The first three moves of the Xueluo knife are not close to each other, but I don't want the last two moves to be one, regardless of the knife posture, the posture when landing, the direction and rhythm when receiving the move, all of them are preparing for the fifth move, and the fourth move is simply the foreshadowing of the fifth move.

This is like the well-known classic move back to the horse pistol in marksmanship, the catch is a cold blow when your guard is slightly reduced, Liu Naiwen's move "back to the saber" really shocked Feng Zhiping, and at the critical moment, he subconsciously made a mistake at his feet, and his body changed greatly along with his swordsmanship.

There was no block or traction, Feng Zhiping did not retreat but entered and ravaged to catch up, regardless of the raging knife gang, his body moved with the knife, and he slid to Liu Naiwen close to the blade of the knife.

The response is so fast!

Liu Naiwen was secretly shocked, turned around to avoid the change of moves in the back, and his hands were also loose and tight, and he held them together, and the blade rushed forward to drive with his waist force, and he slashed sideways as if pushing.

Before the horizontal slash turned into an oblique slash, Feng Zhiping's sword moved half a meter away from the ground, and his hand changed from a reverse grip to a positive grip, and several silver flowers bloomed with his body half-up.

Liu Naiwen was forced to retract the knife, the wide blade of the knife was like a shield in front of him, and after a series of "ding" crisp sounds, he kicked violently, and the big knife bounced up, and when it rose to a straight point, it was pushed by his palms, and he went straight through the knife with the blade.

The heel was unstable, the person leaned back in mid-air and it was difficult to dodge, seeing that the head was about to be cut off, Feng Zhiping was shocked and raised the sword accurately on the tip of the knife, unable to stop the knife momentum, but let himself accelerate the fall.

"It's this trick again!" You Shuang'er secretly exclaimed, she kept staring at the changes in the field, and she could see Feng Zhiping's thoughts at a glance.

But this time, she guessed wrong.

Feng Zhiping didn't make a sword on the ground, but slammed the ground with the sword when he was about to touch the bottom, bounced into the air with force, turned around and fell down, the sword shadow was like weaving, turning into a silver torrential rain and pounced on Liu Naiwen.

Liu Naiwen was taken aback, but he didn't expect that the electric flint kung fu would easily see the flaw of "breaking the intestines".

After the "Snowy Night" is paved, the "Broken Intestine" will attack the middle lane and trap people in place with endless rapid horizontal slashes, but if they can pull out and volley to counterattack, this move can be regarded as half broken.

Half of it was broken, and half of it was left, Liu Naiwen was not discouraged, nor was he angry at the beginning, he calmly closed the knife and changed it to an upward slash, and a full moon split the silver rain, and split Feng Zhiping and his sword back into the air.

For a while, there was a strange scene in the field, one person was like a falcon catching rabbits, and the other was like a rabbit kicking an eagle accurately and quickly, and the two fought for a long time, but no one could help anyone.

After a while, Liu Naiwen took the knife and retreated first, the other party was condescending and much less labor-saving than him, so it was not good for him to go on like this.

Feng Zhiping landed on the ground, and rushed forward without breathing, only the heart can find that this time his pace is very different from before, not the sword follows the person but the person walks with the sword, it is very a bit of the taste of the unity of the human sword.

Liu Naiwen was secretly shocked, the other party's sword was even more tricky, the blade was wiped or sharpened or pointed or stabbed, attacking from various unexpected angles, and he couldn't prevent it from splashing like a curtain.

What kind of swordsmanship is this?

No one answered him.

Feng Zhiping was excited, and forgot the location and occasion for a while, and the swordsmanship displayed at this time was one of the ways in the Feng family's sword pedigree.

The Feng family's sword pedigree is not bad, Feng Moxiu is also a genius who makes swords, and has been continuously revised for many years with the experience of the rest of his life.

Lin Shi Huoran got up, his eyes were fixed, he felt that Feng Zhiping's sword was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but there were some things in his mind but he couldn't think of it, he gritted his teeth with hatred, and he didn't even notice that the wine jug was crushed.

You Shuang'er's eyes were full of brilliance, Feng Zhi usually told her that she was the best at swordsmanship, she thought she understood, but it was not until today that she realized how high his swordsmanship was.

What Liuyun Sword, what kind of sword, all the swordsmanship that Feng Zhiping has shown in the past are far inferior to the weird and domineering set in front of him.

She herself is also a person who makes a sword, just looking at its shape, you know that this sword is difficult to practice, it is by no means a deep cultivation can be practiced, you must be immersed in the sword all year round to eat the sword intent, to the extent that the sword is as you like, but you can't be proficient in the heart, otherwise you will change your moves in actual combat and take a wrong step, and people will be doomed.

Looking at Feng Zhiping, who was constantly attacking like a madman in various strange postures, she subconsciously substituted herself, and after a while, her heart was awe-inspiring.

