The story of the class door getting the axe was told to him by Mu Qianmei, so he said it casually, although Dongfang Yunfei didn't fully understand it, he also knew what it meant.

"Haha...... Young people are too modest, who else is your opponent among your peers! At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he can use the third sword of the sword technique with the wind to the fullest, even if the predecessor of the Sword Saint was back then, it was just like that! Sure enough, it is a famous teacher who produces a high apprentice, and no matter whether he wins or loses today, it is the honor of the old man. ”

Dongfang Yunfei laughed and said, although his words were modest, he couldn't hide a kind of pride and confidence in his bones.

In and out of the words, he still regards Liu Tingfeng as a junior who can't be an opponent, and his master comes out, it's almost the same.

Mu Qianmei, who was sitting in the ninth ring, couldn't help frowning, in the Yugu Continent, there are really not many people who have seen the sword technique with the wind and are still so confident!

Could it be that his Qiushui sword technique has also made a new breakthrough?

Then this competition is really unpredictable.

If Tingfeng also fails, will he still have a chance to win him?

It's difficult, it's almost impossible to win, because his martial arts are far inferior to Tingfeng.

When Mu Qianmei was worried, Liu Tingfeng also felt an unprecedented pressure.

Faintly, he felt that Dongfang Yunfei's swordsmanship didn't seem to be under Situ Chang's smile.

Under great pressure, Liu Tingfeng quickly adjusted his mentality, just like his state of mind when playing chess, and said in a breezy tone:

"Please!"

Go with the wind, go with the wind, but just let it be.

After the salute, the Changfeng Sword was raised lightly, and the sword intent of the east wind immediately emitted, silently, lightly written, it appeared light and soft, as if there was nothing in his hand.

The sword intent also quietly surrounded the opponent.

"Please!"

Dongfang Yunfei also gently raised his sword to invite, and performed a move calmly and calmly, as if he didn't feel any sword intent.

From the sword style, no one took the lead.

The people below looked inexplicable, could they have another sword dance performance?

With such a gentle sword pose, both sides didn't seem to use internal force.

The wind is light and the clouds are light, just like two people who are new to swordsmanship.

Only a few people felt their undercurrents surging.

The first move, evenly matched!

Liu Tingfeng got up and leaped, and the sword move was used at will, and in an instant, from static to moving, as if the wind was rising, the sword intent was arrogant and fierce, and he quickly and quickly attacked Dongfang Yunfei.

The wind is still strong, and the momentum is amazing.

Dongfang Yunfei did not panic in the slightest, and his swordsmanship also changed, and he met him with a surging move.

In the air, people can feel the momentum of the wind and waves from a distance.

The two huge sword intents collided in the ring in an instant, and the majestic sword intent made the clothes of the people standing close to them flutter in the wind, and if they didn't immediately exert their internal forces to resist, it seemed that they might be swept away.

But the two on the stage just took a step back.

The second trick is comparable!

Liu Tingfeng urged the internal force, with his strongest internal force, when he returned to the sword, a sense of desolation in the cold autumn season immediately filled the entire ring.

The depressed and desolate sword intent spread rapidly, as if the heavens and the earth were full of sadness and sadness.

"What's the joy of life? Why be afraid of death? ”

The sword intent at this time is far better than when it was against Dongfang Shaohong, how can it be ten times?

Not to mention the gangs on the small ring, even the audience a few feet away gave birth to a sense of "life is boring".

In the sunset, the leaves outside the square seem to sense this strong autumn mood, flying in the autumn breeze and falling slowly.

Sad spring!

The sad autumn is even more sad!

Life is like this

Fragile, dead leaves so desolate!

The majestic sword intent, the poignant scene, although Dongfang Yunfei had been on guard, he didn't know that Liu Tingfeng had such a profound skill, far exceeding the same sword he had ever felt.

In a trance, Liu Tingfeng's long wind sword stabbed at him, pointing directly at the throat.

Fortunately, Dongfang Yunfei had rich experience in actual combat, and the moment his mind was affected, he immediately bit the tip of his tongue, and a tingling pain made him wake up immediately, and he retreated more than six feet silently in an instant.

narrowly avoided this trick.

And when he retreated, a trick was sent out endlessly.

It was like a surging river, and the endless momentum greeted the autumn wind and falling leaves of the willow pavilion wind.

The poignant meaning of falling leaves in the wind suddenly dissipated.

The fallen leaves are intentional, and the river is ruthless!

The river is endless!

Qiushui swordsmanship really has its own uniqueness.

How can its skills be comparable to that of Dongfang Shaohong?

The sword comes and goes, the two figures sometimes drift away, sometimes coincide, sometimes jump, sometimes fall lightly, and the sword intent is also unpredictable, so that the audience does not dare to approach.

After the autumn wind fell leaves, Liu Tingfeng was already a little exhausted, and he urged the power of the ninth layer to perform this trick, because such a season would help it play.

The autumn wind and falling leaves, in the late autumn season, twice the result with half the effort, the momentum is greatly increased!

However, he didn't cause any harm to Dongfang Yunfei, on the contrary, the moment he woke up, the surging counterattack seemed to be more powerful.

