On the battlefield on the other side.

Stanford wields a white sword and a giant blade, Amad, as he battles the swordsmen.

Both of them are sword heroes, and the fighting style of sword heroes is to use the sword as a medium, condense their own perception and kendo, and quickly kill their opponents.

In terms of strength, the giant blade Ahmad had a big advantage, and after the two knives collided, Stanford's arm holding the knife began to tremble.

Stamford is a Navy with rich combat experience, and after several battles, he realized the problem and began to think about how to deal with the enemy.

"Since strength is not an opponent, then it is better to win with speed!"

"Shaving"

Stanford abruptly disappeared from Ahmad's view.

The next moment, a snow-white blade appeared next to Ahmad's neck.

"Nani?" Ahmad hurriedly collected his defense.

"Ding."

There was a crisp sound from the blades facing each other.

The sudden attack sent Ahmad two steps back.

Stanford immediately lunged at Ahmad with a knife, and then slashed Ahmad in the head.

Ahmad hurriedly fought back.

"Ding"

The giant blade and the white knife slashed together again.

Stanford's speed made Amad secretly wary, although his strength was stronger than Stanford's, his speed was not as fast as Ahmad.

"Zheng."

Stanford and Ahmad fought again, and both sides slashed with powerful sword energy.

At one point, the two staggered by.

He just stood like that, and no one spoke.

Stanford glanced at the navy coat, well, the navy coat was almost cut into two pieces by the sword qi, if it was cut a little deeper, it is estimated that even Stanford himself would be hit hard!

Ahmad also turned around and gently stroked his cheek, which was marked by a bleeding knife mark.

"I seem to have felt this sharp sword intent somewhere, oh? You should be a disciple of the old boy of Kenkong! This sword intent is almost identical. Ahmad asked solemnly, shaking the giant blade back.

Hearing the other party mention the Sword Sky General, Stanford's face flashed with respect.

"Yes, the Sword Sky General does have the grace to teach me!" Stanford said solemnly.

"I didn't expect you to be really his disciple, not bad!" Ahmad opened his mouth wide and laughed: "From that sword just now, I, Ahmad, have approved of you!" ”

"The name of this knife is Qianqi, the blade is four feet eight inches long, and one foot five inches wide! Although it is not a big fast knife, its sharpness is not inferior to that of a famous knife! ”

Stanford solemnly put the white blade across his chest and said: "This knife is called Crushed Snow, three feet four inches long and two inches wide, one of the twenty-one works of a good and fast knife!" ”

……

The battlefield was filled with screams and roars, but this had no effect on the current battle between Stanford and Ahmad.

Stanford's eyes froze, and the white blade in his hand was instantly surrounded by an armed color domineering, and the black sword body was matched with a strange pattern, making this knife look extremely beautiful.

"Next, it's the main thing." Stanford threw the scabbard straddling his waist into the distance.

Of course, there is nothing surprising about Ahmad, if he has not learned the color of arms as a vice admiral, it is a joke!

The giant blade in his hand was also covered by the domineering aura of the armed color.

"Rubbing !!!"

"Lao Tzu hates the little family's thin knife the most!"

The giant blade tore through the air, flashing with pitch-black colors, and slashed towards Stanford!

Stanford stared silently at the blade that Ahmad had slashed.

The snow in his hand slammed forward.

"Dingdingding!!!!!!ding"

A series of crisp chirps rang out, like the sound of a bell!

The snow in Stanford's right hand was unstoppably sharp, like lightning, attacking densely and quickly.

Ahmad lifted his weight lightly, easily swinging away all the blades that were slashing at him.

The knife in Stanford's right hand swung out again.

"Sky Slash!!"

The sharp blade wrapped around the powerful weapon-colored domineering, and pointed directly at Ahmad's head.

"Not bad, boy, Storm Broken Wings!" Ahmad raised his giant blade and slashed at the snow with unstoppable force.

"Bell !!"

