Qingfeng didn't think about taking the initiative to attack, once he made a move, the other party was afraid that he wouldn't even be able to catch a move. She was waiting for the other party to show off his most exquisite mastery and convince him to lose. Only in this way can everyone in the city be intimidated, which is also what Lu Suifeng meant.

The old man finally climbed his momentum to the peak and slashed his sword again. This sword seems to be different from the previous one, it seems to be very slow, but in fact it is better than the previous one. The human sword is one, and only a trace of cold light can be seen visually. In an instant, a flash of light had rushed to Qingfeng's chest like lightning, this time closer than the last time, almost only three inches away.

Boom!

Hearing another soft sound, Qingfeng's sword was unsheathed again, and a cold star appeared in front of the old man's eyes again, and the speed seemed to be faster than his sword.

The old man seemed to have been prepared this time, and did not withdraw his sword and retreated, the sword blade in his hand trembled, and suddenly burst out hundreds of sword lights, each sword light contained a powerful Xuanyuan power, it was not a false move, and the sharp edge of the Dao was enough to kill people.

In people's sight, there seemed to be hundreds of hands holding swords dancing at the same time, because the speed of the sword was so fast, so fast that it was impossible to distinguish the order before and after, as if it was stabbed at the same time.

The old man's sword was indeed fast, but Qingfeng's sword seemed to be faster, at least twice as fast as the opponent's sword, and hundreds of cyan wind blades were born in the void in an instant, each of which exuded a green luster, and the latter first greeted the hundred sword lights emitted by the old man.

Hundreds of sharp and piercing crashes came from the air, and from time to time there was a series of explosions and roars of Xuanyuan Force collisions.

In the blink of an eye, the sword light and the wind blade in the sky shattered and collapsed at the same time, leaving only a trace of cyan streamer flying straight towards the old man's throat. Retreat, only retreat, and fly back again in a hurry!

The cyan wind blade is like a ghost seeking his life, always keeping a distance of one foot from the old man who is constantly flying away, and chasing after him like a life-seeking ghost. The old man wanted to pull up in the air several times, but he still couldn't get rid of this terrible wind blade that chased souls and killed him.

This is the only way to get out of the danger at the moment, although it is better to lose your identity than to have your throat cut and blood splattered on the spot.

The so-called dignity, honor, and face, all seem insignificant at this moment, and life is gone, what is the use of those things. The old man didn't even frown at this time, and resolutely rolled on the spot.

Everyone gasped almost at the same time when they saw this, and they all exclaimed, which was also a shame!

The cyan wind blade suddenly disappeared, and the old man also stood up with a carp at this time, turned over and jumped up. Covered in dust, dusty, and extremely embarrassed.

Qingfeng still stood quietly, a pair of phoenix eyes Qinghui looked at each other shiningly, there was no sarcasm, contempt and ridicule in her eyes, in her cognition, there is no essential difference between escaping into the void and rolling on the spot, as long as you can avoid the catastrophe, it is a high move. As for what kind of posture appears, it doesn't matter at all, is it so ridiculous?

After the old man dusted off the dust on his body, Qingfeng said leisurely: "Old man, you seem to have lost another move, do you want to continue?"

"Your sword is indeed fast, but the old man's attainments in kendo are not the only ones. My sword is a hegemonic sword, and the overlord looks at the world and swallows mountains and rivers. As the old man spoke, a domineering aura suddenly rose. The eyes opened and closed, and a substantial-like light shot at the other party domineeringly, if it was an ordinary person, this glance would make it collapse on the spot.

Qingfeng hooked the corners of his mouth unconsciously, and said jokingly: "The momentum is majestic, and ordinary people are only afraid of fighting before they fight." It's just that in Ben Feng'er's eyes, it's just a bluff. ”

"Hmph!" the old man snorted angrily, strode out, stepped down, the long sword in his hand slashed into the void, the space was distorted, the domineering energy made a rolling thunderous sound, the wind roared, and the heavens and the earth changed color.

"This sword is really extraordinary, such an earth-shattering majesty, people must be torn apart in it. ”

"Yes, it's been a long time since I've seen such a domineering kendo for so many years, but today it's an eye-opener. ”

"I heard that this Yuan Ge hasn't used a sword for decades, because no one can make him use a sword yet. ”

All the spectators in the hall were intimidated by this domineering momentum that looked down on the world, and they were moved, sweeping away the frustration of the right talent.

The domineering sword slashed out by this old man, the speed was not fast, but it contained a heavy mountain-like might, splitting the spatial airflow and slashing down towards Qingfeng, the powerful and heavy sword qi made people feel suffocated, like a huge rock pressing the top.

Qingfeng's sword was also unsheathed again at the same time, swinging a sword towards the sword momentum that was slashing wildly, and it was light and floating. There was no strong sword qi, but it silently penetrated the opponent's thick and domineering sword qi, and hit the tip of the sword that the old man slashed down with great precision. Mars are scattered.

