No. 8 saw that Qin Wushuang's momentum was like a rainbow, but he was not afraid, and with a spread of his palm, an extra long sword shaped like autumn water appeared, and he clicked forward three times, and three cold-like sword flowers pierced the void, directly through Qin Wushuang's attack wave, and attacked Qin Wushuang's body.

These three sword flowers are very beautiful, the angles are tricky, the momentum is ingenious, and they can even break through the airflow formed by the whip shadow in the sky, which shows that this person has good attainments in swordsmanship.

Qin Wushuang naturally wouldn't be hit by these three sword flowers, and the serpentine whip shook violently, just like a fierce beast, and immediately swallowed these three sword flowers, and with a roll of air, it disappeared cleanly.

"With a sword?" Qin Wushuang pointed his toes on the ground, swept a few steps back, put away the snake-shaped whip, hid it in his waist, and suddenly reached into his back, and suddenly pulled out the Ziyang Sword.

"This sword, called Ziyang, I just got it today. Let's take Your Excellency to test the sword, how about it?" Qin Wushuang had a calm tone, a purple yang sword in his hand, and he only pinched a sword trick, and suddenly his bearing was self-reliant. There is a faint kind of great grandmaster's bearing.

Sword skills, Qin Wushuang has studied countless times in his previous life, but in this life, although he occasionally has feelings, it is the first time that he has really used it against the enemy.

But this first time is not the first time in the true sense of a rookie.

One person and one sword, as if he had an eternal long-cherished wish, as if he was destined to meet, Qin Wushuang held the sword in his hand, and countless sword intents from his previous life suddenly came flooding in.

Countless top-notch sword skills kept emerging in his mind.

"Dugu Nine Swords", "Taiji Sword", "Dharma Sword" ...... No. 8 couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when he saw that Qin Wushuang was so big and dared to use the sword he got to fight him, but since the start of the war, he had completely been controlled by the other party in terms of momentum.

At this time, the other party actually did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, and actually changed his weapon halfway, which was a good thing for him, and sneered at the moment: "The sword that is obtained today is used against the enemy, but your self-confidence is not ordinarily strong." ”

"Haha, it's not that I'm confident, it's that my opponent is too weak. ”

Qin Wushuang's laughter fell, and suddenly a sword stabbed out of his hands and feet. This sword is flat and neat, at best, it can only be regarded as decent, and there is no kendo attainment at all.

But it was this hairy sword that surprised the eight. The air flow from the tip of the sword was like a rolling heat wave, and before it was near, it already made him feel an unbearable heat rushing to his face.

This sword, but it is a sword that Qin Wushuang tentatively stood, which is in line with the artistic conception of "no move to win, there is a move", it seems that there is no move, but in fact, behind a sword, there are countless possibilities for changing moves.

If the other party receives this trick, then the next trick will be rolling, and the tricks will come one after another, so that he will be overwhelmed and unable to get out.

It's just that the eighth is very keen, he saw that Qin Wushuang's sword was completely informal, and he knew that there was a deception, so he didn't take it at all, but took a few steps back. The sword body shook, and his body was like a swimming dragon, and he quickly swept towards Qin Wushuang, volleying in the air, stabbing out the Dao sword again and again, and beckoning towards Qin Wushuang's vital parts.

"Humph!"

No. 8 snorted coldly, and every time he stabbed a sword, his mouth never stopped, and said, "My sword has defeated no less than ten innate people, and you will not be an exception!"

As he spoke, his figure flashed rapidly, and he didn't stop for a moment. With his body technique, the sword is extremely fast, and the speed of the shot is almost impossible for onlookers to see the speed of his sword.

As soon as Qin Wushuang saw his formation, he knew that he was planning to win with speed and use the fast sword to win!

"Compare speed?" Qin Wushuang smiled in his heart, "Since my debut, who have I lost to in terms of speed?" This guy seems to be proud of speed, so I will defeat him in speed!"

Qin Wushuang was not lazy, with the Ziyang Sword in hand, he was not in a hurry to attack, but kept following the eighth number in a circle. Follow the opponent's attack and keep changing your steps.

In terms of absolute speed, the "Lingyun Immortal Step" does not look very impressive. He is full of strangeness in his small range of movements and changes.

This weirdness made Qin Wushuang look like a ghost in terms of speed, which was simply unpredictable. In this way, the people watching the battle in the audience were naturally amazed.

No. 8's swordsmanship is certainly fast, but No. 6's body technique is faster. Not only fast, but also weird, strange that they couldn't predict where he would go next.

"This guy, where did he come from?" Number Eight attacked for a moment, and his heart was also a little anxious, he had fought with many innate disciples before, but he had never encountered a person as difficult as the one in front of him.

When attacking, the momentum is like a mad tiger, and the momentum is amazing. When it comes to defense, it is also leaky, and there is no room to be found at all.

Such a master should be very famous among the younger generation of the Star Luo Palace, but why had he never heard of such a demonic figure in the Star Luo Hall beforehand?

Could it be that this guy is an innate disciple who has only recently emerged?

On the outside of the camp, Wei Yi's face was still flat, but the surprise in his heart was obviously much better than before. He really didn't expect that this newly emerging young junior disciple would be so old, whether it was his body style or combat experience, he didn't look like a novice at all. I can't see any immaturity at all, some are just old, and they are lightweight-bearing.

"Senior Brother Wei. Zhou Fu's voice suddenly sounded.

