The strength of the opponent was strong, and it immediately brought great pressure to Chu Duan.

In an instant, Chu Duan saw the flaws in the opponent's sword style, but he couldn't fight back, because the opponent's speed was too fast, and between each sword, there was a strange force that pulled and connected with each other, making the power of each sword seem to form one.

If Chu Duan had enough strength and found a flaw, he could take out his sword, break it with a sword, and defeat the opponent, but helplessly, he couldn't use the disadvantage of sword intent and mystery, and it was finally reflected.

Fei Hong's fantasy is displayed in the air, his body is like light smoke, like Feihong, it seems to be true and false, like a dream, it seems to be moving forward, but in fact it is retreating.

In the eyes of others, Chu Duan rushed towards the sword light of No. 177 like a moth to a flame, as if committing suicide, but in fact, Chu Duan had already quickly retreated and distanced himself from the other party.

The change in an instant was extremely fast, and more than a dozen sword lights differentiated into the air, piercing Chu Duan's figure, shattering, and disappearing, and everyone realized that it was an afterimage.

"Clever footwork. ”

"In addition to his excellent swordsmanship, this Chu Duan's footwork is also very clever. ”

"It's a pity that the sword intent and the mystery were sealed......"

No matter how amazing and brilliant Chu Dui was, in the eyes of the Third Palace Lord and the True Palace Elders and others, there was only pity and pity.

The swordsman, the sword intent is the main, the mystery is supplemented, in order to give full play to the strength of the swordsman, there is no sword intent, there is no mystery, only the strength of the sword element and the body, after all, there are defects, flaws, it means that you can't become stronger, you can't climb the peak of the sword.

The sword missed, and the expression of the one hundred and seventy-seventh participating disciple remained unchanged, as soon as he stepped on the ground, his body leaped up in the air, and the sword was tucked at his waist, and it flew towards Chu Duan like an arrow breaking through the sky.

With a cold expression, he has been a disciple of the outer palace for eight or nine years. I often go out to practice, fight with wild beasts, fight with people, I don't know how many times Lu Dao has walked between life and death, and has cultivated tenacious nerves and will, and has already faced everything calmly and calmly.

The sharp breath came to the face, as if riding the wind and waves, and the mystery of the wind was integrated into the body, and a straight line separated the left and right sides of the air. Let the speed surge, and it came to Chu Duan's eyes in an instant.

The sword seemed to be drawn again, and a sword was sharpened, and the arc sword light was perfect, cutting through the space in front of it, like a waning moon.

Chu Duan could see at a glance that this sword was fused with the first five forms of the Heavenly Desolate Sword Technique, and it was very powerful, especially under the increase of sword intent and the mystery of the wind. A sword seems to be able to cut through a mountain.

The amazing sword immediately attracted the attention of countless people, the sharp and dreamy sword light. Like the waning moon, it shot towards Chu Dui.

"I'm going to lose. Liu Xingcheng not only secretly rejoiced.

"Looks like that's all he has to do here. Many elders speculated.

The waning moon-like sword light quickly magnified in front of his eyes, filling the world realm in his eyes. The terrifying edge of the sword crushed and sliced through everything, with the swiftness of the wind. There is a sharp edge of sword intent.

Chu Duan had many ways to fight back in his heart, but none of them could be used, because the difference in absolute strength made him see the opportunity, but he couldn't grasp it immediately, and the change was only in an instant.

Chu Duan was not in a hurry at all, he was full of patience, and once again cast the Feihong Illusion Sky Step to dodge.

Since the Feihong Phantom Sky Step was created by Chu Duan, it has been improved again and again, achieved perfection again and again, and surpassed again and again, although the name is the same now, but in essence, it has been improved to many levels.

The magical footwork, like a dream, true and false, virtual and real, only in an instant, made Chu Duan once again avoid the opponent's sharp sword, and the afterimage was shattered.

The other party did not give up, continued to draw his sword, the mystery of the wind integrated into himself, and the whole person seemed to turn into a wind of heaven and earth and swept towards Chu Dui, and the sound of whistling sounded, and then, I saw that a series of cyan air currents visible to the naked eye appeared around, converging from all directions, and rushing towards Chu Dui.

Those cyan air currents, like spiritual snakes and ropes, wrapped around Chu Duan, as if they wanted to restrain Chu Duan.

Chu Duan's expression was calm, and between the changes in footwork, his body shape also changed, avoiding the cyan air currents one after another, and those that could not be avoided were smashed one by one with his sword.

The cyan air flow contains a trace of the power of the mystery of the wind, the power is not strong, the purpose is just to contain Chu Duan's actions and create a better opportunity for himself to attack.

Although the cyan air flow was avoided and shattered by Chu Duan, Chu Duan's flexibility was also affected, so that the No. 177 participating disciple seized the opportunity and came with the wind, and the sword swung rapidly, dozens of swords in an instant, rolled up a storm, and swept madly.

The sky and the earth are vast, and the hurricane roars!

In the eyes of the one hundred and seventy-seventh participating disciple, there was a green glow, which appeared behind Chu Duan like a ghost, as if rushing out of the wind, with the aftermath, like cyan smoke.

Another sword stabbed out, and the sword light exploded into more than a dozen, enveloping Chu Duan's back.

