How did Zhao Zhi use the knife intent?

Cai Xinghe couldn't figure it out, he was a master of using a sword, otherwise he wouldn't have practiced a soft sword to the ground.

However, that's all there is to it, sword intent is not something that can be practiced through hard practice, which is also the reason why Cai Xinghe went off the rails to practice soft swords, after all, the unpredictable soft sword largely makes up for the defects of the sword flow without sword intent.

But how old is Zhao Yuan?

What kind of cultivation does Zhao Zhi have?

How could he have cultivated the sword qi he had worked so hard for?

Some of the monks in the stands had little knowledge, and they only felt that Zhou Zhao was lying on the ground with a flower in front of them, and they thought that Zhao Zhi had used some terrible magic weapon.

But Cai Xinghe won't look away, that dazzling white light is clearly the knife qi formed by the transformation of the knife momentum!

There is no vanity under the fame, who said that he Zhao Zhi can only dodge?

There were many monks who saw the sword qi used by Zhao Yuan, and it was passed on to ten, ten to hundred, and the audience in the stands understood what was happening.

That's a knife breath!

The sword qi that the Jindan monk can use as a matter of course!

How many years have I not heard of a disciple below Jin Dan practicing sword qi?

The last one was Nie Feichen, the number one master of Lingxi today, and he was still in the realm of foundation building to comprehend the sword intent, how could he Zhao Zhi?

"Wonderful!

"Originally, I thought that this son was selling fame and reputation, but with this sword qi, it will be a traceless sword a hundred years later. ”

"I think he looks ordinary, but he has such talent......"

It turns out that this kid has been hiding his strength, and he is pretending to be a weak chicken.

Tang Xiaoling on the high platform also widened her eyes and asked Hong Shenghai, "Master, you already knew?"

Hong Shenghai raised his eyebrows and said, "I know." ”

"Ouch, this kid is usually oily and smooth, and he doesn't look like he can practice sword intent. ”

Who do you look down upon?

If Zhao Zhi heard it, he would definitely have to quarrel with Tang Xiaoling, and he didn't look like he could do it?

"Tsk, that's amazing!"

"Zhao Zhi wins!"

Xia Tenglong kept watching Zhao Yuan's movements, and when he saw Zhao Yuan stepping down, he said loudly: "It is worthy of my favorite opponent!"

Zhao Qian smiled in return and muttered, "I'm afraid it won't be as you wish......

This sentence was too quiet, and Xia Tenglong didn't hear it clearly.

At noon in the summer, Lingxi Valley was covered with a layer of gold, and the monks in the stands looked around.

Zhao Qian suddenly felt that the martial arts arena in this Lingxi Valley was like a crowded salt lake, and the bright clouds in the sky were like a feather falling from a flamingo.

The eyes are full of golden waves, and the red flames are moving.

"Xia Tenglong vs. Wang Haoqiong! Students from both sides come to the stage!"

This is the highlight of today, not only the duel between Wang Haoqiong and Xia Tenglong, but also the competition between the Wang family and the Xia family.

Xia Lin Xu Wang, the Wang family is the last among the four major families in Jibei, in the fire decades ago, the Wang family borrowed the momentum of the Xia family, the carp jumped into the dragon gate, and the Lin family and the Yu family were pulled off the horse.

Although the Wang family ranks last among the four, their morale is high, and he doesn't care about the old Xu family and the Lin family.

Because the descendants of the Xu Lin family have no amazing talents, the descendants of the Lin family are still struggling in the middle of foundation building at the age of more than forty, and the two sons and two daughters of the Xu family, Xu Wensong was also expelled from the Lingxi faction, which made the Wang family despise it even more.

Jibei heroes, only the two families of Xia Wang!

Wang Haoqiong is a low-key person, he does not fight, he does not grab, and he does not put on the shelf of the children of the family, if it were not for this big competition, many students would not have noticed his existence.