"Senior Sister Zhou, is there another senior sister sighing?" Wei Yi asked with a smile.

Xiaomei wanted to retract the earlier sentence. Zhou Fu frowned, with a somewhat happy smile.

"Oh, Senior Sister Zhou said a lot of words today, but I don't know which sentence I mean?"

"It's the one I said that Senior Brother Wei was prescient about who the championship would fall into before. Zhou Fu said with a smile.

"Huh?" Wei Yi smiled dumbly, "Could it be that Senior Sister Zhou has a new understanding?"

"I believe Senior Brother Wei can also see that the eighth will definitely be defeated. When Zhou Fu said this, he paused deliberately, and stared at Wei Yi with a pair of beautiful eyes, as if to observe his expression when he heard this.

Wei Yi smiled faintly: "Innate battles are changing rapidly, I'm afraid it's still difficult to make a conclusion at this time, right?"

In fact, Wei Yi didn't see the situation of No. 8? It seems that he is indeed attacking and taking the initiative. But the other party's body style obviously couldn't find any flaws. If it continues to be consumed like this, the attacking side will be impetuous after a long time without results. If you can't suppress your impetuous mentality, your sword intent will inevitably lose your charter and take advantage of the opponent's weakness!

Zhou Fu's vision can naturally see this. And Wei Yi is better than Zhou Fu in terms of cultivation means and vision, so naturally it is impossible not to see it.

Sure enough, the No. 8 couldn't be attacked for a long time, and his mentality had changed slightly, and his spiritual power urged again, dancing in a long robe, and suddenly, his body style changed again.

The speed unexpectedly accelerated again, and for a while, the figures in the ring were full of figures, constantly conjuring up rows of afterimages, as if in an instant, this No. 8 gave birth to dozens or hundreds of clones, and kept beckoning Qin Wushuang.

The sword light was vertical and horizontal, stabbing the void "crackling" and making a chaotic sound.

At this time, under the ring, everyone was already holding their breath, and they knew that if the battle reached this stalemate, it would not be far from separating the winner.

Especially Yan Feng, his fists were clenched tightly. The moment Qin Wushuang showed the Ziyang Sword, he had already recognized it, and almost blurted out "Okay", but fortunately, he was still restrained and did not lose his temper too much. But it's already overjoyed.

"Senior Brother Qin...... Hold on!" Yan Feng squeezed his palms fiercely. The eight-dignitude sword technique is really fast, and the body technique is completely seamless. If this were to be replaced by these acquired martial artists, I am afraid that there would be twenty of them, and they would only be killed in seconds.

It's so fast, so fast that they can't even be seen by onlookers. So how difficult is the situation of the authorities!

"This number eight has probably reached the realm of 'the unity of man and sword'. The sword was in his hand, no different from an arm, too fast, too free. ”

There was a sigh of admiration from the crowd, and those who were originally optimistic about Qin Wushuang couldn't help but waver at this time, feeling that under such a fast sword, it was impossible for No. 6 to retreat with his whole body!

However, how could the innate world be speculated by these acquired martial artists?

The impossibility in their eyes is full of possibilities in the innate world!

Qin Wushuang was very happy, this sword move was indeed fast, but it was also the level of the "Wind Thunder Knife". In terms of speed, it may be faster than the "Wind Thunder Knife", but in terms of ruthlessness and the heart of killing, it may not be able to win against that fierce Wuji!

Qin Wushuang's Ziyang Sword suddenly swung, his body rolled violently, twisting into a tornado, and the Ziyang Sword in his hand spun up, forming an air mass that seemed to attack and defend, like a cannonball, and rushed straight over.

He had completely seen through the sword intent of the Eight. If the sword intent is seen through, then all the fast swords of the other party are nothing more than a trick. As long as you dodge the deadliest sword, all the other void swords are simply showcases that fuel power.

Jingling!

Qin Wushuang's Purple Yang Sword was handed forward, extremely fast.

This sword was accurate, direct, without any error, and it hit directly, which was worthy of the sword body of No. 8.

The sword body was framed, and all the sword momentum suddenly lost its meaning, and the focus of the competition suddenly became a competition for spiritual power.

Qin Wushuang urged three times in a row, and the Ziyang Sword emitted a piercing "buzzing" sword sound, only to hear the sound of "Kala", and the autumn water-like sword body of No. 8 suddenly dimmed. In the gloom, a notch immediately appeared like a sawed tooth!

The collision of swords and swords, the Ziyang Sword, a complete victory!

Qin Wushuang laughed: "I have learned your swordsmanship, now see my finger sword!"

After speaking, he inserted the Ziyang Sword behind his back, danced with both hands, connected his fingertips, and lowered his thumbs together, and two "Shaoshang Swords" spewed out, like a double dragon playing with pearls, one left and one right, with two rich real swords, stabbing straight over.

The eighth didn't expect that Qin Wushuang's fingertips could spew out a sword-like attack, and he hurriedly returned to the sword to block, but this block could only hinder the momentum for a while.

Qin Wushuang's sword momentum was complete, and the sword intent of "Heavenly Vein Condensation Sword" was masterpiece, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and with the dancing of his fingertips, he continued to stab out, and all kinds of sword momentum came one after another, like raindrops, splitting his head and covering his face.

This shuttle shuttle, which is comparable to a bullet, is not at all able to resist by No. 8 at this time, only three or four times, and then was hit by a "Zhongchong sword" in the shoulder blade, and immediately shot through a large hole, bleeding like an infusion!

(To be continued)