Zhu Luan once thought about what it would be like when he really fought.

But she never imagined that the way he fought would be like this.

No suppression, no bursting, no thunder.

The blade of the brilliant and unparalleled famous sword, when it touches the blade of the long knife, it is closed with a touch.

It's not Cui Yan who collects the sword.

Instead, it was bounced off.

The second sword.

Bounce off again.

Song Huaizhu stood in place, holding the knife with one hand, and the blade of Cui Yan's knife collided.

It should have been such an ordinary picture, but everyone was speechless.

Because.

No sound.

Like the stroke of limbs in the deep sea, when Song Huaizhu waved the long knife in his hand steadily, Zhu Luan couldn't hear anything except the sound of the water.

On the high platform, there is no water, but Zhu Luan seems to be in the deep sea at this time, watching him perform water-like skills.

It makes it difficult to breathe, almost suffocating.

Yes, just suffocation.

No one expected this battle to turn out like this.

It seems that Cui Yan and Song Huaizhu are fighting back and forth, one sword and one sword, but in fact it is not the same thing at all.

At the moment when Song Huaizhu moved the knife, Cui Yan fell into his encirclement.

It was not only Cui Yan's true yuan who was surrounded, but also his swordsmanship.

What happened on the high platform at this time was very simple in the eyes of high-level cultivators, and the higher the realm, the clearer they could see.

At this time, there was an offensive and defensive battle going on on the high platform.

It was Cui Yan who attacked. It was Song Huaizhu who prevented him from attacking.

Cui Yan took out his sword, and Song Huaizhu raised his sword and flicked back, such a process went back and forth without stopping. Cui Yan's sword became brighter and brighter, and the sword moves in his hand became more and more dazzling, but as time passed, even the most ordinary people found out that something was wrong.

Cui Yan's movements were intense, and his breath was violent, but the profound swordsmanship and turbulent aura in his hands seemed to be encased in a hood, and no matter how much he moved, he could only push the blister-like cover out of a bulge, but he couldn't break through.

And all the voices were drowned out by such deep water, leaving everyone at a loss.

"Why is there no sound ......?"

"Did Song Gongzi not move?"

No, he moved.

But it didn't seem to move.

Song Huaizhu's footsteps changed, he held the sword to block, and in the eyes of high-level cultivators, he received forty-seven swords in a very short time.

But in the eyes of the ordinary people around him, his movements were like delayed light and shadow, motionless.

Like a spinning top at high speed, quiet, high-speed, without any flaws.

Although it seems that his figure does not seem to shake at all, it condenses all the power in the center.

He moved quietly, everything as if it had been calculated.

And anyone who tries to invade this center will be bounced out the moment they touch it.

Everything.

There are no exceptions.

The rolling water poured into Zhu Luan's seven orifices in all directions, making her breathless, as if she was at the bottom of the sea.

At this moment, there is not a drop of water on this high platform, but it has been submerged.

This is no longer the martial arts platform of Tiance Academy.

It belongs to Song Huaizhu.

The world of extreme stability.

Or it would be more correct to call it a domain.

"What kind of sword technique is this...... Liang Ziliang's face turned pale, as the most talented prodigy in martial arts, his body felt the horror of the matter before his consciousness.

"This is not a knife technique...... Duan Lizheng took a deep breath, trying in vain to get rid of this viscous watery air, and the look in his eyes was as if he didn't know this man.

"It's pure technology."

Zhu Luan held her breath and closed her eyes so that she could clearly feel the qi flowing like water.

Using the high control of Zhenyuan and the all-round reaction speed and accuracy, an invulnerable trap was formed against the long sword in Cui Yan's hand.

This is what Song Huaizhu did at the moment when he drew his knife.

Duan Lizheng also held his breath.

Fast and accurate in all directions.

Nice coping, delicate traps.

He'd seen it before.

It's a lot like.

Where is this feeling......

Duan Lizheng Huo Ran looked at the girl beside him!

On her other side, Duan Lizheng's gaze and Nian Huazang's gaze met.

The two teenagers found the same light in their eyes.

They've seen this kind of blocking and controlling the whole game before.

But I haven't seen it either.

Duan Lizheng felt the cold touch as if he was under the water, and he also closed his eyes.

All the same, not the same.

The temperature is not the same, and the realm is not the same.

The world created by Song Huaizhu is too stable.

If the girl in Huizhou back then was a lonely fighter with insufficient confidence, then Song Huaizhu at this moment is the ultimate perfection of stillness.

This man, this man standing on the field with a knife.

The heart is like water, calm and self-controlled, and easy to swim like the sea.

Compared with Cui Yan, who was oozing cold sweat from the corners of his forehead and his breath was becoming more and more disordered, Song Huaizhu's calmness became more and more terrifying.

Whether Duan Lizheng was in the middle of the year, it was the first time they had seen a cultivator who had not been in the slightest disturbance in such a fierce battle.

Zhu Luan is not the first time, but it is the first time in this life.

And because of those past experiences, she was able to see more.

For example, she is able to see, repeat.

Yes, repeat.

It turned out that this was the reason why the master asked the disciples of the Sword Pavilion other than Ruan Qing and him to abandon the battle when they met this person.

Looking forward to this battle, it was not only Da Zhou Juzi who was looking forward to this battle, but among the disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion not far away, Mo Han watched the man on the high platform clench the scabbard in his hand.

He saw something familiar in Song Huaizhu's knife technique.

In what seemed to be a move, what he saw was thousands of repetitions.

Only at least 10,000 repetitions can be accurate in that man's hands.

This is not a genius swordsmanship, but it is an even more terrifying trait.

But compared to this man's bottomless strength and means, what made Mo Han feel even more chilled was something else.

"How long is this going to be?"

"Even if you don't hit all the time, no one wins?"

That's right, although Song Huaizhu perfectly bounced off all of Cui Yan's attacks, in the battle, he couldn't win only defending.

And the attack is the part that tests the true ability of the practitioner.

"This person probably doesn't know how to attack at all, and he doesn't know how to use a knife......

I don't know how to use a knife......

Knife ......

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Song Huaizhu blocked the three hundred and eighty sword moves, and then Cui Yan closed the momentum and turned from attack to defense, intending to defend the true yuan and strictly defend it.

And Song Huaizhu took a step forward.

Mo Han's eyes were surging and it was difficult to speak.

What was he really afraid of......

It was the man's calm and selfless attitude.

"You have to remember that whether you swing a sword or a sword, you must not hold it too tightly."

A clear voice sounded in Song Huaizhu's ears, and he held the knife and moved forward quietly.

"When swinging the knife, your fingers are relaxed, and your wrists are forced, and you have to focus on your target," the voice was as calm as water, reassuring, and whispered in his ear.

"Don't panic, swing quietly."

Song Huaizhu waved his knife.

Silently cut everything off.

The air was torn apart, pouring in, and at this very moment, screams rang out from the crowd.

"Mercy Knife!"

"Fanyin Temple!