The subtle changes in the other party's eyes, how could they escape the eyes of this phoenix. smiled indifferently, turned a blind eye, and said playfully: "Old man, what do you think you have a chance of winning?"

"What do you think?" the old man did not answer the rhetorical question, he would not give the other party another chance to find out his own details.

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Qingfeng pursed his lips, not at all nervous.

"Does this matter? Truth and falsehood are just a sentence, and you can only tell if you have beaten them. The old man calmed down his state of mind as much as possible, and the master was the most jealous and impetuous.

"If I say you don't even have a chance to win, can you believe it?" Qingfeng said in a very shocking voice, as if he really didn't take the other party seriously seriously.

"Do I believe it or not? It is bound to continue, and the old man will act equally if he believes it or not. You are the same, aren't you?" The old man took advantage of the opportunity of the dialogue between the two sides to completely calm his state of mind and restrain his contempt. Back to the top of the game. The thick aura of the powerhouse of the Void Breaking Realm began to climb gradually, the momentum of the whole body changed, and an incomparably powerful Xuanyuan force slowly overflowed out of the body, and a layer of light red mist was visible to the naked eye steaming and permeating.

Qingfeng blinked, quietly watching the changes in the other party's body, and did not attack while he began to concentrate. It was a kind of master's lonely mentality, full of incomparable expectations. Looking forward to the other party's momentum to climb to the top, looking forward to the other party's earth-shattering blow.

A pale red mist-like sphere slowly took shape, and the old man's divine light became sharper and sharper. The spirit returned to one, and the misty orb began to tremble, emitting a low roar.

"Ninety-nine to one!"

The old man's momentum seems to have finally reached the peak, and if he doesn't make a move, it will burst. With a shocking shout, the palms were tightened and pushed sharply, and the misty sphere suddenly flew up in the air, like an arrow off the string, instantly tearing apart the space of twenty meters, and swept towards the place where Qingfeng stood with a violent roar.

Looking at the surging mist-like sphere, Qingfeng did not have the slightest look of fear, but licked her lips with extreme excitement. Then, with his hand stretched out his hand and gently drew a circle in the void, a snow-like white cloud suddenly appeared in front of him, and then with a single palm push and a send, the seemingly weak cloud suddenly let out a roar, and quickly met the misty sphere that came from the storm.

"Boom!"

Two powerful gases collided in the air and exploded violently, and the earth-shattering explosion made the entire stone garden tremble, and a group of onlookers in the hall were also shaken by the burst shock wave, and some people with a slightly lower cultivation level were even directly overturned to the ground, looking extremely embarrassed.

Although Lu Suifeng and Zi Yaner were only ten meters apart, their expressions were calm, and at most, the corners of their clothes were slightly stirred by the strong air current.

The foggy sphere fell apart and vanished in an instant under the impact of the white cloud. However, the white clouds did not decrease but increased, and they still rushed towards the old man.

The old man was shocked, and saw that the white cloud was not only not defeated by himself, but swept even more violently. Although he was frightened and shocked, he was shocked but not confused, and he did not lose an inch, and he suddenly had a simple sword in his hand at some point. His hands clenched the hilt of his sword, his eyes fixed on the powerful cloud that was rapidly coming.

Boom!

The long sword in the old man's hand was unsheathed, and a dazzling light pierced the sky, and flew down violently in the face of the powerful clouds that were rapidly attacking.

"Boom!" There was another earth-shattering explosion, and the extremely sharp blade of the sword quickly cut into the clouds, like a bamboo. Unexpectedly, when it was cut halfway, it was tightly entangled by a soft force, and it was difficult to enter at all. In an instant, I fell into a situation where I couldn't advance and couldn't retreat.

"Not good!" the old man suddenly exclaimed, the secret way was not good, and he had to abandon his sword and retreat in a hurry. The clouds seemed to be unforgiving, chasing souls and chasing after people.

The old man's experience seems to be very sophisticated, and he is not chaotic in the face of danger, and under the rapid retreat, his toes are a little on the ground, and his body suddenly rises in the air.

A powerful air current, with a string of humming, whistled past his feet, narrowly avoiding it. Brushing shoulders with death, my heart was shocked, and my forehead was sweaty.

As if spiritual, the cloud lost its target of attack, and then suspended in the air, slowly disintegrating visibly with the naked eye, and instantly becoming invisible.

"The little girl is hateful!" the old man scolded angrily, fell back to the ground, leaned over to pick up the sword on the ground, and immediately entered a state of alert, lest the other party suddenly attack.

If it weren't for Qingfeng's secret receipt of Lu Suifeng's transmission, telling her not to kill them all, I am afraid that this old man would have become a dead corpse at this moment.

"Old man, do you still have the strength to fight?"

"Hmph! Just now, I was only slightly inferior, and I lost a move, so that I lost the opportunity, and I took advantage of you. In the future, the old man will not make the same mistake, and he will not give you this opportunity again. "If this old man knew Qingfeng's true cultivation, maybe he wouldn't have said anything like that, but I was afraid that even the courage to face the battle would be lost suddenly.