The front and back were flanked, and there were cyan air currents on the left and right sides, trying to restrain Chu Dui, making Chu Duan fall into trouble all of a sudden.

The hurricane-like sword light and the exploding sword light blasted towards Chu Duan from the front and back, and the inner palace elders in the sky stared closely, once Chu Duan was in danger, they had to take action to save Chu Dui, of course, that also meant that Chu Duan was defeated.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, and the eyes of countless people were attracted, Chu Dui's body was in place, instantly hit, torn to pieces, and under the collision of hurricane and sword light, it turned into smoke and exploded, but the elder of the inner palace did not move, because Chu Duan appeared in mid-air, like an eagle rushing out of the cage.

The figure reversed, and it fell, and the sword was reinserted into its sheath, and the speed exploded to the extreme.

In an instant, the sword light ejected out of the scabbard, making everyone feel dazzled, as if next to the one hundred and seventy-seventh participating disciples, five Chu Dui appeared at the same time, high or low, from different directions and angles, and the sword attacked.

"It's subtle, but unfortunately, there's not enough power. The one hundred and seventy-seventh participating disciple was shocked and showed a sneer.

Chu Duan's counterattack was very well timed, so that he had no dodge but to resist.

Thankfully, every sword of Chu Duan was not powerful enough, because without sword intent and mystical power, he could completely resist it.

Between the rotation of his body, he quickly swung out the five swords, and the sword burst out with an incomparably powerful force, shattering Chu Duan's attack and the five figures.

"Not good!" Disciple No. 177's heart jumped, he thought that one of the five shadows must be a real body, but now he found out that the five realms are all illusory shadows, where is the real body?

As soon as the question jumped out of his mind, the cyan smoke in front of him gradually dissipated, revealing a figure, and that figure took a pose.

Standing with his feet shoulder-width apart, like a towering mountain, eternal and eternal, domineering and sharp coexist, the sword was raised high, as if connecting to the sky, and his eyes were shining with an astonishing coldness.

The huge and pure sword pressure was released, enveloping the surroundings, and then gathering in an instant, turning into a phantom sword, slashing from top to bottom.

The terrifying sword pressure impact stunned the disciples of the 177th contestant, and the sword that Chu Duan raised high had already been slashed down, a sword that opened the world.

There is no dodge, that speed, so fast that even resisting has become reluctant.

"It's ......"

"Combine the first twenty styles of the Heavenly Desolate Sword Technique into one sword!"

"He has only been in contact with the Heavenly Desolate Sword Technique for more than a year, and he has already practiced to this point. ”

The first twenty styles of the Heavenly Desolate Sword Technique were fused into a sword, the power was fierce and unparalleled, there was no sword intent and mystery, and it also released an amazing edge, and the pure transparent sword light of the silk was swallowed in front of the sword, cutting through the void in front of it, eliminating resistance, and making the speed surge.

Some reluctantly raised their swords and used all their strength to block.

The expressions of the participating disciples of No. 177 became a little hideous.

Chu Duan's sword fell, shaped like a waning moon hitting the earth, and the extreme mountain shaking was launched.

A piercing sound of gold and iron exploded, and countless sparks were as bright as fireworks, and between the splashes, all of them were shot towards the No. 177 participating disciples under the influence of the concussive force.

The Heavenly Desolate Sword Yuan, the ultimate mountain shock, the power of swordsmanship, coupled with the impact of spiritual ideas, condensed into a single force, turned into an irresistible torrent of force, and impacted away.

One hundred and seventy-seven only felt that his spiritual world realm was impacted, and that impact was shattered by his spiritual intent and sword intent in an instant, but it also made him instantly distracted, and the condensed force could not help but loosen, and then under Chu Duan's sword, it collapsed.

The irresistible violent impact, the sword in his hand couldn't be held, he flew out of his hand, his chest seemed to be bombarded by a giant hammer, a burst of swelling and pain, the whole person snorted, couldn't help but take five or six steps backwards in a row, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

His face changed blue and white for a while, and he seemed to be unable to accept the facts in front of him.

There was silence all around, and no one expected that the ending would be like this.

In the absence of sword intent and mystery, after a fierce battle, he actually defeated the other party, Chu Duan behaved too wickedly.

The result is very clear, in front of everyone's eyes, it is indeed Chu Duan who wins, no matter what changes there are, winning is winning.

Chu Duan, who won, did not sarcastically mock the other party, but just glanced at the other party lightly, turned around and walked towards the number one hundred and seventy-seventh seat, defeated the other party, this seat was his, as for the original number one hundred and seventy-seven participating disciple, it fell to the number two hundred and twenty-third seat.

"It's kind of interesting. Chi Xiao looked at Chu Duan with interest and muttered.

"The swordsmanship is very good, the fighting skills are very exquisite, and the grasp of the timing of the battle is wonderful to the peak, but unfortunately, the strength is insufficient, there is no sword intent and mystery, everything is empty. Ben Hu also said.

Nan Wu seemed to be in a fugue, and he had been like this from the beginning to the present, and he didn't care about it, because there was no opponent worthy of his attention yet.

The game continued, and it was the turn of the one hundred and seventy-eighth, but Liu Xingcheng didn't have the heart to look at it, but stared at Chu Duan viciously, feeling as disgusting as if he had eaten a fly. (To be continued......)