After waiting for about half an hour, Qiaoxi sent someone.

Feng Zhiping's legs were straight, in order to show his demeanor and momentum, he deliberately put on such a posture of holding the sword with both hands, who knew that after waiting for so long, he didn't dare to scratch his buttocks, and when he saw someone coming out, he couldn't wait to grab the sword and swing it to his side, and the other hand pretended to be behind him and scratched it quietly a few times, shouting in his heart, his face was silent, and he smiled lightly.

"I'll guess it's you. ”

Liu Naiwen was carrying his unique big knife, and smiled when he heard the words: "It's not me, but today's occasion is special, and I have to be careful, so I was the first to play." ”

Feng Zhiping raised his eyebrows: "What, do you want to decide the outcome of a game? You have lost to me once, are you still so confident in yourself?"

In the past, Liu Naiwen would have had a seizure, but he was defeated that day, and he reflected on himself afterwards, but now he has changed a lot and has a lot of open-mindedness.

In the face of the provocation, he smiled indifferently and said: "Of course there is confidence, not to mention that the purpose of this battle is not to defeat you." ”

"Don't win, do you want to lose?" Feng Zhiping was stunned, and then understood, "No, you want to force me to equal?"

"Brother Feng is quick to think, Liu admires, that's exactly the case. Liu Naiwen did not hide it, generously admitted it, and praised it a little.

Feng Zhiping couldn't cry or laugh, glanced at the donkey's face on the sidelines, and secretly said that he was really cunning.

I don't know what the original purpose was, but after seeing his "background" with his face open, the donkey obviously wants to end peacefully, and a tie is naturally the best ending.

Among the ten people, he is the only one who has the confidence to win, Liu Naiwen has lost once, but after adjusting his mentality, he has a good chance of winning, and everyone else is not sure, especially those who have not reached the two transformation periods, they are simply making up the numbers.

It stands to reason that he has the best shot by himself, but after all, he is the head of Qiaoxi's team, and his quasi-congenital age has grown by nearly two rounds, whether he wins, loses, or draws, it is not good-looking, so he sent Liu Naiwen, who is second, out.

Although Liu Naiwen's cultivation is also higher than himself, after all, he has lost himself once, and he has fought once, and he has a deeper understanding of himself, and he is undoubtedly much better than Zhang Quan on the field.

Feng Zhiping guessed these thoughts, and suddenly became a little angry, the pressure of fighting ten people in a row was indeed very high, he didn't want to lose, but he didn't want to be ended in this way, which would make the duel he initiated with him all a complete joke.

Zhang Quan may have good intentions and wanted to be good, but he has forgotten that he is a warrior, the self-esteem of a warrior, and how strong a warrior's desire to win is.

His attitude is kind to some, but to Feng Zhiping, it is an insult.

"What you think is your business, I won't release the water. Feng Zhiping slowly drew his sword.

Liu Naiwen showed a smile that he knew he would be like this, and raised his knife: "Then come on." ”

Feng Zhiping glanced at the sidelines: "Aren't you afraid that he will be angry?"

Liu Naiwen said softly: "It doesn't matter, he may have forgotten something, I haven't forgotten, I'm dedicated to martial arts, and I just want to win you when I come here today." ”

Feng Zhiping smiled dumbly: "So you came up and made your words clear, the purpose is to provoke me and make me unreserved?"

"I didn't think much of it, I just wanted to tell you the reason for the delay for half a day. Of course, I also hope that you can go all out and defeat Sun Baocai's move, I would love to see it. Liu Naiwen's eyes were full of eagerness.

Big brother, I'll be useless when that trick is used up!

Feng Zhiping secretly screamed in his heart, continued to pretend to be a master on his face, and said lightly: "There are many people who want to see that trick, but not everyone can see it, you have to have that ability." ”

"Then let's see the real chapter under your hands!"

Liu Naiwen drank lowly, rushed forward, dragged the knife to the side, did not use the knife, and only when he was close to the body did he pour internal force into an oblique slash, and then the knife light was like a waterfall endlessly.

Snow Knife - Snow.

Feng Zhiping didn't know the name of the sword move, but he could experience seven or eight points of artistic conception, only to feel that the sword light was chaotic like a storm rushing to his face, and he didn't dare to be careless.

Liu Naiwen pondered him, and so did he, and the Mo family sword technique he used this time was the countermeasure he figured out.

The Mo family swordsmanship is created by a strange person surnamed Mo thousands of years ago, just in the soft can be attacked and defended, the legend is practiced to the depths with the best sword to transport the power of heaven and earth, that is, the nine thunder can also be included in the sword field at any mercy. It's a pity that the strange man has a weak temperament, he has never accepted apprentices in his life, and after his death, he was buried in the loess with his mastery, and only a few remnants of tricks were scattered in the world.

Feng Moxiu is a sword idiot, he learned from the ancient books that this sword is powerful, and it took a lot of energy and material resources to collect all over the world, and he used his own wisdom to fill in and improve it into today's Mo family swordsmanship, leaving most of the defensive style to attack instead of defending, and the advance and retreat are not as calm as the original, but the lethality is doubled, especially the original.

The reason why this set of swordsmanship is used is not because it is stable, but because it is suitable.

In the face of Liu Naiwen, there are more stable swordsmanship than Mo Jiajian, but none of them can fight as much as possible on the basis of self-preservation like Mo Jiajian, Feng Zhiping's ultimate goal is to practice.

