Under the attention of everyone, Xuan Mingxin was the first to show her weapon, a simple and gorgeous scimitar held in her hand, under the shadow of the morning light, emitting a restrained but dazzling light.

"I didn't expect the hall master to even give her this knife, it seems that the hall master has a lot of high hopes for her. ”

After Xuan Mingkong saw the gorgeous scimitar, he opened his mouth and said to Yue Mochen.

Yue Mochen nodded noncommittally, although he had never seen this scimitar, he could also see that it was extraordinary, it should be the "wind drink" in his memory.

From Xuan Mingjue's memory, I learned that this treasure knife "Wind Drink" was once a weapon used by the founder of the Hanging Wind Hall, and it was one of the few holy weapons in the Hanging Wind Hall.

While the two were talking, Honduras also interjected: "Yo, this is the rhythm of annoyance and anger, you say, this Xiao Mofeng is really woody, such a big beauty shows favor to him, and he doesn't say it?"

"You're underestimating this woman. ”

Yue Mochen shook his head and smiled: "Great fat classmate, the more colorful the poisonous snake, the more deadly its poison is, don't you understand this truth?"

"When you say that, I want to see how terrible she is, but unfortunately it's not me who competes with her on stage, otherwise, hehe......"

Honduras said, letting out a strange smile, and his tiny eyes were squeezed into a slit by the fat drawn by the smile.

"If you're on stage, you'll be killed. Hanging Mingkong struck mercilessly.

Honduras were just about to say something to prove that they were not so easy to solve, but at this time, the referee had already announced that the game was on.

His eyes were cold and indifferent, and Xiao Mofeng's long sword was unsheathed.

"Qiang!~", the dark blue aura gushed out, like a flame wrapped around the sword body, fluttering, the long sword was unsheathed, Xiao Mofeng's momentum also changed, and the originally indifferent eyes were as sharp as sword light, piercing people's hearts.

The long sword used by Xiao Mofeng was not an ordinary long sword used in the Shallow Moon Palace, the sword body was narrow and sharp, and the blades of the sword were small and delicate and steel-grained, at first glance, it was from the master's hand, this sword was definitely a high-level spiritual weapon.

However, even if it was a high-level spiritual weapon, Xiao Mofeng was still at an absolute disadvantage against the saint-level sword "Wind Drink".

Seeing Xiao Mofeng draw his sword, a hint of pride flashed in Hang Mingxin's beautiful eyes, she believed that with the power of the holy weapon, she would definitely be able to win this battle.

didn't say anything to herself, as soon as Xuan Mingxin's feet moved, the graceful figure swept forward, and the indigo aura wrapped her body, and she was like a frightening wind, running directly to Xiao Mofeng on the other side of the stage.

Xiao Mofeng's eyes froze, but there was no expression on his face, and a sharp aura emanated from his body.

I saw that his right foot bent slightly, and the next moment the whole person bounced out, the dark blue aura rolled up a light smoke, and Xiao Mofeng's body rushed forward to bring out phantoms that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye!

"So fast!"

The audience was all shocked, especially those warriors of small forces, who were surprised to see the two people on the stage like light.

"What the two of them are cultivating is the aura of the wind attribute, and it is normal to be fast, if one of them can't keep up, then the rhythm of the game will be caught by the other party. ”

In the audience, an old man stroked the long beard on his chin and said lightly.

Hearing this, the people around him cast respectful glances at him, and some even agreed: "The old-timers are very reasonable, so according to the seniors, which player will be stronger?"

"Uh......"

The old man was speechless suddenly, and the hand that was stroking his beard suddenly paused, and glanced at the questioner with some complaints, and saw that the latter was looking at him expectantly, and he was not good at attacking, so he had to pretend to say: "It's too early to say this, victory or defeat is not a matter of strength, it is affected by many factors." ”

As soon as these words came out, many echoing voices sounded: "Mr. is really high-minded......"

The old man nodded proudly: "The prize has been awarded......

But looking at the smug expression on his face, how can there be any meaning of passing the prize?

At this time, someone else said: "But senior, just now that person didn't ask who would win, but who was stronger." ”

"Yes, yes......" Everyone echoed, and played the role of the wall grass very competently.

"All the same, all the same......," the old man said vaguely, completely oblivious to his words, which contradicted his previous words.

However, at this moment, no one has time to pay attention to this detail, because the two people on the stage have finally shrunk to face to face!

"Ecstasy Drink!"

With Xuan Mingxin's coquettish shout, a distorted indigo blue sword light appeared, blasting towards Xiao Mofeng, who was only three steps away!

The sword light is like a wave like water, it seems to be slow and fast, it seems to go up and down, rippling out like a nightmare, making it impossible to tell which point the other party wants to attack.

"The wind is silent!"

Under the nervous and excited gaze of everyone, Xiao Mofeng took out his sword, and the angle of the sword was incredible, like an antelope hanging its horns, weird but just right.

A faint blue light and shadow like the deep sea flashed out, converging into a sharp sword light and blasting towards the sword.

"Ding" sound!

The two lights and shadows, one blue and one blue, bombarded together, and then melted silently, and the distance between the two instantly narrowed closer!

"Shadows follow the wind!"

This time, Xiao Mofeng did not let Xuan Mingxin make a move, but took the lead in taking out the sword, the two figures staggered, and his right hand holding the sword shook into the void!

A stunning sword light pierced through the void, silently but majestically striking Xuan Mingxin's chest.

Hanging Mingxin hurriedly took a step back, and the wind drink slashed out horizontally, and pieces of knife light fluttered out, trying to seize the initiative in this way.

Xiao Mofeng's eyes were sharp, with a twist of his wrist, the long sword in his hand stabbed out again and again, and the Dao sword light appeared silently, and the sword light exploded in a very small range, layer upon layer, spread out, and spread towards the opponent's sword.

"What?" The oncoming sword light gave Xuan Mingxin a feeling like mountains, mountains and mountains, and like a boundless sea, raging and stormy, constantly impacting her mind.

At this moment, Xuan Mingxin finally put away her small eyes, she already understood that she could not win this game by relying on the advantage of weapons alone, she had to do her best to deal with it!

A trace of determination flashed between her eyebrows, and with a flick of her legs, her charming body rose from the ground, and the whole person jumped several feet into the air, and suddenly slashed out!