Time disappeared like flowing water, and in the blink of an eye, three days have passed, and the annual sword capital competition has officially kicked off...... しw0。

And because Mo Xiao wanted to see the competition of the powerhouses of the Eastern Wilderness three months later, Mo Xiao also participated in this competition.

"I said, Mo Xiao, you are really sure to be in the top ten!" Along the way, Han Feng kept asking this question, although Mo Xiao had already answered him in the affirmative. "Don't worry!I will!" But Han Feng still didn't believe it!

"Damn, you ask again, I'll slap you to death!" Finally, Mo Xiao couldn't bear it anymore, and completely broke out, and let out a loud shout, making Han Feng also stunned.

"Huh, isn't that Elder Keqing?"

"Yes, yes, it's amazing! Even Han Feng Gongzi dares to intimidate!" Mo Xiao's heavy drinking suddenly attracted the attention of passers-by.

Mo Xiao lowered his head helplessly, didn't say more, and directly stepped on the heavenly ghost and rushed to the competition venue. And seeing Mo Xiao flash away, Han Feng was stunned, "it!What the hell is this speed!What about people?" Han Feng's strength far surpassed Mo Xiao, but just now he didn't see clearly how Mo Xiao left!

At the venue of the martial arts competition, Han Feng gasped, looked at Mo Xiao, who seemed to have been sitting for a long time, and asked with a confused expression, "When did you arrive?"

Mo Xiao turned around and glanced at Han Feng, "Are you a turtle or a snail?"

Let Mo Xiao be so mocking, Han Feng suddenly had a black line, but he was still very confused in his heart, how did the other party get there!

The tea in the teacup beside Mo Xiao had already turned cold, and from this point of view, Mo Xiao had probably arrived for half an hour! And he and Mo Xiao had been running separately for more than forty minutes! According to this, Mo Xiao actually took ten minutes, maybe less than ten minutes to come to the venue!

Han Feng scratched his head and sat beside Mo Xiao, and asked softly, "Hey, you won't hide your cultivation, right?" Now Han Feng suspected Mo Xiao, judging from the speed just now, Han Feng thought that Mo Xiao's strength was probably higher than his own, and he might even reach the Holy Spirit Realm.

Mo Xiao glanced at Han Feng coldly, and then stretched out his hand and put it on his forehead, "I said Han Feng! Don't come out if you have a fever!"

"Get out!" Han Feng slapped Mo Xiao's hand away and shook his head helplessly, at this time, Han Feng seemed to believe Mo Xiao's words a little, the other party could rush into the top ten!

"The conference has begun! This competition is just a competition! It's over!" About half an hour later, a middle-aged man on the martial arts field gave an order, and the stage instantly applauded! "The first Mu Qi against Luo Lie!"

After that, two young men appeared in the arena, one carrying a long sword and the other carrying a heavy sword. After hugging each other's fists, two sword shadows roared out. The long sword man Mu Qi has a graceful figure and flexible steps, and the attacks of the heavy sword man Luo Lie are basically missed, but Mu Qi's attacks are also blocked by Luo Lie's heavy sword one by one, just like that, the two started a hard tug of war!

In the stands, Mo Xiao closed his eyes and recuperated, not caring at all about the battle on the martial arts field, on the contrary, Han Feng clenched his fists and watched the changes on the field all the time.

"Don't look at it! the people of the Sword Pavilion are destined to lose!" Suddenly, Mo Xiao opened his eyes and said coldly.

Hearing this, Han Feng turned around, "Why?"

Mo Xiao shook his head and said coldly, "Luo Lie, who uses the heavy sword, has been in the defensive stage now, and it seems that he is being pressed and beaten, but in fact, Mu Qi's figure has been dodging and attacking left and right, and Luo Lie is just a simple defense, so Mu Qi's spiritual power consumption is far greater than Luo Lie's, and over time, when Mu Qi's physical strength is exhausted, it is when he is defeated!"

"I see!" Han Feng hugged his chest with one hand and supported his chin with the other, and his face showed a look of sudden realization.

