"Oh, lost?" Xiao Cheng raised his eyebrows, but said with a cold smile: "If you can really defeat me, now you won't be here to make a big fuss, strength, not with this mouth, but this!" Raising the fist in his hand, Xiao Cheng said coldly: "If you can defeat me, just let the horse come, Xiao Cheng will wait here!"

Xiao Yu's eyes flashed coldly, the wooden sword in his hand had been raised horizontally, his eyes were slightly closed, but the Xuan Qi was gushing out desperately, covering the tip of the sword, at the same time, Xiao Yu's legs continued to move with mysterious steps, phantom, like a butterfly, with a special rhythm and beauty, the whole body, it seemed to have a feeling of gradually sinking into the air.

Finally, Xiao Yu moved, just like a predatory cheetah, the wooden sword in his hand stabbed out, it seemed to be unpretentious, but it reached a realm of great ingenuity!

It's a sword soul!

Xiao Yu only had a soft spot for swords in his previous life, and this life coincided with his meeting, and the Huangji Sword Spirit was stationed in his dantian, although he couldn't give him much help in a short period of time, but the countless sword training intentions contained in the Huangji Sword Spirit could be of great help to Xiao Yu.

But all those who are mysterious, on the contrary, have a first glimpse of the meaning of martial arts and have mastered certain skills, so their every move, every move, and every move contains a subtle rhythm.

This is the "potential!"

But Xiao Yu's swordsmanship has reached the point of great ingenuity, not only has a sword momentum, but also has a unique feeling, as if there is a soul in the sword, reaching the realm of the sword soul!

Using momentum to drive weapons, compared to using the heart and soul to drive weapons, after all, it is inferior!

Xiao Yan looked at this sword blankly, although it was just a flat stab in a simple basic sword move, it was extremely simple, but there was a sudden feeling of irresistibility in his heart, as if under this sword, any dodge was in vain.

When it comes to the control of sword intent, Xiao Yu is not known how many layers worse than Xiao Yu, so it is naturally not surprising to have this feeling.

It was just a simple action, and the momentum of Xiao Cheng's stored attack was interrupted, and the sword in his hand had not yet been issued, but there was a feeling of unsustainability.

The tiger roared, Xiao Cheng did not retreat but advanced, he now understands that if he retreats, I am afraid that this game will really be lost, and the momentum will be lost, under Xiao Yu's continuous attack, he will soon be defeated.

Xiao Yan was also decisive, and pulled out the Thousand Flame Sword in his hand, and roared angrily, and his swordsmanship changed suddenly, and it turned out to be a big opening and closing, and it slashed on Xiao Yu's wooden sword.

One force to ten Hui, Xiao Yu is also smart, knowing that he is far inferior to Xiao Yu in the comprehension of swordsmanship, he simply uses the strength of Xuan Qi to suppress Xiao Yu, and strives to drag Xiao Yu down in a short time.

"Dangdang Dang!" In just an instant, the two swords intersected dozens of times, and the sonorous sound was endless, and the disciples in the audience only saw the excitement, but Xiao Baizhan's face was filled with a trace of seriousness.

Xiao Yu's comprehension in the way of the sword has far exceeded his imagination, watching his sword, although there is no too thick Xuan Qi entangled, but there is already a trace of soul!

This sword soul is different from the sword rhyme, as long as the sword rhyme enters the door to the sword technique, you can understand a thing or two, but this sword soul is not available without great understanding and perseverance, even if it is Xiao Baizhan, it is just a first glimpse of the door, but this sword soul is now appearing in his son, which makes Xiao Baizhan not surprised?

And looking at its combat experience, it is also very sophisticated. Xiao Cheng has already fought with many mysterious beasts in the cold ice forest, and he has a lot of combat experience, but now he is led by Xiao Yu's nose, if he can't find out, it will be a matter of time before he loses

Xiao Baizhan was already a little surprised, how did Xiao Yu, the sword soul, comprehend, even if it was an ordinary basic sword technique, it was very different in his hands!

sighed, and seemed to murmur slightly: "Little guy, there are really a lot of secrets!"