The old man suddenly felt a tingling in his arm, only to feel a soft force pouring into his arm along the sword body. Shocked in his heart, the sword momentum paused slightly, and Qingfeng's sword took advantage of the situation to stab in a fluttering manner, without any line track, very casually. The tip of the sword kept trembling, flickering left and right, and it was impossible to predict where his sword would stab the next moment.

In a hurry, the old man relied on his intuition to pick up the sword, and the two swords collided, and the thick sword qi collapsed into Qingfeng's thin sword. With joy in his heart, he was about to launch a counterattack, when a cold light appeared in front of his eyes again, the same floating, and the vital parts of his body seemed to be within his attack range.

This phoenix's sword seems to be swayed at random, without any rules, stabbing a sword in the east and a sword in the west at will, suddenly picking up and slashing down. It was impossible to predict which part of his body his sword would be directed at the next moment.

Each sword floated eerily and strangely, and the trembling blades often stabbed out from incredible angles. For him, it seems that there is no blind spot at all. This is a supreme realm of swordsmanship, without moves and styles, but it contains all sword styles in the world. The intention is to move the sword first, and the intention is to move the sword. Every sword made the man creepy, cold sweat broke out, and he jumped wildly from side to side in shock.

From the old man's domineering active attack, to panting, left and right, clumsy blocking with one sword and one sword, the transformation of the whole process is only a few breaths.

The crowd of spectators who had just come out of their depression let out a sigh again, and some even closed their eyes, unable to bear to look any further.

There was a crisp sound of a long sword falling to the ground. The old man no longer seemed to be able to endure this cruel torture that hovered on the edge of life, and the trembling fear completely destroyed his tenacious mind. If the other party is willing, he is only afraid that he has died seventy or eighty times at the moment, what is the gap, and how big is the gap between them?

The old man's figure still couldn't stop "kicking" backwards and retreating dozens of steps, and finally couldn't help but stumble and sit on the ground. Just as he was trying his best to support his body, his eyes were suddenly soaked in a dark light, and then he suddenly felt a cold in his throat. A sword, two fingers wide, as thin as a cicada's wings, the cold tip of the sword trembled against the throat, and with a little force, it was bound to splash blood three feet.

The old man raised his dim eyes and saw a brilliant smiling face, a pair of eyes that flashed with a little clear light, but they were as bright as a sword, as if a single look could pierce his body.

"The old man is defeated!" his voice was hoarse and low, as if he was squeezing out of his throat, wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, and standing up with his sword scabbard on the ground, his face showing a hero's sadness. He never imagined that he would lose to a beautiful and lovely little girl. And he lost so completely that he couldn't find a reason to talk about it

Qingfeng returned the sword into the sheath, the murderous aura in the phoenix's eyes gradually disappeared, there was no joy of the winner on his face, and the bright smile looked so cold and treacherous in the eyes of the old man, this feeling was very bad, and it made people intuitively tremble.

"Your peerless secret killing technique is indeed very strong, and few people should be able to retreat calmly. Ben Feng'er is just an exception, you didn't lose unjustly. Qingfeng's voice sounded very soft and soft, as if she was telling the truth, it was not easy for her to win this battle, the main thing was that she couldn't kill people, she could only hit hard, and she was invisibly restricted, so she was very fortunate to win.

"Can you tell the old man, your true cultivation?" The old man knew that he shouldn't ask, but he still couldn't help but ask, just to confirm the doubts in his heart.

But will this phoenix tell him? The answer is absolutely not. It is naturally a very happy thing to be able to leave a shadow in the opponent's heart and create a depression.

"I just remembered to ask this question now, is there any point?" Qingfeng pursed his lips, a heart-stopping smile appeared on his face, his eyes fell on the old man's ring finger, and he said faintly, "The shape of your ring is chic, Ben Feng'er likes it!"

"You...... Isn't this a robbery by force? Taking advantage of people's danger is absolutely not the act of a gentleman. The old man subconsciously covered the ring on his finger, there must be many treasures and a lot of wealth hidden in it, otherwise, he would not be so nervous.

"That's right, so what?" Qingfeng circled around the building, and said with disdain on her face: "Your old pervert's skin is really thick enough, how can people be so forgetful? First, Ben Feng'er is a daughter, not the so-called "gentleman" in your mouth.

Second, you old pervert is just a pile of meat on the anvil at the moment, and if Ben Feng'er is unhappy, she will first break your golden gun...... What kind of eyes are you looking at, betting that a little girl can't do such a thing?"

In front of everyone in the building, Qingfeng raised a hand, as if he had no sense of shame, and his jade fingers were in the shape of claws, slowly reaching towards the thing between the old man's two hakama, which frightened the old man to cover his lower body with both hands, and his face flushed with anger.

"Don't ...... You...... It's not human!" the old man roared in shock, he was really defeated by this little girl, and his body fell to the ground and shrank back in fear, looking like he was about to collapse completely.