The start was unexpected, Sun Yi was shocked but not confused, and immediately slashed back after picking up the scabbard with a sword, colliding with Feng Zhiping's sword.

Clang~!

Feng Zhiping's wrist shook violently, his forearm was sore, and the second sword immediately changed to sticky, entangled with Sun Yi's sword, and unloaded the force in all directions around the sword body.

I was a little disappointed that I couldn't shake off the opponent with a sword, and I was shocked by the opponent's instantaneous transformation of rigidity and softness, seeing that the rapid sword momentum was quickly exhausted, and there were signs of being led off the sword path, Sun Yi hurriedly changed his moves, and slapped his sword out of his palm to the lower abdomen.

The palm is a remote shot, but the palm is really strong, Feng Zhiping was still a little rubbed on his side, and the lower half of the ribs was suddenly hot.

Why, this cultivation is to catch up with the donkey's face!

Crying bitterly in his heart, enduring the burning pain, Feng Zhiping turned sideways and let the second palm open a little distance, Sun Yi didn't give a chance to breathe, and chased after him.

It is really helpless to be so pressed, just because the effect of the medicine has a time limit, although the dantian is full of abnormal pain at this moment, and the whole body seems to have inexhaustible strength, but once the effect of the medicine is gone, people will wilt and collapse in an instant, time is precious, and he does not dare to waste a penny.

Under the high concentration of spirit, several swordsmanship at his fingertips, one hand fast sword antelope hanging horns, Feng Zhiping is not afraid of his sword fast but afraid of his strength, repeatedly want to change the move to slow down the rhythm can not be obtained, can only be fast to fight in one place, more virtual and less real to find opportunities.

This guy's swordsmanship is much stronger than Du Yun's!

Feng Zhiping said secretly in his heart.

Sun Yi obviously worked swordsmanship, and it was not a short-term effort, and he did not only focus on inner cultivation like others, if Du Yun had his swordsmanship, it was likely that he would be defeated by the lake that day.

Feng Zhiping tried his best to control the sword path, and the number of times he handed over the truth was not much, but every time he hit the solid, his arm shook and his blood surged, and his arm became more and more wooden after accumulation.

After a few times, both arms seemed to be no longer their own.

Fortunately, the aura in the sword was constantly trickling, and the slightest coolness alleviated a lot of discomfort, and it was not a way in the long run, Feng Zhiping racked his brains and thought hard about countermeasures.

Hard work will definitely not work, and it will be scrapped without a few clicks.

If you don't fight hard, then withdraw and procrastinate, and drag it out until the effect of the drug passes, and then you don't have to do it, this guy will wilt himself.

However, I can only think about it, and I can withdraw early.

The other party is now full of internal strength, and his body is too fast, and he doesn't need to breathe for a long time in one breath, and he is more than three times better than himself in terms of longevity.

What to do?

I can't say it, I can only rely on that trick!

Feng Zhiping's eyes froze.

These days, Feng Zhiping inquired in many ways, knowing that the innate realm's qi is difficult to resist is all because of that spirituality, or the five elements or others, each of which can only be eliminated by relying on the yuan power attached to the spiritual sense.

The sword in his hand is a human-level high-grade, and the water spirituality is far better than several times that of the human-level mid-grade that day, although the spiritual power has been sucked for a long time, but the remaining half is enough, as long as it can be drawn out and mixed into the sword, it will definitely be won with one blow!

Holding his breath and concentrating, recalling the feeling of that day, Feng Zhiping's sword gradually slowed down.

Sun Yi thought that he was exhausted, and as soon as his spirit was lifted, he immediately looked for a gap and approached, the blade of the sword cut through his clothes several times and left blood marks, Feng Zhiping was in danger, and the disciples of the military pavilion were cheered again and again, Lao Dong and the others were as heavy as water, and they couldn't wait to come forward to help.

"What should I do, I can't hold it anymore!" Yu Daring was so anxious that he caught fire, and he grabbed it several times and let it go.

"Calm down, what do you look like, don't embarrass us Qiaodong!" Lao Dong reprimanded, completely forgetting who was shouting nonsense about a "little baby".

Yu Daring wanted to talk back, but he looked at the knife beside Lao Dong, and it was rare to be wise once, so he closed his mouth.

Today he realized that he was not a little bit worse than Lao Dong, and this guy was playing with himself before.

Drinking and staying in the bold, Lao Dong looked at Zhao Kang and asked in a low voice, "Little white face, what do you think?"

"It's ok. ”

"Okay, what do you mean?"

"It's literal, it's ok. ”

Glancing at Lao Dong, Zhao Kang said lightly: "Sun Yi relied on pills to promote cultivation, and his face was not weak, and it was better than a few points, but it was not long. I don't think the situation is so dangerous at all, the injustice is not the enemy, but the enemy is showing weakness, and he is ready to delay until the medicine strength passes and gives in without a fight. ”

He said it easily, but one of his hands was in his sleeve, and seeing that the fabric near the cuff occasionally bulged up, it should be rubbing the rope dart, and his mood was obviously not as calm as he appeared.

A little white face who wants to save face!

Lao Dong saw it in his eyes, snickered in his heart, and asked, "Do you think Elder Zhao will be unhappy?"

"You still need to ask, look at him, it's almost flowing out. ”

Zhao Kang glanced at the referee's seat, his expression was stinky, and he was obviously angry about Zhao Bei'an's "eyes but no beads" and making excuses.

