"What's your name?" he asked.

Chen Feiping injured the enemy with one move, and he couldn't help but be proud in his heart, raised his thin eyebrows slightly, and said proudly: "The wind helps the clouds cover the sun from the rain, and the cold light gives birth to Bixia in one day! This is my Chen family's family heirloom - Bixia Seven Swords! This move is the first style, the cloud is out of Bixiasheng! You can see it today, it is your luck!"

"It's really amazing!" Lei Luo sighed, and then the corners of his mouth twitched: "However, if you want to defeat me, these are not enough!"

Chen Fei smiled flatly: "Your embarrassed appearance just now has explained a lot of problems, how useful can a hard mouth be?"

Lei Luo smiled slightly, and pointed a gun at Chen Feiping with one hand: "It's the ability to dodge, and being chic has to pay the price, don't talk nonsense, come again!"

This time, he chose to attack, the Soul Breaker Gun was contained but not vomited, half shrunk and half hidden, with both the dexterity of short soldiers and the might of long soldiers. The length is as smooth as you like, like a silver dragon hidden in the void, killing Chen Feiping directly.

Since the opponent's sword is so powerful, then take the lead while it has not risen, and if it is still unable to resist, it is convenient to withdraw and dodge because of the initiative.

Chen Feiping naturally saw his thoughts, but he didn't care, as a disciple of a famous family, he was very proud and confident. In the previous two moves, he already knew the details of Lei Luo, if he only talked about the moves, he was not a little stronger than him.

The clouds and mist rose again, the blue light loomed, Chen Feiping's body exuded bursts of powerful momentum, and the long sword in his hand hung but did not fire, braking quietly, like a fisherman waiting for a net.

Thunder's arms trembled sharply, and the Soul Breaker Spear flew vertically and horizontally, sending out several powerful winds, intending to split the gradually growing clouds and mist.

Chen Feiping snorted coldly, and the sword momentum suddenly turned, and the clouds and blue light instantly converged, converging in one place, like a giant blade across the sky, and the soul breaking spear was swept away, and with his heavy drink, it was suddenly suppressed.

The thunderbolt flashed sharply, turned the gun and stabbed back, Zhenyuan was everywhere, and a layer of brilliance faintly appeared on the gun's body, colliding with the clouds and mist that were about to condense into substance.

With a bang, the two figures immediately separated.

Chen Feiping took a few steps back, took a deep breath, and a cold smile flashed in his eyes.

Lei Luo retreated further, he originally took the initiative, because the opponent's moves were too subtle, he had to become a defensive position, and because his moves were ordinary, he could not exert the maximum attack power, so he retreated again and again, and his shoulder was also swept by the escaping sword qi, leaving a slight wound.

"Come again!" he said, with an unchanging expression, let out a low growl, and thrust his spear out again.

Chen Fei's plane sank like water, and he pounced on it without saying a word.

Unsurprisingly, this time the collision added another wound to Lei Luo's body, although it was not serious, it always looked a little embarrassed. And Chen Feiping was unscathed except for a slight panting.

The strength of the two is equal, Lei Luo is slightly inferior to the other party at most, and the reason why he has been injured one after another is completely inferior to the moves.

This is the benefit of a famous family.

Countless years of heritage and accumulation, all kinds of exquisite moves and resources, coupled with the guidance of the family master system, his descendants are inevitably different from Lei Luo, a native warrior.

It's unfair, but it can't be changed.

If it weren't for Chen Feiping's lack of heat, he would not have been so simple as a minor injury.

Another fight, another injury......

Lei Luo seems to have played out a fire, and he attacks again and again, attacks, and attacks again and again......

Gradually, there were more and more wounds on his body, and the clothes on his upper body almost became strips of cloth.

From beginning to end, the two heads of the family looked at it with a smile, in his opinion, every time Lei Luo was injured, it was equivalent to a point of face in the sea, and he was also proud in his heart. When Lei Luo is unable to fight again and falls to the ground, the face of the Yunxiao Martial Academy will be completely lost, and when the time comes, he will still have the face to mention family affairs again!

