A style of swordsmanship draw!

Nangong Huajian raised his eyebrows, and began to swing his sword according to what Lu Ming said. Because Lu Ming said that this set of swordsmanship does not win with sword moves, but relies on sword momentum, the more sword moves are cast, the more powerful the sword momentum becomes, and it is impermeable!

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?How can it make me feel like I am fluctuating?" Cheng Zifeng suddenly felt that the air flow around his body was unstable, as if he was in a terrifying wave, and the other party was actually getting stronger and stronger with the stabbing of the sword, he had even forced himself on, and he couldn't find his flaws!

This set of swordsmanship can actually be used without any flaws, but why haven't I seen it? My master is a sword master, and I have even obtained the strongest sword master sword treasure!

Cheng Zifeng was extremely surprised, in the surprise, he had to avoid his sharp edge and began to retreat, the gap on his forehead always opened an inconspicuous small slit, always looking at the places where Nangong Huajian might make mistakes, in order to win.

Nangong Huajian unleashed one after another, and he also had a new understanding of the power of this set of swordsmanship in his heart. Nangong Huajian didn't really practice this set of swordsmanship at that time, he just wanted to study it well in the future, after all, Lu Ming's swordsmanship couldn't be wrong, but he didn't expect to use this set of swordsmanship in just a few days, and it was quite effective!

If you have time, you will devote yourself to practicing this set of swordsmanship!

Proud as Nangong Huajian, at this moment he is also as happy as getting a rare treasure, after all, if he has a set of real superior swordsmanship, why bother to practice others?

The swordsmen looked at Nangong Huajian, who had already forced Cheng Zifeng to the edge of the arena step by step. Their hearts were also raised, if Cheng Zifeng left the battle circle, then he would lose, it seems that the victory or defeat is about to be decided at this moment!

With a genius like himself and the eyes of the Sword Saint, he can't defeat Nangong Huajian! Cheng Zifeng has the fire qi that can detonate the planet in his heart, but his feet are already standing on the edge of the arena, and a genius like me will also lose...... Hey?

Cheng Zifeng's eyes on his forehead suddenly found that Nangong Huajian's sword momentum had a momentary stagnation, as if he had not fully comprehended the essence of the swordsmanship. It's just for a moment, though. But enough is enough.

Cheng Zifeng saw this flaw, and the sword in his hand burst out fiercely with the blessing of the fire in his heart!

Nangong Huajian's sword momentum was like an egg that had been found in the gap, and it was directly broken layer by layer. In the end, Cheng Zifeng twisted his body in the air. That fire was completely infused into the sword in his hand.

There was a click! The sword in Nangong Huajian's hand suddenly flew out. And on the hilt of the sword, there was a hand held on it, and the blood contained in it instantly spurted out.

Nangong Huajian's right wrist shot out a fountain of blood. The meridians around his body, which was sending out all his strength, were moving at an unimaginable speed, and as soon as the blood got a place where it could be vented, it all swarmed out.

Whoa...... Big drops of blood fell to the ground, a scene that can only be seen during a rainstorm, Nangong Huajian's face turned pale in an instant!

"What?" The swordsmen who were looking forward to the result of the game suddenly grew their eyes, and their necks stretched out like ducks that had been lifted, and they were surprised one by one and even forgot to breathe, and the next moment, countless people began to rub their eyes vigorously, wanting to see if what they saw was real.

When he clearly saw the severed hand holding the hilt of the sword on the ground, it was still twitching unconsciously, and his heart, which was half cold because of his injury, instantly froze.

This......

The saint didn't know what to say for a while, Fang Cai's battle was indeed thrilling, but in the end he had already taken the advantage, but who would have thought that at the last moment, he was defeated, and it was at the cost of cutting off a palm!

"This is a battle, it is ever-changing, and until the final victory is won, everything is unknown. When Lu Ming rushed out, the saint heard these words in her ears.

Lu Ming once again used skillful and precise means to help Nangong Huajian stop the bleeding, but looking at the bloody wound, Sen Bai's bones were exposed, and his brows couldn't help frowning together.

The silent cold sword on the side, seeing that Lu Ming was also silent, his face became even colder, this is already a lifelong disability, no matter how powerful Lu Ming is, he is powerless.

"It's fine. Nangong Huajian's pale face showed an ugly smile: "On the day I took the sword, I had already prepared for the best and the worst, this is actually nothing compared to life, I still have a left hand." ”

Lu Ming is not good at communicating with people, and he really doesn't know how to say it at the moment, but since Nangong Huajian has such a mentality, it is a good thing, as long as he wants to practice, he can teach him the left-handed sword.

Cheng Zifeng shook his sword, coldly shook off a few drops of blood on it, then looked at Leng Jian, and said: "Leng Jian, everyone around you will suffer because of you, I will cut off the hands of all your contestants one by one!"

