In the face of this sword, Jiang Liufeng could only choose to temporarily avoid the edge and retreat again and again.

But he soon realized that he was wrong, the strength of the sword of the twelve was beyond his imagination!

He originally wanted to use his heart to resist his sword intent and wait until the sword intent completely dissipated before counterattacking, but he didn't expect that the depth of the sword intent of the twelve sword had already driven him to a desperate situation.

Seeing that if he took another step back behind him, he would fall off the high platform, Jiang Liufeng's heart began to rise a trace of regret, maybe he shouldn't have retreated from the beginning.

Feeling the injustice in his hand, Jiang Liufeng no longer hesitated.

He clenched his heart, wiped his fingers, and placed the long sword horizontally in front of him, a cold light flashed out, and the speed of the dragon's advance stopped abruptly, stopping an inch in front of Jiang Liufeng.

Twelve's brows furrowed, the sound of the dragon and the roar of the tiger disappeared at the same time, and a huge elastic force suddenly came out of the heart, instantly forcing Twelve to take a big step back.

There was a sudden exclamation from the audience, because on the corner of Jiang Liufeng's mouth, a clear blood stain overflowed, this was the first time he was injured since the colonel.

On the other side of the high platform, the noble man stood up and wanted to stop this battle, although he was not a member of the Lingnan Jiang family, he was inextricably linked with the Jiang family, so Jiang Liufeng couldn't have an accident under his nose.

Unexpectedly, before the noble man reached the edge of the high platform, he was stopped by Jiang Liufeng with a hand stretched out.

Jiang Liufeng raised his head and stared at Twelve with bright eyes, he slowly wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.

The inch heart was still a foot in front of him, but the inch heart released a sword intent outward, like a lion about to get angry, and like a cheetah staring at its prey calmly.

Twelve stared at the river wind in front of him tightly, and a trace of ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

Sure enough, after he waited quietly, Jiang Liufeng finally moved, and this time he made a move with all his might, leaving no room for it.

In the face of Jiang Liufeng's sword counterattack, Twelve had only one thought in his mind at this time: so fast!

Yes, Jiang Liufeng's sword was so fast, so fast that he couldn't see it clearly at all, so he could only rely on his subconscious reaction to draw out Long Yin to resist.

The sound of two famous swords colliding sounded, and Twelve was overjoyed, he knew that he had blocked it.

But the next moment, he felt different sword intents coming from all around, as if there were countless swords hidden around waiting for an opportunity, but he couldn't tell where this sword would come from.

A layer of cold sweat began to appear on Twelve's head, and those sword intents became tighter and tighter, and his pressure became more and more intense.

He was in a hurry, his footwork was messy, almost full of flaws, and Twelve knew that if he didn't make any more moves, the sword would be a winner.

Just as he was about to hand out the dragon chant to block in front of him, he suddenly heard a strange sound, like a mirror shattering, like an iron sword breaking, and more like a waterfall being cut in half.

Twelve's expression was a little dazed, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Jiang Liufeng staring at him coldly with an inch in his heart, and the dragon chant in his hand was only half cut off.

The dragon groan is broken!

Twelve lost!

Under the high platform, almost everyone held their breath and watched this scene, and the audience was silent.

Jiang Liufeng's sword was too fast, so fast that people couldn't see it clearly, almost everyone could only see a sword shadow flashing, and the sword intent in the sky was surging towards Twelve, but in the end, Jiang Liufeng only made one sword.

It was that sword that cut off the dragon yin in the twelve hands.

"What a terrifying power!" Quan Lin looked at Jiang Liu's wind channel.

Only he could see that Jiang Liufeng's sword was actually infused with extremely strong power on top of the sword intent.

In fact, since Twelve blocked the first sword, Long Yin was already a little overwhelmed, but Twelve didn't react at all at that time.

When Jiang Liufeng unleashed his sword again, the shattered Long Yin could no longer withstand the tremendous force coming from his heart, and a deep crack broke open from Long Yin.

In the final analysis, it was the unstable hearts of the twelve swords that caused their dragon chant to be broken.

Seeing the satisfied smile on Jiang Liufeng's face, Twelve squatted down and slowly picked up the half of the dragon chant from the ground.

He lost the battle, but more importantly, he lost his sword.

The battle between Long Yin and Cun Xin is actually a dispute between the Twelve and Jiang Liufeng, and the battle is for whose sword intent is more and whose sword path is higher!

There is no doubt that three years later, Twelve lost to Jiang Liufeng again in the way of the sword.

Li Zi and Chen Xiaoping hurriedly helped Twelve to the bottom of the field, and Twelve sat on the sidelines in despair, holding half of the tip of the sword in one hand and half of the hilt of the sword in the other.

"Twelve, it doesn't have to be like this, my generation's cultivation is in trouble, and it's okay to lose once or twice. Chen Xiaoping patted Twelve's shoulder and said with relief.

Li Zi knew that the Twelfth Senior Brother had been defeated by Jiang Liufeng twice, but he was afraid that the Heart of the Great Dao had been damaged, and if he couldn't cross this threshold himself, he was afraid that he would have to stop here for the rest of his life.

At this time, Jiang Liufeng held an inch of heart, and a person stood proudly on the high platform, and no one dared to go up to challenge.

Among the young generation of the colonel, four are strong contenders for the first place, and the strength of the twelfth may not be the first among the four, but it will never be the last.

Even twelve were defeated at the hands of Jiang Liufeng, but I am afraid that no one dares to challenge Jiang Liufeng now.

The disciples of Longhu Mountain Quanlin bowed their heads, and the little monk with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes in Jing'an Temple recited the Buddha's name softly.

Quan Yu walked out at this time, looked at the crowd and asked, "Is there anything else you want to challenge?"

No one answered in the audience, and just when everyone thought that this competition was about to end, Jiang Liufeng suddenly said: "What about Qingshan, who is famous for his sword?"

Behind him, Chu Xiaoyao's brows were raised heavily, obviously already in anger.

The noble man stood up even more and shouted at Jiang Liufeng: "Liufeng, don't be presumptuous!"

It's just that Jiang Liufeng picked up the inch in his hand and pointed to the audience, and his eyes finally fell on Li Zi at the back of the crowd.

After what he said just now, Li Zi had already stood up, and the twelve senior brothers beside him stopped him: "Don't go, you can't beat him, he wants to fall in the face of our Qingshan." ”

Li Zi glanced at Twelve, then turned his head to stare at the river wind on the stage.

Jiang Liufeng raised his heart and said provocatively at Li Zi: "I heard that you are a natural sword spirit, come up and try it?"

This is already a war book, if Li Zi should not fight, I am afraid that Qingshan's face will be lost in this colonel.

Li Zi would never tolerate such a thing.

His gaze glanced to the master on the other side.

Seeing that the master nodded to himself, he took out his wooden sword from behind him and jumped onto the high platform in one step.

"Please advise!"