An elder said in a worried low voice: "Courtyard Master, this is not a way, qi and blood are the source of a person's strength, he has shed a lot of blood now, sooner or later he will not be able to hold on, if he is not careful, I am afraid that he will be wasted under the other party's hands! Not only will we lose the face of our Martial Academy, but we will also not be able to explain to Dao Yuan!"

Hai Wuya shook his head slowly: "Not necessarily! In my opinion, although Lei Luo is at a disadvantage and is very embarrassed, as long as it does not hurt the roots, these injuries look serious, but in fact there is no danger." Before, I thought that he was not Chen Feiping's opponent at all, and I was indeed a little worried, but who knew that this kid's performance surprised me! He can fight with the other party in this situation with only his own understanding and instinct, which is really rare! Moreover, as far as I know, this guy is very clever, and he has never been a loser! He can obviously change his style of play, but now he is stunned to fight like this, don't you think it's strange?"

"This ...... The subordinates are ashamed, and ask the master of the hospital for guidance!"

"Normally, no one is stupid enough to fight with the other party even though he is injured, if this happens, then he must have a plan, or a plan. The two of them have similar strength and the same realm, but what is inferior is only the subtlety of their moves and the amount of combat experience. If I'm not mistaken, he must be trying to improve his combat experience, you know, how rare it is to have an opponent with similar strength to himself in such a battle......"

The elder was surprised, "It's worth taking such a desperate risk just to improve your experience?

"Of course it's more than that!" Hai Wuya still looked at them with a focused expression, and continued: "Haven't you noticed that although Chen Feiping's moves are exquisite, but for so long a day, he only has three moves back and forth?

"I think that Lei Luo saw this clearly, so he did not hesitate to try his moves, wanting to take the opportunity to find out the flaws in the opponent's swordsmanship, so as to seize the opportunity and turn defeat into victory. ”

The elder was puzzled: "That's a family heirloom swordsmanship, isn't it the same as Xiaoke! With Lei Luo's cultivation as an insight, I'm afraid I can't find out the flaws in it so easily, right?!"

Hai Wuya smiled faintly: "There is no kind of sword technique in the world that is flawless! Our Thunder Wind and Rain Sword is like this, the Xuantian Sword Sect's Flying Star Sword Technique is like this, and the Chen family's Bixia Seven Swords are the same! Besides, Chen Feiping is young and vigorous, and his heart is impetuous, and he has the upper hand at this moment, and it is inevitable that he will be careless in his heart, if he only has these means, then even if Lei Luo can't defeat him, he will definitely not be defeated! At most, he will be injured and look embarrassed......

The disciples of those martial arts academy also began to talk to each other, whispering, they usually saw Lei Luo look like a hanger and a hippie smile, how could they have thought that this guy still had such strength! Although there was less attack and more defense at the moment, it still did not hinder everyone's surprise and appreciation.

With the passage of time, the second head of the family gradually became a little impatient, and scolded secretly: I didn't expect this stinky boy to be so difficult, he was about to be beaten into a dead dog by Ping'er, but he just couldn't hold on!

Indeed, the appearance of thunder now can no longer be described as embarrassing, it should be said to be miserable.

The black belt of his hair had long been cut by the sword qi, his hair hung down scatteredly, and there were several blood marks on his face, which looked a little hideous and terrifying, his clothes were in tatters, and dozens of wounds were extremely eye-catching, most of them were still slowly oozing blood, mixed with the sweat all over his body, and kept dripping on the bluestone bricks under his feet, turning into a little dark red.

On the other hand, Chen Feiping, except for some wrinkles in his clothes, some uneven breath, and some sweat on his forehead, he was unharmed.

In the eyes of many people, the winner and the loser are basically divided.

However, is this really the case?