Lao Dong glanced at it a few times, thought deeply, thought about it and said worriedly: "What if I am unhappy and rejected again? In front of so many people, it is too embarrassing." Why don't we send someone to find Uncle Ma, I think he is very concerned about the grievances, and he probably won't want him to have an accident. ”

"When he comes, the daylily is cold, wait, I don't think I will lose if I am uneven. He's a measured man, better than a donkey's face, you've known him for so long and you've seen him do something you're not sure of? I don't believe he's going to be here. ”

Lao Dong is still not at ease: "Why don't you send someone to find Miss Shuang'er?" Anyway, that girl hasn't come for a while, she has to weigh what Elder Zhao wants to do. ”

Zhao Kang glared: "Are you stupid, how far is Wangyue Peak from here?

Lao Dong was about to open his mouth, but Zhao Kang raised his hand impatiently to stop: "Okay, there is still a face to say that Yu Daring, why are you so cowardly? What a big deal, if you lose, you will only lose a human-level high-grade sword and lose some face, we have no other benefits of being a servant, and our face is worthless, what are you afraid of?"

Lao Dong was speechless, and whispered for a long time: "A human-level high-grade sword, how valuable it is!"

Zhao Kang was too lazy to take care of it, so he hugged his arm and folded the fan, separating his line of sight.

"Hey, what's that?" Ma Liu suddenly shouted, pointing to the middle of the field, "Look at that sword!"

A few people followed the sound and stared, only to see that the original faint sword body had changed at some point, and it was covered with a layer of hazy water.

Not only did they find out, but others also saw it, and for a while there was a buzz of discussion, and some people kept pointing and guessing what the strange situation was.

"Is this...?"

Zhao Bei'an straightened up suddenly, his eyes shining.

I heard that Feng Zhiping could use his innate power before, I thought it was a rumor, but I didn't expect it...

"It turned out to be true. Zhao Bei'an muttered to himself, frowning slightly, "It's just how it is, how to do it, throughout the ages, I haven't heard of any kind of exercise that can have this miraculous effect, is it because of a special physique? Well, it is possible, I heard that his qualifications for the second way of medicine are also quite outstanding, and the master of the Su hall is moved, maybe it is really talented, and his body can transcend the realm and resonate with the treasure blade." ”

Liu Rong listened to it and asked in surprise: "Uncle Shi, is there still such a physique in the world?"

Zhao Bei'an sighed: "There are no wonders in the world, and ancient history is not necessarily comprehensive, and it cannot be trusted. ”

"In that case, do you think it is possible for him to break free from the shackles of us in the future and be able to communicate with the power of heaven and earth without the help of the Divine Blade?"

Zhao Bei'an's body was shocked, he glanced at Liu Rong, and muttered: "I see, no wonder Old Man Wu is so tight, I also said that he was angry for a while, it turned out that he thought of this layer." ”

Liu Rong was taken aback: "Uncle Shi, can he really do it?"

"I don't know. Zhao Bei'an said in a deep voice, "It's just possible, it needs to be verified, but first you have to be able to accept him to get started." If you can, then you can use this to deduce new cultivation methods and create a new path of cultivation, and perhaps, the real path to becoming immortals. ”

Feng Zhiping didn't know this, at this moment he was completely forgetful, even Sun Yi, who was close at hand, was blurred, his mind was all blue, and he was like returning to the day when Longting Lake fell into the water, drifting with the current.

Sun Yi's sword seemed to him to be just a surge, and his body technique changed without thinking, and moved with it.

The body is not calm, the sea of qi seems to resonate with the waves outside, a breath of qi continues to gather, with the Yuan Li silk thread flowing through the whole body, until it reaches the peak at a certain moment, the mind is suddenly shocked, and the surrounding waves are instantly replaced by a quiet world.

The field of vision has never been so clear, and it has never been so wide, so wide that you can see it faintly from the sides and behind you.

I was moved like I had never felt before, until at a certain moment, a discordant cold light swept over, like a stone shattering the surface of a calm lake, like a murmur in a beautiful music, so disgusting.

So, his sword moved.

The opponent's fast sword seemed to be so slow at this time, the sword was not halfway, and the landing point and change of move had already been predicted in his mind.

"Break the army. ”

With a light drink in his heart, his sword came first, hitting Sun Yi's sword halfway.

This broken army is not a broken army of the broken army pavilion, but a sword move in the Feng family sword spectrum, after a sword is solid, the six swords chase closely, the fifth sword flies the opponent's sword, and the sixth sword goes straight to the heart, but it stops abruptly.

Feng Zhiping instantly sobered up, and the sword was not held by him, but between two fingers.

Zhao Bei'an didn't know when he came to him and blocked Sun Yi behind him, just like Wu Benshan clamped Gao Zhan's knife that day, two fingers covered with soft light easily clamped the tip of his sword, and froze.

"I..."

The next four words were choked back by blood, Feng Zhiping knelt on one knee and vomited blood, his body was in severe pain like a thousand knives from the inside out, he could no longer hold the sword, and let Zhao Beian hold the tip of the sword in his hand.

Zhao Bei'an was about to speak with his sword, but suddenly his eyes showed doubts, and he took a closer look in front of the horizontal sword, injected a trace of internal force slightly, and frowned.

"Scrapped?"