Tang Ge was defeated, and Nangong Changfeng won the second game. Everyone was amazed by the wonder of Nangong Changfeng's swordsmanship. As soon as the ring was cleared, the underworld gang Flying Soul Villa, a group of gray-clothed and masked, very mysterious masters, saw a young man in a silver-faced white robe, carrying a silver sword at his waist, like a meteor chasing the sky into the ring.

Holding the hilt of the sword in one hand, the battle intent in his eyes was strong, and he said, "Nangong Changfeng, it's really powerful." Flying Soul Villa, You Shiduo, specially come to teach. ”

After that, the sword was out of its sheath, and if the silver lightning flashed, the powerful sword qi overturned half of the heaven and earth and pressed towards Nangong Changfeng!

"Wow! Legend has it that he can exert ten times the speed and strength when he draws his sword, and ninety percent of his opponents have already lost when he draws his sword! It seems that Nangong Changfeng is in danger! ”

The silver lightning killed, and in an instant, Nangong Changfeng's figure disappeared, and he heard the ghosts and gods whispering, "Ghost slashing ghosts!" ”

In an instant, the priest on the field felt that Nangong Changfeng had disappeared, and hundreds of sword qi were killing all around him! Dangdang, dangdang, draw the sword like a god, and the silver sword flashes!

With a snort, You Shiduo was struck in the shoulder by a sword, and he took ten steps backwards and stepped out of the ring.

"Lost again! Oops, I can't imagine that You Shiduo's sword drawing style, the ghostly speed can't even break Nangong Changfeng! The crowd was amazed again.

Nangong Changfeng put away his sword and said lightly: "Not bad." You blocked my sixty percent ghost slaying sword qi. ”

You Shi Duo bowed his hand slightly: "Nangong Changfeng, the show of the thirteen swordsmen's swords, is worthy of its name." I saw it today. ”

With that, he flew back to his seat.

As soon as You Shiduo retreated, a green-shirted disciple of the Four Empty Gates of the Futu Gate, holding a green bamboo sword, flew to the stage in a dashing manner. The comer, who is no more than twenty years old, holds a green bamboo and jade sword, arches his hand on the stage, and smiles slightly: "Below, the disciple of the four empty sects of Futu Mountain, Lin Gaosong." Brother Tai's trick of slaying ghosts and slashing ghosts is really exquisite. I can't do it, but I want to learn it. Please give me more advice. ”

After saying that, Lin Gaosong slowly held the jade sword, walked lightly, and attacked Nangong Changfeng. Nangong Changfeng saw that the opponent's strength was mediocre, and he didn't want to show his stunts, so he showed his divine and ghost skills, and the sword drew pieces of killing to surround Lin Gaosong.

He made a slow move, the other party was really ruthless, and Lin Gaosong was not in a hurry, suddenly like an immortal step, holding a jade sword like a dance, jumping simply, and simply lifting the sword to resolve Nangong Changfeng's moves one by one.

"Immortals are flashing in eight steps, and ironwork swordsmanship. This Lin Gaosong seems to be useless, but in fact, his skills are not lower than those in front of him. I thought that Guan Lou could only perform one immortal eight steps at the beginning, but this Lin Gaosong was so easy to use five steps. It seems that he is a clumsy person. Zhao Xue analyzed when he saw this.

"Yes, Nangong Changfeng's attack was as fast as a ghost, and it was easily defused. The disciples of Futu Mountain are really not simple. Ye Si also nodded.

Nangong Changfeng chased after more than a dozen moves, but it was useless, but Lin Gaosong gradually controlled the rhythm. Immediately said coldly: "It's really not simple. That being the case, as you wish, the ghosts! ”

Suddenly, Lin Gaosong felt that Nangong Changfeng disappeared in front of him, and there were only a few hundred sword qi left around him. Lin Gaosong immediately retreated, and his body turned into a ghost shadow and disappeared in an instant.

