These days of groping, Zhong Cang has figured out his sword heart ability.

This trait, which is slightly equivalent to the sixth sense in the underworld, allows Zhong Cang to make the best solution under his instinct when he concentrates on fighting or encounters danger.

The more critical the situation, the stronger the outburst of Zhong Cang's subconscious.

Because of this characteristic, when the Flame Spirit Butterfly was far away from him, Zhong Cang would panic, and once it was there, Zhong Cang's consciousness would be possessed by the sword heart, and it would instantly become violent.

It's just that Zhong Cang naturally won't say anything about his own situation, and Flame Spirit Butterfly won't believe it.

Because of this, Zhong Cang, who only thinks that she has strength, but misleads her with a small means like an expression, is a villain.

And such a villain used such a despicable means to win over himself, which made the Flame Spirit Butterfly, who had never suffered such a loss, a little aggrieved, and even more annoyed.

With the blessing of his fury, his flaming heavy sword became heavier and faster, and quickly struck in front of Zhong Cang.

As before, as his body was threatened, Zhong Cang's eyes changed instantly, from being at a loss to being extraordinary.

And his body was one step ahead of his consciousness, drawing his sword to block.

"Boom!"

This scene also made the Flame Spirit Butterfly even more annoyed.

"Sure enough, you're a liar."

"Boom!"

In the angry voice of the Flame Spirit Butterfly, Feng Hua collided with the unknown Flame Heavy Sword again.

But unlike last time, because the Flame Spirit Butterfly was on guard, this time, Zhong Cang could no longer easily slide the heavy sword in his hand away.

The gap between the two was quickly reflected.

With a "bang", the heavy sword and the huge force of the fire smashed the long sword in Zhong Cang's hand high.

If Zhong Cang hadn't held it tightly, the magic sword Feng Hua in his hand would definitely have been knocked away.

Although it is not now, his right hand holding the sword is also numb and painful, and the whole person is even more connected with the sword, and he is cut back a few steps by this note.

Without waiting for Zhong Cang, who was retreating, to stand firm, and with a popping sound, the Flame Spirit Butterfly rushed up again, and the heavy sword in his hand also slashed down angrily.

"Boom!"

The epee is extremely powerful, and the speed is also extraordinary due to the reaction force of the explosion.

However, it was such a fiery blow, which was still blocked by Zhong Cang.

——The smashed high sword was not taken back by Zhong Cang, his eyes were indifferent, and Zhong Cang, who was almost not human, suddenly clenched the long sword and slashed with all his strength when he retreated.

"Boom!"

The sword in his hand that was swung in advance just blocked the attacking flaming heavy sword.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

In the time since then, the Flame Spirit Butterfly's offensive has been like a wave, endless, and each of its blows has been powerful and heavy.

It's just that such a heavy blow was blocked by Zhong Cang one by one.

Even though he had to retreat every time he blocked, and his arm was numb from the shock, he still blocked the attacks one by one with an indifferent expression.

This scene also attracted the attention of some people.

It's just that when most people saw this duel, they only saw the flame spirit butterfly with infinite majesty and swords and swords.

Only the protector of the Flame Spirit Butterfly, an old man named Shui Bo, had a proud light in his eyes, and an incredible sigh came out of his mouth.

"Shhh...... I didn't expect that there would be such an outstanding swordsman in the lower house! ”

This sentence made the maid next to Shui Bo look at it in shock.

She knew that Shui Bo was powerful, but it was precisely because she knew that she understood how rare a teenager could be praised by Shui Bo.

It's just that, looking at Zhong Cang, who retreated step by step and was almost powerless to fight back, Yeshuang really couldn't see where his talent was outstanding.

The doubts in her heart made her ask out loud.

"Shui Bo, is this sparring partner very strong? It's good to be able to block Miss's attack without losing down, but he's not outstanding...... At least, it's not worthy of your old man's praise. ”

Hearing this, Shui Bo smiled.

"This little guy deserves it."

After speaking, his eyes looked at the field, and he said with some distraction: "Don't look at him being beaten step by step, but this is his initiative." ”

"The grade of his exercises is very low, and the gap between him and the young lady who cultivates the Heavenly Flame Spirit Sutra in terms of hard power is huge, just like a heavenly moat. If he fights hard without retreating, he will be defeated if he comes down with three swords. ”

But now, every time he fights, he can drain some of the power of the young lady's heavy slash by retreating. And the practice of retreating can also allow him to take advantage of the situation to distance himself from Miss, so that he has time to draw his sword and resist Miss's attack. ”

"Even every time he fights hard, his arm is raised high, and it is said that only with a large slash can he block Miss's offensive."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but sigh again:

"These details, to do one thing is nothing. But in a complex battle, everything can be done, and it can be repeated dozens of times perfectly, but there is no mistake or omission, which is very strong. ”

After listening to Shui Bo's explanation, Ye Shuang looked into the field again and also found Zhong Cang's horror.

And just when he was surprised, Shui Bo suddenly spoke.

"Miss is going to lose!"

“？！！”

"Impossible! This sparring partner may be talented, but as Shui Bo said, the gap between his strength and Miss is like a moat, what can he win? ”

Shui Bo's final conclusion was too fantastical, which made Ye Shuang not believe his words even if he respected Shui Bo.

In this regard, the protector named Shui Bo did not defend himself, but just quietly watched the field.

On the field, Zhong Cang, who was attacked wildly, was getting worse and worse.

Although, in the state of Kenshin, with all kinds of small skills, as well as the integration of human and sword, he blocked the heavy attack of the Flame Spirit Butterfly every time.

However, the huge gap in hard power made him still injured even though he blocked perfectly every time - his tiger's mouth had cracked, and blood flowed from his wrist.

Such a tragic scene made Ye Shuang not see that Zhong Cang had the slightest chance of winning.

It's just that just when she was confused, Shui Bo spoke again.

"Here, let me see what your talent is and whether you can seize this opportunity."

"What's coming?"

Yeshuang didn't understand, and although Zhong Cang on the field didn't hear Shui Bo's words, there was a flash of inspiration in his eyes.

——When the outbreak is always exhausted, even if the Flame Spirit Butterfly Technique is of a very high grade, she is only the third level of Qi cultivation after all, and under the fierce attack, she always has to return her qi.

The time for this breath was very short, but in the moment when she was breathing back for a while, Zhong Cang's already sharp gaze suddenly bloomed with a cold light.

Ignoring the sharp pain of the cracking of the tiger's mouth in his hand, Zhong Cang's consciousness was highly concentrated, and he was completely in tune with the long sword in his hand.

At this moment, the sword is the man, and the man is the sword.

In the realm of emptiness, Zhong Cang held the sword in his hand and stabbed suddenly.

"Not good!"