Two wooden swords were sent to Wei Changfeng and Lu Yan.

The items in the Yuchun Building are not ordinary, and the two wooden swords used for practice are also the top grades, which are made of ebony wood that has been carved for hundreds of years in the depths of Longhu Mountain, not only the size is exactly the same as the real sword, but even the weight is about the same, and it feels very comfortable to hold in your hand.

The jet-black texture of the sword body is hard, although it cannot withstand the concentration of a large amount of true qi, but it is perfect for sparring, and it will not cause human life or disability.

Wei Changfeng held the sword in his hand, waved it a few times, and then held the hilt of the sword and clasped his fist and saluted Lu Yan: "Please!"

Lu Yan pulled a sword flower in a chic manner, and said proudly: "You make a move, I'll let you make three moves!"

Although the use of the wooden sword had already smoothed out the gap in strength between the two sides, Lu Yan believed that his realm cultivation was higher than Wei Changfeng's, so he pretended to be generous and proposed to let the three moves to show fairness.

Its practical wooden sword sparring rather than life and death fighting, so that there is not much difference between not giving up the move.

Wei Changfeng just smiled faintly at this, and then took a step forward.

When his right foot stepped on the piano platform, the momentum of the whole person suddenly changed, like a long-hidden sword suddenly pulled out, and the light shone in an instant.

Whether it is a sword fight, or a sword in his hand, no matter whether he has an iron sword or a wooden sword in his hand, once he is about to make a move, all of Wei Changfeng's minds are condensed together, and his soul is clear and empty, and there is no distraction.

The surrounding qiē had disappeared without a trace in Wei Changfeng's senses, and even the opponent was just a clear mark, and he seemed to be fused with the sword in his hand. The battle spirit instantly climbed to the top!

Kenshin is clear!

Just a few breaths of time. Wei Changfeng entered the sword realm that countless sword cultivators had dreamed of.

Ten paces away. Lu Yan's eyelids jumped, his heart palpitated, and his originally calm face showed a trace of shock.

In his eyes, Wei Changfeng suddenly turned from an ordinary opponent into a terrifying and powerful enemy, and there was an invisible momentum that pressed towards him, making him feel a huge pressure!

This feeling is indescribable, it is completely the intuition of a sword cultivator.

This Qinglong Palace disciple found that Yan Zhan had underestimated Wei Changfeng!

"Huh!"

In the private room upstairs, there was a low exclamation. It's just that not many people hear it.

Because everyone's eyes were all focused on the piano platform, they couldn't take their eyes off Wei Changfeng and Lu Yan, for fear of missing any wonderful details.

The disciples of Yunhaimen and the disciples of the Qinglong Palace fought with swords, it was definitely a rare scene, and both of them were still so young, they were undoubtedly first-class geniuses, and they might be famous for eternity in the future!

And after entering the state of sword heart clearing, Wei Changfeng jumped forward and stabbed Lu Yan with a sword without thinking.

A moment of stillness turned into a movement, and then a sudden shot, his movements were as smooth as flowing water. Let those who see it feel like this, the blunt tip of the sword pointed directly at Lu Yan's throat. It's extremely fast.

The most amazing thing is the momentum of Wei Changfeng's sword, just like a tiger pounces on an eagle and fights a rabbit, even if there is no sword qi, there is a killing intent rising, sweeping towards the opponent!

Although Lu Yan had been prepared for a long time, he had weakened Wei Changfeng in terms of momentum before, and now he was taken by the latter's sword momentum, and hurriedly flew back without daring to take it lightly.

His light skills were very clever, and in an instant, he swept back five or six steps, widening the distance between him and Wei Changfeng.

However, Wei Changfeng did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, he fell back to the piano platform steadily, the wooden sword he stabbed out retracted, and looked at Lu Yan who retreated to the edge of the piano platform with a smile.

"Senior Brother Lu, it's just a sword competition, you don't need to let me make three moves. ”

As he spoke, Wei Changfeng retreated back to his original position.

Immediately loud laughter rang from upstairs.

Lu Yan's handsome face suddenly turned red, and his eyes shone with resentment and resentment.

In his opinion, Wei Changfeng was completely humiliating himself nakedly, but he also made a fool of himself on the spot.

In fact, if you really want to talk about it, Wei Changfeng didn't mean it, his strength was tempered in battles and life and death, and the number of dead souls under the sword had already exceeded ten fingers.

Therefore, even if it is a competition, as long as the sword is in hand, then the murderous battle intent will rise at will, and it will be completely integrated into the sword momentum.

In contrast, although Lu Yan's realm cultivation is higher than Wei Changfeng, he has spent most of his martial arts career in the Qinglong Palace, using Guò to guide and learn from the same sect to improve himself, and he lacks the tempering like Wei Changfeng, so it is very normal for his momentum to be intimidated.

The most important thing is that Wei Changfeng can keenly perceive the opponent's weak point in the state of the sword heart, although his first sword is only a temptation, but it also attacks the main point!

The defeat in the first round also made Lu Yan no longer have any thoughts of underestimating the enemy, and the anger aroused in his heart made him abandon the concession just now, and swooped towards Wei Changfeng.

The ebony sword swung up, stirring up a series of dark shadows, sweeping across the piano platform like a storm.

After all, Lu Yan is a true disciple of the Blue Dragon Palace, and he is also a master of the peak of condensation, once he unfolds his sword momentum with all his strength, his power is also quite powerful.

Wei Changfeng stood still, his dark eyes reflecting the phantoms of his opponent's long sword.

Seeing that the shadow of the black light sword was about to fall on his body, he suddenly raised his right arm, and the wooden sword in his hand drew a graceful arc from the bottom to the top, silently cutting into the opponent's sword momentum.

Click!

The next moment, all the sword shadows conjured by Lu Yan's sword moves disappeared, and he saw the two wooden swords slamming into each other, making a dull sound.

Lu Yan's counterattack was completely taken over by Wei Changfeng!

The sword move used by Wei Changfeng was exactly the clumsy style of the nameless swordsmanship, and it was blocked extremely perfectly.

But the defensive style is not only used for defense, he twisted his wrist to level the sword, and slashed straight towards Lu Yan's wrist, and the wooden sword body was about to rub and catch fire!

Lu Yan had no choice but to withdraw his sword and retreat again, because if he was hit in the wrist, he would lose.

And this time, Wei Changfeng was unforgiving, and he stepped forward, and the ebony sword swept out towards the opponent.

Roundabout Slash!

This is one of the seven slashes of the gale, although he can't concentrate on the true qi to stimulate the real sword qi, but his strength is so strong, the sword body breaks through the air and makes a low whistling sound.

The guests closest to the piano stand felt their ears ring!

Lu Yan took another step back, and seeing Wei Changfeng's fierce approach, he hurriedly raised his sword to block.

Syllable!

The two wooden swords collided again, and Lu Yan's sword was knocked open, and the door was suddenly opened!

(To be continued......)