In an instant, the two figures disappeared at the same time, and only pieces of golden light were visible. Guan Er, called all his life, saw that Lin Gaosong was knocked out of the circle, and there were already a few more sword marks in his skills.

"Defeated again! The masters of Futu Mountain were also defeated. Nangong Changfeng, this is a trick to eat all over the world. The crowd sighed again.

"You've seen through my Demon Slayer! Yes, I hope to be able to talk to you again in the future. Nangong Changfeng looked at Lin Gaosong, showing a rare hint of appreciation.

Lin Gaosong put away his sword and said with a smile: "Okay, I will definitely ask you for advice again in the future." It's worth the trip to be able to play with a master like you. ”

After that, Lin Gaosong withdrew.

Seeing that Nangong Changfeng has won one after another, almost all the young heroes on and off the stage have no need to go on stage again. If you can't see through his moves, even if you come to power, you can only lose.

"Young heroes, there is still something to continue to challenge. If so, don't delay. Otherwise, it will be the first place in the world today, but it will belong to Nangong Changfeng. Seeing that no one came to the stage, Ji Cheng stood on the side of the stage and shouted again.

"I was born in heaven and earth, and the sword is empty for eternity. Invincible, who dares to compete! ”

At this time, seeing the young man with the black iron sword in the Heavenly God Gate, he finally stood up and walked out, while uttering arrogant words, Ruo Ling Ran Cangsong straightened up and stepped on the stage.

"Who is this? Haven't seen it before? It's too much! The crowd looked and shook their heads, but no one knew him.

"Shaoxia, I don't know who I studied with, but I have such confidence." Ji Cheng looked puzzled on the side and asked with a smile.

"Sword God Meixin disciple, Qiu Ran, today is to sweep away the heroes and make a name for my master." The young man smiled faintly.

"Disciple of the Sword God Eyebrows! No wonder the tone is so big, the nun with eyebrows has not been out of the mountain gate for more than ten years, and it turns out that she already has an heir. However, this kid looks too arrogant. Strength is really hard to measure. There was a round of talking.

"Disciple of the Sword God's eyebrows. The legendary second master of swordsmanship, in terms of swordsmanship, is only ranked below the people of Ziliu Dao. Her disciple will definitely not be bad, and he dares to compete with Nangong Changfeng, and eighty percent has already broken the Demon Slaying Sword. Ye Si pondered.

"Sword God disciple? This tone is not small, but I don't know if I really have the ability. We'll see. He Mingming said with a smile.

"It turned out to be a disciple of the Sword God. Then, Nangong Changfeng understood. ”

Nangong Changfeng said a word, and suddenly launched a speedy attack, in an instant, the space fluctuated, the figure disappeared, the sword aura was like a majestic wind, and the real Demon Slayer Sword shot out, and the unreserved momentum was ten times stronger than the previous one!

"This is the real strength of Nangong Changfeng! His battle just now had only taken two or three successes, and it seemed that in the face of the disciple of the Sword God, he finally had the will to fight. Ji Cheng looked back and smiled.

The majestic sword intent struck, and the ring had become a battlefield for killing, but when he saw Qiu Ran's face, he put away his joking smile, and suddenly drew his sword, and there was a buzz in an instant! The speed of the sword was so fast that people couldn't see his hand, only felt a thunderclap, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be still!

"The sword of the ground word, a leaf is drifting!"

With a long roar, Qiu Ran drew his sword and turned into a circle, and in an instant, there were more than ten feet around the ring, everything was destroyed, and the violent cyclone exploded in an instant, and hundreds of people in the audience were directly overturned and rolled away. And the center of the ring instantly became a static vacuum, only pieces of golden sparks, like pieces of fireflies spinning and fluttering!

Zhao Xue and the other kendo masters were all stunned, and their eyes erupted with strong admiration!

"What a move! The best in the world! Zhao Xue said with emotion.

