their breath now.

kept sinking, as if Dongfang Weiming wanted to press Zhuo Bufan to the bottom of the lake before he was willing.

However, Zhuo Bufan's hand moved lightly in the lake water, and the lake water also changed a little bit.

But what changed even more was the sword in Zhuo Bufan's hand, and a concussive force appeared on the sword and passed upward.

Dongfang Weiming felt a strange power coming from the sword, and his hand holding the sword appeared a little sluggish.

At this hint of sluggishness, Zhuo Bufan's sword started from the tip of the sword, and began to strangle around the sword of the unknown in the east, and went up.

Dongfang did not know a vigilance, and immediately drew his sword and returned.

But Zhuo Bufan didn't stop him in the slightest, because he had a stronger back-up move.

With his sword as the center, the surrounding lake began to revolve around Zhuo Bufan.

Eventually, a huge vortex was formed.

Dongfang Weiming clearly felt the horror of this whirlpool, which contained an astonishing sword aura.

And stronger and stronger, more and more.

Just look at the surrounding lakes on the periphery, which have now turned into a small sword-shaped sword qi.

Dongfang Weiming immediately realized that it was not good.

Sure enough, his consciousness was verified, and the vortex began to come towards him.

And the speed was extremely fast, and at the same time, Dongfang Weiming clearly felt that something was locking on to him.

He knew that it was the spirit of the person opposite, no matter where he hid, this move had already locked him, and he couldn't hide it.

Since you can't hide, you can only resist.

Dongfang Weiming still held the sword with both hands, and used the strength of his whole body, and his own spirit and spirit were also concentrated to an unprecedented extent.

Towards the sword qi vortex formed by Zhuo Bufan.

At the moment of collision, Dongfang Weiming felt an extremely powerful force.

Then he was directly forced by this force to retreat all the time, and could only barely support it.

Dongfang's unclear internal organs were also shocked at the moment of collision, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, but it was immediately diluted by the surrounding lake water in the lake water until it disappeared.

On the top of Tianchi Lake, I only saw the water of the lake in the place after Zhuo Bufan and Dongfang Weiming entered.

Until there was a loud 'boom', and the lake in that place exploded.

Dongfang Weiming appeared in the air first, followed by an earth-shattering sword aura.

Dongfang Weiming got out of the lake, and immediately turned around a few times and flipped over, leaving the place, dodging Zhuo Bufan's follow-up sword qi.

And Zhuo Bufan got out of the lake, and when he saw that Dongfang Weiming was dodging and there was no one in front of him, he immediately put away his sword qi.

This trick is extremely expensive for him.

The two of them were also firmly on the surface of the lake at this time.

At this time, Dongfang Weiming was a little embarrassed, and the clothes on his body were damaged in many places.

The blood stains on the corners of his mouth reappeared in the air again.

Compared with Dongfang Weiming, Zhuo Bufan is much more chic, although he is still a little embarrassed.

Both of them were wet, and with their skills, it was easy to force out this bit of moisture.

But neither of them had the slightest intention of wasting their energy on this.

The two did not strike immediately at this time, but confronted each other.

Looking at Zhuo Bufan, Dongfang Weiming spoke for the first time and said, "Good swordsmanship!" ”

& Not lazy! ”

Dongfang Weiming's expression was solemn, and he said: "Dongfang Weiming, Weiming swordsmanship!" ”

Zhuo Bufan also had a solemn face, and replied: "Zhuo Bufan, Flying Sword Dance Swordsmanship!" ”

& This opponent has no regrets in this life! In fact, the old man had already lost just now, but the old man pursued the extreme realm of kendo all his life, even if he died, he would not hesitate to offend. ”

Hearing Dongfang Weiming's words, Zhuo Bufan knew that this competition would continue, and this Shura Sword King's thirst for swordsmanship was also extremely strong, even if he knew that the next battle with Zhuo Bufan would most likely end in death.

This is a pure swordsman, there is nothing other than the sword, and for this Shura Sword King, Zhuo Bufan is also in admiration at this time.

Zhuo Bufan's answer was just a sword salute.

Although Zhuo Bufan didn't say it, Dongfang Weiming already knew that Zhuo Bufan had already answered.

&Haha! The old man has no regrets in this life, no regrets in this life! Next, the old man will perform a secret technique, which is extraordinary, and can temporarily improve his skills, Xiaoyou be careful! ”

Zhuo Bufan also looked dignified when he heard this, and it was not so simple to let Dongfang Weiming take the initiative to perform and propose the secret technique, and it seemed that it would be a bitter battle next.