"Your on-the-spot adaptability is indeed good, and your state of mind cultivation is barely passable. However, these alone are not enough to defeat Ben Feng'er. Qingfeng pursed her lips with disdain.

"The old man has not used a sword for a long time, today you are fortunate to be able to appreciate the old man's fast sword, if you are still alive, it is enough to comfort you in your life. The old man seemed to be immensely confident in his sword.

"Yes, after the battle, you will feel why your sword is so slow, and you will be ashamed of the name of your fast sword, and you will be ashamed of yourself. Qingfeng's face was indifferent, and he looked at each other playfully and smiled.

If the old man's words are full of strong self-confidence and arrogance, the Qingfeng's playful tone contains a momentum that looks down on the world.

"After all, the little girl is still a little tender, and after a small victory, she thinks that the world is invincible, and she arrogantly wants to meet the swordsmanship with the Yuan Pavilion Master, and it is clear that she is seeking her own death and humiliating herself. There were a few people in the crowd who knew the old man, and they all looked disdainful.

If you want to talk about whose sword is faster, the old man has never met an opponent in the way of kendo since his debut, and he is full of endless confidence in his kendo attainments.

After drawing the sword, retracting the sword, the use of body techniques, as well as the speed, angle, and prediction of the trajectory of the sword, can you barely be regarded as a master of the sword.

The way of the sword is divided into sword qi, sword intent, sword momentum, and sword domain, and the gap between each level is like a cloud of mud. The highest level is the unity of man and sword, no sword in his hand, a sword in his heart, no move and no style. In every gesture, there was an incomparably sharp sword intent and sword momentum in one eye. The sword is me, and I am the sword.

The pupils in the old man's eyes were shrinking slightly, and the essence and Xuanyuan power in his whole body did not leak in the slightest. The hand holding the sword was very steady, and a faint mist of sweat evaporated around the hilt.

The wind suddenly blew, and the old man's long sword was suddenly unsheathed, and a brilliant light pierced the space, like a flying star outside the sky instantly crossed the space of ten meters, and suddenly appeared in front of Qingfeng.

Draw the sword and draw the sword, all in one go, as fast as a lightning flash. With a strong sword qi and a bit of majestic sword momentum, between the same cultivation, almost no one could dodge this swift blow. Because this sword was so fast, so fast that only a beam of sword rays could be seen, and even the entire sword body was completely hidden.

This old man's sword path has entered the realm of sword power, which is indeed somewhat unexpected. Pure speed is difficult to work in a game of the same level. But if there is sword intent or sword momentum in the sword, it is very different. Sword intent or sword momentum will disturb and confuse the opponent's mind, causing his mind to be confused and make wrong predictions. The fighting of masters is changing rapidly, and a small negligence can kill you on the spot. A wrong judgment, the result of which speaks for itself.

In Qingfeng's eyes, what he saw was not only the speed of the sword, but the trajectory of the sword, as well as the attack line and direction of the sword.

The speed of the old man's sword was enough to make him proud, and when it was fast to the limit, it was already difficult to distinguish between human swords. All that can be seen is a blurry image that flickers and disappears.

However, what shocked him was that when his sword was only less than a foot away from the other party, the spitting sword light could almost touch the opponent's skin, and he saw that Lu Suifeng, who had been empty-handed, suddenly had an extra sword in his hand at some point: very narrow, only two fingers wide at most, very thin, like cicada wings. No one could see how his sword was unsheathed, as if it had been holding it all along.

The sword blade that flashed with cold light was less than a foot in his chest, and Qingfeng's face was still indifferent. Draw your sword in an instant, attack, all in one go, and the last strike will come first.

A dazzling cold star suddenly enlarged in front of the old man's eyes, and the sudden shocking change shocked his heart, and his whole body suddenly felt a creep. His intuition told him that if he didn't withdraw his sword at this time, he wouldn't wait for the sword in his hand to hurt the other party, and he would have been pierced by the opponent's long sword.

The old man didn't have any extra time to make more judgments, so he made a quick decision and suddenly withdrew his sword and retreated, which was worthy of dodging the doom of a sword piercing his heart.

Although Qingfeng was already in the lead, he did not take advantage of the situation to launch a rapid attack. The sword in his hand was already unsheathed, and he looked at each other quietly.

After the old man got out, he quickly widened the distance between himself and the other party. His face was slightly pale, his forehead was slightly stained with sweat, and his eyes were full of horror.

"Your sword is half a minute slower, if you go up the line faster, I'm afraid I'm already lying down at this moment. Qingfeng said lightly.

"Hehe! You really have a good grasp of the timing, and the right time is just a tentative attack. The old man tightened the sword in his hand, quickly recondensed the Xuanyuan power, and was ready to strike the sword again.

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.