If the cultivation is comparable, Feng Zhiping will definitely defeat her within a hundred moves of this set of swordsmanship, unless the skill is innate and the sword spiritual power is skillfully changed, but at that time, the other party is also congenital, what will his sword look like?

You Shuang'er couldn't imagine it, and Liu Naiwen, the first witness, couldn't imagine it, he didn't have time to think about it at all, he only knew that if he couldn't break the game, he would lose soon.

He practiced diligently, and it took nearly twenty years to achieve today's achievements, although he was excluded from the inner and outer doors because of his bone age, and became a mere handyman, but he never lost his self-confidence, and he firmly believed that he was a genius.

To this day, Feng Zhiping has broken his cognition.

The other party's sword is obviously more difficult to practice than his sword, and the other party's age is only sixteen or seventeen, and it is not as long as his martial arts practice from his mother's womb, if he is a genius, then what is he?

Wickedness?

The speed of the knife is getting faster and faster, and there are more and more flaws, Liu Naiwen knows that his rules are out of order, and he wants to slow down, but he doesn't dare.

If he is slow, he will be hit by the sword in an instant, and now it seems that there is no other way to break the game except to try to chase the rhythm of the other party.

"My cultivation is deeper than his, and the range of movement is smaller than his, if I persist, he will definitely lose his strength first!"

Liu Naiwen thought so, but he didn't know that Feng Zhiping was extremely happy at the moment, and there was no sign of fatigue.

There are already two more Yuanli silk threads in his body, and the third one is also growing slowly, and it won't be long before he can return to the dantian and merge into the sword species to form a new cycle, and his spirit is also extremely excited, and he seems to feel the rhythm of the spirit in the sword.

The rhythm was so new that he couldn't help but want to dance to it. He had a feeling that as long as he fit into this rhythm, then he only needed one thought to induce his spiritual power to perform that trick.

But the last wake-up call made him maintain restraint and not dare to take a step beyond Lei Chi, for fear that he would be paralyzed on the spot on impulse, which would become a big joke.

Time passed little by little, the two have been in a high-frequency fight, the fierce stalemate made it difficult to put down for a long time, both marveling at the ingenuity of the two moves, and marveling at the depth of the cultivation of the two, and the breathing effort has not been tense for so long, but no one showed fatigue.

On the surface, Liu Naiwen is actually tired, his physical strength is less than Feng Zhiping, but his energy is much more than Feng Zhiping.

"It can't go on like this!" Liu Naiwen secretly said in his heart, "Fight!"

The chasing sword light suddenly flickered, Feng Zhiping couldn't retract his sword, and four blood flowers bloomed in front of him.

Liu Naiwen fought the middle sword, his brows did not wrinkle, his heart was all on the knife technique, and with a moment of respite, he crossed the side of the knife, held the handle with both hands, and forcibly showed the "broken intestines".

"Open!"

Whispering loudly, the sword is bright, and a full moon is swept out.

Feng Zhiping was forced to retreat, only three steps and two knives came again, but he was still slashed flat, and the direction was reversed.

Jumping on the ground, the knife light swept under his feet, and his eyes suddenly condensed when his body fell, only to see that Liu Naiwen actually let go of the handle of the knife, and made a clever move before letting go, after the big knife took off his hand, he did not fly far but stayed in mid-air and spun rapidly, and Feng Zhiping was just above, if he fell like this, even if the two legs continued, he would have to lose a few large pieces of flesh.

At the end of the day, Feng Zhiping handed out a sword, the tip of the sword was precisely pointed at the center of the rotation, and his body rose into the air again with the knife turn, and the sword walked and the silver snake swooped straight at Liu Naiwen.

At the same time, Liu Naiwen also grabbed the handle of the sharply turning knife, forced to stop and turn the momentum to urge the dantian, and slashed into the air with all his strength.

The knife was heavy, easily split Feng Zhiping's sword, and rushed straight to the door without pause.

Feng Zhiping was not surprised, the sword momentum that had always been fierce suddenly turned to softness, the long sword skillfully played around the knife, and the person followed the sword, and it was like a ghostly meandering fall.

In the blink of an eye, it landed, and people were divided.

Feng Zhiping put away his sword and stopped, and tore off a piece of cloth to tie the knife edge of his left arm, Liu Naiwen remained motionless, maintaining the posture of the knife, he was actually stupid.

After a long time, the knife hit the ground heavily, and he raised his hand to caress his throat.

The Adam's apple is slightly lower, and the red dots that are two side by side together are faintly painful.

It was poked out by Feng Zhiping's sword finger, if it weren't for the murderous intent, with just a little force, his throat bone would have been shattered.

It's not that he didn't think he would lose, but he didn't think that he would lose so weirdly, and in the end, the sight of the man's sword being unfractal like a ghost lingered in his mind like a nightmare, he looked at Feng Zhiping blankly, and in a trance, he felt the gust of yin wind, and shivered slightly.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" asked Liu Naiwen.

"This is..."

Feng Zhiping was about to answer, but he reacted suddenly, his face turned slightly pale, and his heart fluttered.

Broken!