But Tang Mei didn't have such rich combat experience as Xiao Baizhan, so she couldn't see anything, but seeing Xiao Baizhan's face relaxed, her mind was also relaxed, looking at the two figures who were still fighting fiercely in the field, Tang Mei's red lips pursed slightly, revealing a charming smile: "It seems that the little guy really didn't disappoint my sister."

In the ring, Xiao Cheng was already soaking wet, constantly making violent gasping sounds, and it was difficult for people to imagine that this was still the majestic one-star warrior just now.

He is a little depressed now, he wants to fight with Xiao Yu, but Xiao Yu seems to have penetrated his thoughts a long time ago, the timing of the sword is extremely accurate, always stabbing on his sword hilt at the moment when his sword is old, and the power always explodes at this time, making his wrist still numb for a while.

But Xiao Yu still looked light, as if the blow just now was just a matter of course.

With a long sigh, Xiao Cheng stood up, his eyes were already full of fighting intent, and the whole person was like an open bowstring, and there was a hint of awe-inspiring meaning in an instant.

With the sword weapon in hand, Xiao Yuan's face was also filled with a hint of Ling Ran's meaning, Xiao Yu's strength aroused his competitive heart, who is Xiao Yuan, the only one in the younger generation of the Xiao family who has reached the existence of a warrior, and the only one who dares to train in the cold ice forest, is naturally a little arrogant.

The tip of the sword pointed to the ground, Xiao Cheng's face was expressionless, but the originally sluggish momentum suddenly rose, and the whole person was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, exuding a blazing momentum!

"Xiao Yu, if you take my final sword, the name of the Xiao family's number one will be given to you!" A burst of red light flashed on the tip of Xiao Yu's sword, and he suddenly said proudly.

Xiao Yu's face was unwavering, and the wooden sword was still raised, as if it was like this from the beginning: "There is so much nonsense, what tricks are there, show it, can I still be afraid of you?"

"Refreshing!" Xiao Cheng let out a long roar, the essence of the short sword flashed, and the whole person was like a dragon, flying towards Xiao Yu, the short sword was like a fire dragon, constantly twisting and flying in the air.

"Haha, Xiao Yu, take my move Thousand Fire Dragon Sword!" Xiao Yu roared, and the short sword turned into a flash of fire, like thunder and slashed towards Xiao Yu.

In the face of Xiao Yan's move, Xiao Yu smiled faintly, but the wooden sword in his hand turned weirdly, and the light suddenly appeared, and eight shining sword flowers appeared in everyone's sight in an instant.

These eight sword flowers seem ordinary, but Xiao Cheng was shocked to find that every sword flower is blocking his retreat! Gritting his teeth, Xiao Yu secretly used Xuan Qi to protect himself, and his speed did not decrease but increased, and at this time, whoever retreated first would lose!

"The sword flower is out, the fire dragon falls!" Xiao Yu shouted, and raised the wooden sword in his hand high, and the eight sword flowers seemed to be controlled, and they flew towards Xiao Yuan.

There was a boiling in the audience, what did Xiao Yu show just now?

It's eight flowers!

This kind of ordinary sword technique, if ordinary people can cultivate to one sword and three flowers, it is amazing, but Xiao Yu actually completed the cultivation of all eight flowers, is this person a demon?

In the stands, Xiao Baizhan slapped his hands, and stood up regardless of his image, but his face was uncontrollable with joy: "Okay! My son Xiao Baizhan, who wants to say that it is a waste, Lao Tzu is the first to abolish him!"

How could a person who could cultivate into a sword and eight flowers with basic sword skills be a waste!

And in the stands, Xiao Cheng just felt a pair of white and slender wrists, as if the gods were churning rapidly, like a dance of the gods, so beautiful, changing, but full of forest momentum!

That fire dragon instantly had eight more sword flowers on its body, and with a wail, it suddenly broke!

"Bang bang!" Xiao Cheng took eight steps back, but his face was pale, and the hand holding the sword was already trembling slightly.

The throat turned slightly, and a bitter voice came out of the throat with difficulty: "I lost!"