Others didn't know about this sword, but they felt that the swords and swords were staggered, and the two of them wandered around the square inch of land, but no one would take a step back first, and those who saw Feng Zhiping's move were surprised, and secretly said when this son was so tough.

Lin Shi is a person who uses a sword, the Mo family sword has never practiced but knows it, he didn't care about the first few moves, and after a few moves, he straightened up with his eyes wide open, showing doubts.

"It seems to be the Mo family sword, how is it different from what I have seen before?"

No one answered him, Feng Zhiping and Liu Naiwen put all their energy on each other, and no one dared to be distracted.

As soon as he fought, Liu Naiwen noticed that Feng Zhiping's cultivation had improved a lot, although it was still inferior to himself, but it was not as good as Japanese that day. Its swordsmanship is even more tricky and abnormal, "Snow" is the most urgent style in the snow knife, it can be said that it is difficult to splash water when it is spread, but it is stunned that the opponent's sword finds a gap and advances again and again, and there are four or five more cracks on the shirt before thirty moves, and it is not injured but has proved how powerful the opponent's sword is.

This is still a poor cultivation, if it is an ordinary internal kung fu, his "snow" is afraid that it will be broken long ago.

Feng Zhiping is the same, Liu Naiwen's cultivation has not increased, but his knife skills have made him more calm, and such a swift knife move has made it scattered but not chaotic, which obviously has three flavors.

Each knife is fast and fierce, a little bit of its edge will shake the arm numb, if it is a head-on hard collision, it will be the end of the long sword out of his hand, he must concentrate on carefully adjusting the rhythm and path of the shot, and the energy consumed is far more than Liu Naiwen.

What makes people happy is that the spiritual power in the sword continues to flow into the body, and the sword seed rotates like a heart-like rhythm, and even the pores around the body tremble slightly, and the body and mind are indescribably happy.

Suddenly, Liu Naiwen retreated a few steps back with the knife in his hands, holding the knife in both hands and hiding it under his armpits.

The pleasure was forced to stop, and the thick greed echoed in his heart, Feng Zhiping resisted the urge to pursue and retreated slightly, and the sword swung to the side with an inquiring look.

"The warm-up is over. Liu Naiwen said loudly, "My Xueluo Knife has a total of twelve paths and forty-nine styles, of which five can be practiced in the Heavenly Realm, and the remaining seven can only be used in the Innate Realm. The day after tomorrow, you have seen the third of the five roads, and I can make the remaining two, but it is difficult to control, and it is easy to hurt people, and it is not easy to use it unless it is a life-and-death fight. I shouldn't have done it today, but I want to see your sword, and if I can't stop it and hurt you, I don't think it's strange. ”

This person is stupid, right, there is a self-report method for a fight?

Feng Zhiping secretly slandered, smiled on his face, and beckoned lightly: "The sword has no eyes, nothing strange or strange, I also want to see what your remaining two knives look like." Come, come, don't leave your hand, no matter whether you win or lose, you and I don't have regrets. ”

"Naiwen!" Zhang Quan was immediately anxious when he heard the words of the two, if it wasn't for someone watching, he really wanted to rush up and pull people back immediately.

said that it was a good fight, how could it become a life-and-death fight, he had seen those two knives, and he couldn't stop it if he didn't look at the cultivation and just looked at the knife moves, let alone Feng Zhiping.

Liu Naiwen's eyes didn't shake, he turned a deaf ear, and when he saw the arrogance that Feng Zhiping said, he was also full of pride, and he unconsciously felt a little sympathetic.

"Okay, then I won't spare my hand, you, be careful!"

Taking a light breath, he urged the dantian, and the next moment the person disappeared in place, and the goodbye knowledge had reached the top of Feng Zhiping's head.

The strange-shaped big knife like a kitchen knife seems to be slowly and quickly slashed into a full circle, and the afterimage is hooked into a full moon, and the knife gang is forced into a mist floating without dispersing by internal forces, and it is a scene of dark clouds covering the moon.

"Snowy night!"

The name "Snow Night", the move is suitable for the situation, but unfortunately it is now noon in summer, and the sword intent of the winter and snowy night owes a lot of artistic conception, but it is still powerful.

Compared with the dazzling "Snow", "Snowy Night" is obviously a lot bleak, but Feng Zhiping is extremely dignified, under this seemingly simple move, he feels that he has been sealed, and there is no way back.

The effort that allowed him to think was extremely short, and countless thoughts crossed his mind in an instant, and finally he made up his mind.

Since you can't retreat, you won't retreat, you have to fight horizontally and vertically, so you can simply go directly and taste the freshness of this trick.

Playing up the spirit of twelve, flicking the sword upward, and changing direction and touching again with one touch, it is exactly the Diancang Peerless Liuyun Sword that has been used.

The big knife fell but in the blink of an eye, and the sound of the exchange of blows sounded as many as eight times, and the slightly worse cultivation could not distinguish a few sounds at all, and could only hear the crisp sound of a line, and when Liu Naiwen landed on the ground, most of the knife momentum had been removed, and the remaining strength was swept away by Feng Zhiping's side slap, and at the same time jumped away with the force.

Just when Feng Zhiping was about to take a breath, his heart was alarmed, and a cold shadow swept in the afterglow, and in a trance, it actually enveloped the upper and lower roads.

This is?!

Xueluo knife, the last style of the five roads the day after tomorrow, Xueyue is homesick and sad and lonely - people break their bowels.

Liu Naiwen thought silently in his heart, pushing the knife with all his might, wanting to break people's intestines.