In the center of the ring, it became a vacuum sword spin, an unprecedented pressure pressed on the body, Nangong Changfeng's figure was instantly exposed, and that Qiu Ran waved the sword wantonly, the sword light was like a river of gold, if the road was golden, and then the space was chaotic.

"Demon Slayer!"

With a cold roar, Nangong Changfeng rushed out of the circle in one step, and then used the ghost slashing ghost to break through the vacuum created by a leaf drifting, turning the strong qi into Dao killing intent, constantly impacting Qiu Ran.

Outsiders saw that circle, in the terrifying and quiet space, the electric light flashed rapidly, and the figure was like a faint ghost, engaged in an unpredictable battle.

When Nangong Changfeng finished casting the fifth Demon Slashing Sword, the entire Leaf Drifting Space had already collapsed. And at this moment, seeing that Qiu Ran laughed: "Nangong Changfeng, it's a little interesting." Then see me again Qiuran Tianzi Sword, heaven and earth are free! ”

Suddenly pulled out of the ground and provoked, holding a sword from the sky! Stunned, the heaven and earth were coerced by the sword qi to the east and killed, the entire space qi was a sword, the grass and trees were a sword, and the sand and stone were a sword, and even Nangong Changfeng felt that his body, the sword in his hand was also pulled by the other party, and it became the sword qi used by the other party! In the face of such a terrifying sword intent, he was like a rabbit caught by a tiger.

"Move!"

Nangong Changfeng knew that he was invincible, and a sword slashed out, and the earth broke through the ten-zhang deep ditch. Immediately following the broken aura, Nangong Changfeng stepped out of the circle and retracted his sword to admit defeat.

"Hey, why don't you fight? I'm at ease in this world, and I haven't gotten out yet! Qiu Ran followed to the ground, his face full of confusion.

"You won, and if you make this move, I will definitely lose. Sure enough, there is still a mountain high, and I will go back and cultivate for a few more days before I can defeat you. Nangong Changfeng said lightly.

"Huh? That's throwing in the towel. Don't you have a second move, the Ghost Slashing Sword, why don't you take it out and use it? Don't look down on me. Qiu Ran said unhappily.

"Slaying ghosts is a trick to gamble on your life. The competition in the ring is a skill, and there is no need to distinguish between life and death. In terms of skill, you have won me. With that, Nangong Changfeng returned to his seat.

"Oops, spoilt! Rain on someone's parade! I only admit defeat halfway through, and I didn't come in vain. Qiu Ran said with annoyance.

"Huh. Just now I doubted if you were really a disciple of Meixin. After all, Meixin's predecessors have always been solemn and serious, how could there be such an unruly disciple as you. Looking at your swordsmanship now, it really lives up to the prestige of the sword god. Young generation, your swordsmanship is indeed one of the best I've ever seen. It's not bragging. Ji Cheng laughed.

"Yes, this kid is not very good, this swordsmanship is really terrifying. It seems that the sword god has a successor. So, I don't know if there are any others who dare to challenge Qiu Ran next. If not, then the leader of this year's World Congress Martial Arts Competition is probably this kid. Yu Wenxiong stood aside and smiled.

Everyone probed their brains for a while, and saw Nangong Changfeng's swordsmanship, which had already made them tremble in their hearts, and now there was an even more terrifying Qiu Ran. Just now, his first sword, a leaf drifted away, and the speed of the sword alone was probably unmatched by anyone present. Just when everyone thought that it was impossible for anyone to dare to challenge Qiu Ran again.

In the underworld gang behind the stage, suddenly there was a black-clothed and masked young man with a cold sword on his back, and he was cold, stepping on the crowd, like a lonely and cold duck arrogantly flying over.

When he came to the ring, he saw that his eyes were red and cold sweat, and he suddenly drew his sword and rushed straight to kill Qiu Ran. That sword is like silver lightning, the body is like a ghost, and it is terrible to kill!