He said expressionlessly, although his words were cold, but they were understatements, he looked at Qing'er: "Little girl, you are very lucky, this time you don't have to waste your hands." ”

Lu Ming's face was very cold, revealing a chill, and said: "In the ring, life and death are unpredictable, there is nothing to blame you for today's events, but in the coming day, you and I will get it back." ”

"You?" Cheng Zifeng glanced at Lu Ming with great disdain, and then looked at the wooden sword in his hand, a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, the sword saint eyeballs he got can break the world's swordsmanship, as long as you have flaws, I can find that at this point, I have a high-end that no one in the world can have!

Moreover, the Sword Master's eyeballs contain a large amount of Sword Master power, the more it is integrated with his body, the higher the fit will be, the flaws found will be more extensive and tricky, and his sword qi will become more and more powerful!

When Cheng Zifeng put away his sword, he glanced at Lu Ming very casually, a disdainful smile rose on the corner of his mouth, and he turned to leave.

"This bastard......" Zhuo Ligetu's teeth are about to be crushed, it's okay to look down on me, but you can't look down on my brother! So he made a decision from then on, if he can use the sword again one day, the first thing he will do is to abolish this villain!

The emotions of the swordsmen on the field were once again set off by a wave, and then the eyes of the people looking at Cheng Zifeng were full of respect and awe.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that an old genius like Nangong Huajian was folded in the hands of Cheng Zifeng, this result is really unexpected!"

"Yes, from now on, it seems that the name of this Qingyuan Prefecture on the first day is none other than Cheng Zifeng. ”

"Qing Yuanzhou, hey, you forgot the next game, but it has to be carried out by all the geniuses of the whole empire together, I think that with Cheng Zifeng's ruthless skills and super combat power, there will definitely be his name among the geniuses in the country." ”

The swordsmen whispered, some of them knew Cheng Zifeng's family history, and when they saw the means he was showing now, they instinctively wanted to stay away from him, and it was best not to have anything to do with it.

Cheng Gang's face turned even paler, because he found that whether it was Cheng Zifeng or Nangong Huajian, any set of swordsmanship they used, he could not inherit it without being injured, so he would definitely lose.

"How do these people cultivate? Why can't I?" Seeing that they were not very old, the fire of jealousy in Cheng Gang's heart burned again, but he suddenly noticed a qi machine sweeping beside him, he immediately turned his head and found that a swordsman of his age glanced at him, this person's name was Liu Yanlong, the realm of the six-bladed great sword master, behind him, there were two subordinates.

Cheng Gang quietly dodged back, these people are the subordinates of the No. 2 Holy Maiden, they came here, obviously they came to watch the battle, hoping to find a genius from it, become their own subordinates, and strengthen their own forces.

Cheng Gang knew that the reason why the other party glanced at him was actually that he was between them and Cheng Zifeng, and it seemed that his performance had already attracted the attention of the already well-fledged No. 2 Holy Maiden.

He didn't plan to tell his boss about it, because any of these geniuses could completely overshadow his own light.

He didn't know how the saint begged Lu Ming not to hurt him when he fought against Lu Ming.

Lu Ming's indifferent eyes just glanced at it, and he completely knew Cheng Gang's thoughts, and following his eyes, he saw Liu Yanlong with a proud face. This person is also quite talented in appearance, and his realm is not bad, reaching the height of the Eight Blades Great Sword Master, it seems that he is quite interested in Cheng Zifeng.

Liu Yanlong saw Cheng Zifeng's performance, his eyes suddenly lit up, if he could invite this person to the Holy Maiden's subordinates, then his overall strength would inevitably rise to a higher level, and he would also be favored by the Holy Maiden, and he would get more benefits.

Thinking of the various benefits that could be obtained, Liu Yanlong smiled proudly, walked in front of Cheng Zifeng with two subordinates, politely gave a slight salute, and said: "Under Liu Yanlong, he is a subordinate of the second great saint of the Sword Hall, and it is really admirable to see the performance of Brother Ren this time. ”

Liu Yanlong's words are not unkind, and his posture is low enough, after all, the height of the saint's future is incomparable to the hall master.

The swordsmen sighed with envy: "Now that the game has just ended, there is already a powerful person like the Holy Maiden throwing an olive branch, a genius is a genius!"

"The Holy Maiden will have the opportunity to worship the Three Great Sword Priests in the future, at this point, there are only three people in the entire continent who have a chance, such a powerful force, I'm afraid that a Holy Maiden can be compared to our entire Qingyuan Prefecture, right?"

"How can there be a comparison between the two?" the other sword student corrected: "The three great sword priests, that is the source of one of the swords of our entire continent, worshipping the sword priest is equivalent to climbing to the top, as long as you stretch out your hand, then you can reach the sky!" (To be continued......)