However, after this move, the two of them did not immediately send out more powerful sword moves, but adjusted their breath during the grappling to restore their internal strength.

In the interlacing of swords and shadows, the ornamentation is very strong, but the lethality is very low.

Who can recover their strength first?

They are all racing against time to breathe.

Ordinary viewers watched the excitement and felt very enjoyable.

A few masters are secretly anxious, and they all hope that the people they support will recover first.

Mu Qianmei's hands were clenched tightly, and she secretly prayed for Liu Tingfeng, hoping that he would recover as soon as possible, so that he could cast the ice and the earth.

However, she also knew in her heart that the first person to recover was likely to be Dongfang Yunfei.

Because of his decades of skill, it is far better than Liu Tingfeng.

Sure enough, after nearly two hundred moves, Dongfang Yunfei suddenly changed his moves, and the huge waves were about to break out.

And Liu Tingfeng's state at this time was obviously not enough to show his frozen earth.

Countless people looked nervously at the ring, deeply worried about Liu Tingfeng.

This handsome young man, can he resist this trick that even the Phantom Sky Master dodges?

Especially the beggars, they are not only worried about failure, but more worried about his life.

"Let him quit the battle circle!"

Feng Tianyu said to Mu Qianmei anxiously.

"He's not going to quit!"

Mu Qianmei replied in understanding.

Liu Tingfeng seems to be gentle and casual, but in fact, he is extremely stubborn in his heart.

He is a man who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and he would rather die than quit easily.

Because if he withdrew, it would be Mu Qianmei who would face this strong enemy.

How could he let Mu Qianmei face it?

Liu Tingfeng silently retreated five or six meters, raised the Long Wind Sword, and prepared to forcibly cast the frozen ground.

Even if you can't crack it, you have to exhaust the other party's internal strength to reduce Mu Qianmei's pressure.

"No!"

Feng Tianyu shouted loudly.

He would rather accept defeat than lose such a young man.

Liu Tingfeng looked at them, especially the familiar and unfamiliar senior sister, revealing a resolute look.

Farewell, master!

Farewell, beggars!

Farewell, Senior Sister!

He said three goodbyes in his heart.

His eyes made Mu Qianmei feel his heart, and there was a tingling in his heart!

How to rescue?

"Where is the safest place when the waves are high?"

Ouyang Bo suddenly asked with a sense of understanding.

At this time, the huge waves of Dongfang Yunfei had already formed, and the majestic sword intent swept towards the Liu Pavilion wind.

Liu Tingfeng's frozen earth was also ready to be forcibly issued, to confront this earth-destroying move head-on.

Listening to Ouyang Bo's words, Mu Qianmei also seemed to wake up suddenly, and shouted loudly:

"Attack from the ground!"

When Liu Tingfeng heard Mu Qianmei's words, he didn't think about it, and he could swim on the ground, like a white swimming dragon, quickly approaching Dongfang Yunfei from the bottom of the monstrous waves.

Although this trick looks ugly, it actually swims on the ground, but it is the only way to solve it.

Because the weakest link of the huge wave is the ground, his attack is from the bottom up, and the wave head is directly aimed at the opponent's body, but does not include the ground.

Dongfang Yunfei, who also heard the reminder, looked surprised and angry.

But the sword move has already been sent out, and it can no longer be withdrawn.

It's no use crying over spilt milk.!

The monstrous sword intent swept towards the sky surgingly.

Especially the position where Liu Tingfeng was standing just now was in the limelight in an instant.

Unfortunately, it was empty at the moment.

Liu Tingfeng withstood the slight pressure of sword intent and quickly approached Dongfang Yunfei.

Dongfang Yunfei, who is full of huge waves, is the weakest time at this moment.

And the icy land of Liu Tingfeng was about to get close to Dongfang Yunfei, and finally got his wish.

A piercing chill burst out of the sword.

It's like ice and snow!

It's like a cold winter moon!

A chilling sword intent quickly attacked Dongfang Yunfei.

A cold word, in an instant, filled the entire ring, and quickly spread to the entire square.

It's as if it's a cold winter.

However, Dongfang Yunfei immediately jumped backwards without thinking about it when Liu Tingfeng swam close, trying to dodge the attack of this sword.

It's a pity that although the sword dodged, the sword intent inevitably came with him.

The chill instantly soaked the whole body!

He forcibly urged the internal force again to defend against the attack of this sword intent.

The monstrous waves had already struck the sky, and the seven-colored flags had been rolled into rags and fluttered over the entire ring.

Dongfang Yunfei retreated to the edge of the ring.

There is no way back!

The long sword is coming, and the sword intent is immersed!

The cold body seems to no longer belong to him.

With no choice, Dongfang Yunfei had no choice but to close his eyes, use his last internal strength, jump out of the big ring, and fly back to the small ring where he was.

was successfully counterattacked by the other party, and the defeat turned into victory.

Those who have been out of the ring are defeated!

Dongfang Yunfei moved his muscles a few times, and with cold eyes, he looked at the No. 9 ring of the beggar gang fiercely.

looked at Mu Qianmei, who reminded her loudly.

"Beggar gang!"

Dongfang Lanzhu, who had already escaped from the shadow of defeat, said loudly angrily.