Sure enough, about a quarter of an hour had passed, and Mu Qi of the Sword Pavilion was already exhausted, and under the blow of Luo Lie of the heavy sword flow, he flew out upside down!

Soon, the second competition kicked off! Mo Xiao still closed his eyes and recuperated, while Han Feng still watched every game excitedly!

The sun was shining vertically, and soon it was noon, and there were about dozens of contestants in the morning, and surprisingly, the people of the Sword Pavilion were all defeated, and the winners were all from the epee stream.

"Grandma's, why are our people like this?" Han Feng observed every game, and in every game, the reason why the people in the Sword Pavilion were defeated was that they couldn't break through the defense of the heavy sword stream, and then they were exhausted by the opponent and won easily.

Suddenly, when the seventh group of contestants came to the stage, Mo Xiao's eyes slowly opened and stared coldly at the field. "This time, the Sword Pavilion won!" After speaking, Mo Xiao actually closed his eyes again.

"Huh?

On the martial arts field, the man of the Sword Pavilion raised the long sword in his hand, and the next moment, when he stepped out, he flashed above the man of the heavy sword stream, volleyed a sword in the air, and fell suddenly.

Seeing this, the man of the heavy sword flow raised his sword to resist, and at this moment, the sword pavilion man above suddenly changed the direction of the attack, and directly turned to the side of the heavy sword man, the heavy sword man hurriedly changed his defense, but unfortunately, he took a step slowly, and the majestic sword intent flashed, and the sword of the sword pavilion man was already on the neck of the heavy sword flow man.

"Sword Pavilion! Chen Chensheng!"

"Mo Xiao, why?" After the two finished fighting, the result was as Mo Xiao said, the people of the Sword Pavilion won, but Han Feng didn't understand how Mo Xiao saw it.

Mo Xiao slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Han Feng, "It's very simple, then Chen Chen is a left-handed sword!"

"Uh!" Han Feng had a black thread on his head, "This has something to do with the sword in his left hand?"

"First of all, this Chen Chen's steadiness has surpassed that of everyone in the Sword Pavilion before! Every contestant in the Sword Pavilion before was on the field gasping! And this Chen Chen was the only one who had a calm face from beginning to end, and on the contrary, the people on the side of the Heavy Sword Flow were all proudly on the field, and only the person who fought against Chen Chen was indeed a little flustered! From this point, it can be seen that the contestants of the Heavy Sword Pavilion were very afraid of Chen Chen of the Sword Pavilion!"

"What does this have to do with his sword in his left hand?"

Mo Xiao sighed a little helplessly, "I said Han Feng, are you really stupid, or are you fake stupid?"

"Huh!"

"Before!" Chen Chen flew into the sky, which one was holding the sword, do you know?"

Han Feng thought for a moment and shook his head, "Left hand, right hand, where do I know!"

"It's the right hand!"

"Didn't you say he had a sword in his left hand?"

"That's right, that's why the contestants of the epee stream will lose!"

Han Feng was silent.

"That's it, listen up!" Mo Xiao thought that when he said this, Han Feng would suddenly realize, but the other party really didn't notice it at all. "When Chen Chen came down last, he was holding a sword in his left hand! In other words, his attack in the air was just a bait to tempt the other party to be fooled, mistakenly thinking that he was holding a sword in his right hand!

Hearing this, Han Feng finally understood, "I understand, the direction of the sword with the left hand and the right hand is slightly different, and the other party is blocking the direction of the sword with the right hand, but Chen Chen is using the left hand, and the difference in direction also leads to the failure of the heavy sword flow contestants to block!"

Mo Xiao nodded, "When Chen Chen came on the field, he used his right hand to draw his sword, but the hilt of the sword was on his right shoulder!

Han Feng gestured, "Indeed, the sword is held in the right hand, and the hilt is mostly on the left shoulder!"

"So, I knew from the beginning that Chen Chen would win!"

"Oh! admire!" Han Feng was completely convinced of Mo Xiao at this moment!