Wang Qi's figure was like a streamer, shooting in an instant, but just as Nie Feng was waiting for the formation and thinking about the way to break the enemy, he saw the silver bright sword in the former's hand suddenly tremble slightly, no, it should be more appropriate to dance, because the silver bright sword was like a paintbrush at the moment, and a faint fog-white light and shadow slowly emerged from its front end, and it did not disperse for a long time. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Nie Feng's brows furrowed slightly.

It seems that the opponent's long sword is not in a hurry to attack, but is deliberately creating some kind of momentum, it is not difficult to imagine that when this momentum condenses to the top, it will also be the time when the opponent's long sword really attacks.

Intuitively, Nie Feng knew that he had to interrupt the other party's momentum, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable, but he couldn't help but feel a little curious in his heart, and he wished that this sword move would continue to evolve until it exerted its maximum power.

This kind of sword move that created a general trend was the first time he had seen it, and it not only enriched what he had seen and heard, but also seemed to open a door to the way of the sword once again in front of his eyes, which did not allow him to be surprised or delighted.

So he finally decided to wait for the other party to evolve this potential, he wanted to see the final realm of this potential, and he also wanted to personally experience the true power of this novel kendo for a while. Of course, in addition, he also didn't believe that Wang Qihui on the other side would let him interrupt the process of building the momentum and not leave a backhand, maybe his current attitude of waiting for action has allowed him to avoid many unimaginable dangers.

For a while, there was a rather strange scene on the stone platform, that is, one side stood still with a sword, as if the carving was petrified, while the other side was constantly circling around him, the long sword in his hand was more like a lit firework, erupting a faint smoke at all times, and most of the stone platform was shrouded in a pale white fog for a short time, but with the flash of silver light and shadow, the fog actually had a tendency to thicken.

Under the stone platform, all the inner disciples who looked here were all dumbfounded, and the powerful were amazed by the subtlety and profundity of Wang Qi's swordsmanship, while most of the disciples of Xinyufeng were shocked by the depth of Wang Qi's cultivation.

Until this moment, anyone could have seen that the misty white light and shadow were all transformed by extremely condensed sword qi, that is to say, at this moment, Nie Feng and even half of the stone platform had been enveloped by the countless sword qi spawned by Wang Qi.

How deep cultivation does this have to be to support such a scene, if Wang Qi has no secret method, I'm afraid that anyone who kills him will not believe it.

"Hehe, this sword technique is interesting, if I remember correctly, this should have some relationship with the legendary Phantom Gate, I didn't expect this Phantom Gate to disappear for thousands of years, and there are still traces of it in the world. ”

The voice came from Ouyang Lie on the referee's seat, at this moment his grandson Ouyang Lin had returned to his side again, his face was still fair, but the original boundless arrogance turned into resentment and contempt at this time, until now he thought that the light and shadow that Nie Feng hurt him should be some kind of ingenuity, and it was definitely not Nie Feng's true strength, and this kind of winner by virtue of tricks can win him the slightest respect.

Perhaps because he understood his grandson's feelings, Ouyang Lie was comforting him while explaining the way of the sword, of course, because of the Fire Cultivation Elder beside him, even if he was very annoyed with Nie Feng, he couldn't be too blatant, of course, some appropriate stimulus words could still be said.

"I said Lao Wu, you must have heard some of the skills of this phantom door, in my opinion, your precious apprentice seems to be bad this time, if you accidentally lose your arms and legs, then your master will lose a lot, I said do you want me to work hard to save him once?"

From beginning to end, Ouyang Lie had a faint smile on his face, looking at the superficial concern but actually very leisurely, anyone could see that this was for the young man in the arena to be nervous, and it was obviously to mock and put a little dirty on Elder Huo Xiu's face.