Zheng!

The long sword cleared its voice, passing by, tearing Wei Wuji's clothes, and a wisp of blood soaked out. [Full text reading].

Wei Wuji dodged backwards, and You Long dodged the killing blow without any reluctance. He looked at the injured arm, it was just a little skin trauma, and it didn't have much effect.

In the stands, everyone could see clearly that Wei Wuji lost and was stabbed in the arm.

Liu Qing's heart tightened and she frowned.

"Oops, Senior Brother Wuji was stabbed with a sword. Wang Ruosheng shouted.

"It's just a little skin injury, how can there be a competition that doesn't bleed? The boss will definitely win!" Wei Xiaokai said.

In the ring,

Ning Xiaochen brushed his sword and smiled: "It's a pity that you dodged it, and the next sword will not be so lucky." I want you to know that you are not the only one in the world who can do little upwind swordsmanship!"

After Ning Xiaochen finished speaking, the long sword in his hand danced, and the wind rose with the sword dance, using a small headwind sword technique.

In the stands, there was an exclamation.

"I'm not dazzled, Ning Xiaochen's sword momentum is actually the same as Wei Wuji!"

"You're absolutely not mistaken, he also performed a small headwind sword technique!"

"It's exciting now, it's all a little headwind swordsmanship, who will win?"

"The same martial arts, only to see whose realm is higher......"

In the main stand, Wei Qingyuan, the head of the Wei family, coughed, and smiled at Ning Jingtian: "Brother Jingtian, I didn't expect that this Ning Xiaochen of your family had cultivated the Little Headwind Sword Technique, and it was really shocking to be shocked when it came out at this time." ”

"Hehe, in fact, I don't usually pay attention to these, the juniors of the family also practice by themselves, who knows that he will practice the little headwind sword technique. Ning shook the sky and smiled, with a smug look on his face.

"The little headwind sword technique is not a masterpiece. Nangong Xiong couldn't help but interject.

The Nangong family's Nangong Dou lost, and Yu Tian-level martial arts failed. Nangong Xiong couldn't pretend to be smiling anymore, and when he heard Ning Jingtian's words, he couldn't help but stab him.

Ning shocked the sky and smiled, noncommittal.

He knew that Nangong Xiongwo was on fire and was not good at joking, so he didn't say more.

In the ring, Wei Wuji's eyes were awe-inspiring.

He didn't expect that Ning Xiaochen would also have a small headwind swordsmanship. However, this is also reasonable, the little headwind swordsmanship is not only unique to the Wei family, many families have collected this martial arts classic.

"Looking at your stunned expression, Ben Shao won't embarrass you!"

Ning Xiaochen smiled and felt satisfied, "Next, I will use the little headwind sword technique you are good at to defeat you, so that you can lose orally, and your heart will be convinced!"

As soon as the words fell, Ning Xiaochen waved his long sword, and the sword wind was wild, whistling and whining.

The small headwind swordsmanship of the Dacheng realm went to Wei Wuji.

Wei Wuji's eyes flashed with fine light, and the sword momentum of the same Dacheng realm greeted him.

There was a loud roar in the ring, and the two anti-wind swords collided together, brutally strangling.

Zheng Zheng Zheng!

The same martial arts, even the position of the attack, are also symmetrical to each other.

The two fought each other's offense and defense, and the long sword exchanged several moves, and then shifted to the side and changed shapes, which was also surprisingly consistent.

It's a bit like a competition, it's like a performance. From the main stand in the center, the two long swords rolled up dust, and the symmetrical movement attacked, like a yin and yang fish chasing by the Ouroboros.

The three family heads were stunned, and they didn't expect that the two of them would have such an effect in a small headwind sword duel.

At this moment, Wei Wuji's sword style changed, and he used the first sword form of the thirteen swords against the wind to attack Ning Xiaochen.

"Thirteen Swords Against the Wind, do you think you're the only one who knows this?"

Ning Xiaochen sneered, and the sword style also changed, and the first sword style of the thirteen swords against the wind was counter-killing towards Wei Wuji.

The two air currents collided, and the waves of air spreading out in all directions, flying sand and rocks.

Zheng Zheng Zheng!

The sharp sword roared and shook the audience, and the two figures separated, evenly matched, and there was no victory.

"I didn't expect that I would be able to go against the wind with thirteen swords, right? Hehe, you know how to use swordsmanship, I know all of them! Let me show you today, what is a master of swordsmanship, and you will know that the sky is high and the earth is thick!"

After Ning Xiaochen finished speaking, the long sword danced, and the momentum of his body rose sharply, rising to another height.

The first sword style of the thirteen swords against the wind, the realm of small success,

He looked at Wei Wuji with both eyes, as if he was a god on high, merciful to the weak.

The long sword kicked up dust, the wind whistled, and the clear sound that broke through the air was like a sharp arrow, attacking Wei Wuji.

At this moment, Wei Wuji's momentum also changed suddenly, becoming even stronger than Ning Xiaochen.

Thirteen swords against the wind, the first sword style, the realm of great success!

Ning Xiaochen stepped forward with his sword, full of spirit, and suddenly felt that the change in Wei Wuji's momentum was even stronger than himself, as if a towering mountain was blocking in front of him.

"This is, this is, how can it be stronger than me!......?

Ning Xiaochen instantly understood that the other party's attainments in the Thirteen Swords of the Headwind far surpassed his own.

Whew! Wei Wuji swung his sword upward, completely suppressing the other party.

Ning Xiaochen kept retreating and parrying, hoping to regain his disadvantage.

A sword light swept over, Ning Xiaochen was shocked, and hurriedly lowered his head,

Wei Wuji's long sword swept against Ning Xiaochen's scalp, and the cloth belt that bound his hair broke in response.

Ning Xiaochen screamed, fell to the ground and rolled away, rolled over, and got up, his hair hanging down, like a wild ghost.

A drop of blood fell down the forehead and the bridge of the nose.

Ning Xiaochen stretched out his hand and touched it, and with blood in his hand, he was actually injured by Wei Wuji! Fortunately, he was just rubbed by the sword wind, and the skin injury didn't matter, and he almost died.

In the main stand, Wei Qingyuan smiled and explained to Ning Jingtian,

"This is the first sword style of the Thirteen Swords Against the Wind, and my child is in the realm of Dacheng, so he takes advantage of it. Your child is a small success, a little loss, a little skin on the head, go home with some medicine, and it will be fine. ”

Ning Jingtian held back his anger and said with a smile: "Brother Qingyuan, the competition is not over yet, and it has not yet been decided who will kill the deer, so let's continue to watch."

The two stopped talking and continued to look at the ring.

Wei Wuji actually cultivated the first sword style of the Thirteen Swords against the Wind to the realm of Dacheng!

Nangong Jue and Nangong Meng, who were watching the battle, glanced at each other and did not speak. They all understood the hardships involved, and although they were opponents, as martial arts cultivators, they couldn't help but have a trace of respect for Wei Wuji in their hearts.

Wei Jing looked at Wei Wuji in the ring, and his heart turned upside down, "I'm really inferior to him, if he uses this sword style, I will definitely lose, senior brother's words make sense." ”

Nangong Dou looked at the ring, dumbfounded, his eyes dimmed, and he sighed heavily.

Ji Xiaoxian had a pair of beautiful eyes, and he also looked at Wei Wuji sluggishly, thinking secretly in his heart.

At this time, in the ring,

Ning Xiaochen touched the wound, pulled out the male sword in the sword box, and waited for the battle with the double sword in his hand