A powerful sword aura erupted from between the two, and countless sword marks instantly appeared on the deck, and the seeping sword qi flew towards the sea. At this moment, the sea seemed to be cut in half.

"Sneer!!"

Stanford jerked his head back, and there was already a deep wound in his abdomen.

Ahmad smiled, stepped on his feet, and rushed to Stanford again, "Although your strength is passable, you are by no means my opponent!" ”

"Poof!!"

Bright red blood splattered in the air, and Stanford's left arm was scratched by the sword aura generated by the giant blade.

"Hee-haha-ha-ha!!"

Ahmad did not continue to attack, but carried the giant blade on his shoulder: "It's amazing, for your age, you're really strong!" ”

This sentence seems to be a compliment from the seniors to the juniors, this guy Ahmad has always thought that he is a figure of the same generation as the general of the sword sky, but today, he can't even take the other party's disciples, on the whole, although Amad has the advantage, if you think about it carefully, you can also fight back and forth.

"Are you provoking me? Bastard! Stanford shouted angrily.

Ahmad said disapprehantly, "I've always been dissatisfied with that old boy in Jiankong, why is he considered the world's top level swordsman and I'm just a second-rate commodity!" ”

Ahmad continued, "But today I seem to understand, he is indeed much stronger than me, even if his disciple already has the strength to confront me head-on!" ”

Stanford sneered: "My teacher is the No. 1 swordsman in the navy, and he will become the world's No. 1 swordsman in the future, how can it be that you can be compared with this kind of goods!" ”

"You little ghost, I really can't bear it anymore, listen to the little ghost, even if I am not his opponent, but the world's number one swordsman will never be able to take his turn." Ahmad shouted sharply: "The world's number one swordsman cannot be a lackey who surrenders to the world government!" ”

Stanford smiled coldly: "Yes, it's also not for you, Cross's lackey, to get involved!" ”

With that, Stanford slashed at Ahmad's chest from a tricky angle.

"Sharp-toothed boy, let me send you to heaven!" Ahmad blocked the sword with some chagrin.

After fighting once, the two jumped to both sides.

Stanford gripped the snow hard in his right hand and stared intently at Ahmad, as if looking for the weakness of the other party.

The same is true of Ahmad, not far from him.

At this time, if there is a senior swordsman present, it can be seen that ~~ these two people are going to prepare to decide the winner with one blow!

The sea breeze blew between the two, and the killing intent condensed in the air.

Stanford remembered what his teacher had said: "Believe in your own kendo, there is nothing in this world that keeps chopping!" ”

Stanford's murderous glasses slowly closed.

At this moment, Stanford, standing in place, has entered a wonderful realm!

It feels like it's not a person standing here, but a sword.

At one point, Stanford opened his eyes.

"Sorry for the sky!"

Stanford slashed at Ahmad with his sword in both hands.

This sharp sword seems to be able to cut through heaven and earth!

Ahmad's face was full of solemnity, and he threw the giant blade into the air.

Just as the sword was about to strike, Ahmad jumped into the air, grasped the giant blade in both hands, and slashed downward.

"Break the waves!"

A crescent-shaped sword aura collided with the sword slash from Stanford.

It's not as drastic as everyone thinks.

In the end, when the ultimate move was contested, there was no shocking scene.

After the two sword qi collided, they were annihilated in the air at the same time, and not even a trace of sword wind was generated.

Time seemed to stand still, and Stanford maintained a sword-swinging stance, as did Ahmad.

"Ding~"

The giant blade in Ahmad's hand snapped in half, and a deep scar appeared on his chest! Blood gushed out from the scars.

Ahmad knelt on the deck and glanced up at Stanford with a bitter expression on his face.

On the other side, Stanford's gaze was a little erratic, looking at the broken giant blade in Ahmad's hand, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then a large amount of blood spurted from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, and a knife mark appeared on his body that could almost split him in half.

With a final smile, Stanford lay on the deck, not knowing whether he was alive or dead!

The crushed snow in his hands was also stuck in the ground.

In this battle, Stanford lost, and he also won!