The wind was cold.

Zhao Futu carried the light skill of 'flying on the grass' to keep up quickly, and the speed of the two of them when they left was extremely fast, especially Yan Chixia, who seemed to be flying. Zhao Futu followed him out for a mile, but found that he couldn't keep up. His 'flying on the grass' light skill level is not enough, and he has not even reached the level of perfection, although his true qi can keep up with the consumption, but he is slightly deficient in explosiveness.

"Looks like I'm going to have to improve my light skill level when I go back." Zhao Futu saw that the figures of the two were getting farther and farther away, and he was quite unwilling to say in his heart.

After Yan Chixia and Xiahou Swordsman left the town, they didn't stop long, but still went towards the mountains and mountains over there, and the gathering place of human beings in this era is the mountains, rivers and forests, if Zhao Futu is lost, it will be a little difficult to find them again. But fortunately, the light skills of the Xiahou swordsman are not very clever, and Yan Chixia obviously has not done it with all his strength.

At this time, Zhao Futu was also a little puzzled.

That Xiahou swordsman is not as good as Yan Chixia in light skills, and his internal strength is not as good as Yan Chixia, and even the sword in his hand is not as good as Yan Chixia's imitation of Xuanyuan sword, but why does this guy still have to compete with him again and again? To tell the truth, Zhao Futu didn't need to look at the result of this battle to know, although this Xiahou swordsman was also very good, he couldn't be Yan Chixia's opponent no matter what!

Could it be that he is looking for abuse?

So.

Zhao Futu followed the two of them and galloped out for more than ten miles, and finally the two people in front of them slowed down.

"Yan Chixia!"

Xiahou swordsman stood solemnly on a boulder, looking at Yan Chixia not far away. He said in a deep voice: "Let's take out the sword!" ”

Yan Chixia turned her back to Xiahou Swordsman and looked up at the endless starry sky, as if she didn't take this competition in her eyes at all, but said slowly: "Brother Xiahou." You've chased me for six years, we've been fighting for six years, and you've lost for six years! ”

"Are you still obsessed?"

Xiahou Swordsman's face was iron-blue, as black as the bottom of a pot, he showed a trace of shame and indignation, and said hatefully: "Don't talk nonsense! Hurry up and draw your sword! ”

"That's good! Since you want to compete, then I will let you lose convincingly! Yan Chixia suddenly laughed, and pulled out the imitation of the Xuanyuan Sword in her hand with a 'sonorous' sound. Then he pounced, and the two were still three feet away, and he was already swinging a sword!

- "Sword Qi!" ”

Xiahou Swordsman's pupils contracted suddenly, and he was quite surprised in his heart.

He stooped and soared into the air. Then a sword swung out in the air, and when he flew up, the rock standing under him had already been marked by the invisible sword qi. Xiahou swordsman came to look for Yan Chixia to compete this time, because he also realized the trick of sword qi, but he didn't expect Yan Chixia to go faster than him. The martial arts are already more powerful than the last time.

The power of the sword qi is great, but the speed of the attack is not fast, because it will take a while for the meridians to run the true qi and then urge it to be sent out for the sword qi. This time may be short, but for a martial arts master like them, it is enough to easily dodge.

Xiahou swordsman drew his sword and stepped forward. The sharp sword in his hand turned into an endless cold light, and the sound of the clanging iron was endless.

This Xiahou swordsman took the path of a fast sword. The move was like a raging storm, and he had no reservations when he swung his sword, and even had the intention of defeating Yan Chixia with a breath. But Yan Chixia's expression didn't care, it was completely a defensive posture, he only defended but did not attack, and he took the opponent's continuous attack with one sword after another, no matter how fast the opponent's swordsmanship was, he could block it just right!

Zhao Futu looked at it from a distance, felt something in his heart, and said to himself: "Could it be that this is the realm of great ingenuity and heavy swords?" ”

He could see that the sword in Yan Chixia's hand was also very fast.

But Yan Chixia did not fight the opponent with a fast sword, but fought slowly and quickly, and completely mastered the law of the Xiahou swordsman's sword.

It's no wonder that both of them have been fighting for six years.

A master like Yan Chixia, if he can't grasp the law of the opponent's sword moves at this time, then he is too weak.

The two fought each other for a quarter of an hour, and Yan Chixia was only on the defensive from beginning to end, and did not attack once with her sword.

The Xiahou swordsman was already impetuous, and even the consumption of internal strength was a little unable to keep up, and finally his sword accuracy was getting worse and worse, and the sword moves were already fast and inaccurate, the strength was insufficient, and the momentum was getting weaker and weaker.

There is a cloud in the art of war: "One blow, then decline, three and exhaustion!"

………………

That Xiahou swordsman has fought so far, which is equivalent to losing.

He was suppressed by Yan Chixia from beginning to end, whether it was moves, martial arts, or psychological tactics, he was not Yan Chixia's opponent at all. A person like him is impetuous, and if he is not able to form a suppression at the beginning, he will inevitably be powerless. At this time, he was already a little powerless. Finally, when he swung out a sword, Zhao Futu found that his true qi could not keep up with the consumption, and his mind was also a little impetuous.

"This is the time!" Zhao Futu said secretly in his heart.

Really!

That Yan Chixia seized this opportunity, and with just a swing of the sword, it had already split the sword in the hand of the Xiahou swordsman, leaving a bloody mark on his shoulder.

This is still Yan Chixia's mercy, if he insists on killing the other party, this sword may already pierce the other party's heart.

Yan Chixia put away her sword and returned it to the sheath, and said slowly: "Brother Xiahou, you lost!" ”

Xiahou Swordsman's face was ashen, full of gloomy expression, he glared at the other party hatefully, lifted up and left, and said coldly: "Yan Chixia, don't be complacent!" ”

"I'll be back!"

With that, his figure had quickly disappeared.

When Yan Chixia heard this, she shook her head helplessly, and said to herself: "It's not fun, it's gone!" ”

"You have always practiced swords without knowing the way of swords, and you will never be my opponent for the rest of your life! I just hope you can understand what true kendo is! That's when I was really qualified to fight. ”

Yan Chixia turned to look into the distance and said in a loud voice: "Friends over there, come out too." ”

"Are you also here to compete with Yan?"

Zhao Futu took up his light skills and came to the hillside, clasped his fists at the bearded man in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Yan Daxia!" It's not ...... under it"

"Shut up! There is no Yan Daxia here, only Yan Chixia! Yan Chixia waved her hand a little displeased and said, "If you don't ask me to compete with the sword, leave quickly." ”

"Tonight, it's not peaceful here!"

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