Usually, he either cultivates silently in the stone room, or develops some array plate tricks, especially the puppet of the psychic grade, which Wang Haoqiong spent half a year to make.

Taishang once said that the hidden dragon should not be used.

Like the family motto of the Wang family, Wang Haoqiong is like a crocodile sinking into the abyss, waiting for the most suitable opportunity to open its huge mouth.

The inchworm bends in order to seek faith, and the dragon and snake sting in order to survive.

This is also the reason why the Wang family has been unknown for a hundred years, but it has been able to become a big family.

Wang Haoqiong is convinced that he is a hidden dragon!

Wang Haoqiong wore a white hunting brocade brocade python robe, a gold belt tied around his waist, long sideburns like clouds, and a dexterous array plate in his hand.

Xia Tenglong was bare-handed, his eyes were full of fierce intent.

"Let's go!"

Suddenly, on the martial arts field, the treasure was shining!

......

"Bang!"

Two quarters of an hour later, Wang Haoqiong, who was punched in the chest, was bleeding from his mouth, and the psychic puppet was also torn apart by Xia Tenglong's beating, and he snorted: "I admit defeat!"

"Xia Tenglong wins!"

Rubbing his lower abdomen, which was injured by the puppet, Xia Tenglong always felt that Wang Haoqiong didn't seem to be using all his strength......

But he doesn't care, in his opinion, an opponent who always hides his strength and only promises will definitely not succeed.

Everything seemed to be developing in the direction that Xia Tenglong expected.

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The Lingxi Sect did not have so many rooms for tens of thousands of monks to live in, and even this could not stop the enthusiasm of the monks to watch Dabi. For these three days, all the monks prepared their own dry food and drinking water, and at night they used the heavens as their beds and the earth as their beds in the Lingxi Valley.

The midday sun is particularly scorching, as if it is about to dry the small "salt pool" of Lingxi Valley. The monks were sweating profusely in the stands, Jing Hong saw this, recited the mantra silently, and the Yimu Qingtian Array was laid down, and the monks only felt a burst of coolness.

Lin Shuiyao and Xia Tenglong have already defeated their respective opponents in advance. Now those who are still on the martial arts field are Cai Xinghe and Zhao Yuan. Among them, Zhao Guan's cultivation is the lowest, only the sixth layer of qi refining, but no one dares to underestimate it, after all, Wenyang Mansion has not yet produced a monk who can cultivate sword intent during the qi refining period.

Wang Haoqiong and others have withdrawn from the finals, and several monks who opened gambling games have made a lot of money, and those monks who bet on Wang Haoqiong to win have gritted their teeth and hated him for not being angry.

"Why is it so hot today?"

Fu Donglai wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead and couldn't help complaining.

"Zhao Zhi vs. Cai Xinghe! Students from both sides come to the stage!"

Cai Xinghe is still so polite, even in the most critical moments, he has a trademark smile on his face.

Zhao Tan smiled: "You are injured, I can take advantage." ”

Cai Xingheyun said lightly: "It's not in the way." ”

"Let's go!"

The law enforcement disciple gave an order, but neither of them moved.

"I've always wondered, how did you develop your sword intent?"

Cai Xinghe asked with a sincere face.

"I'll tell you when I'm done. ”

Cai Xinghe was overjoyed: "I will definitely visit tomorrow." ”

"Then I would like to welcome Senior Brother Cai. ”

Zhao Cheng took out the red flame musket and spun it around his hand twice.

Cai Xinghe was stunned, and also sacrificed eight flying swords and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Zhao, you know that this thing can't help me." ”

Zhao Qian also grinned: "Your eight flying swords are really annoying." ”

"Brother Zhao is a wonderful person. ”

"Haha, Brother Cai, I like you a little. ”

The two eyebrows are eyebrows, not like opponents who want to fight to the death, but more like a pair of old friends who have been friends for many years greeting each other.

After that, Zhao Cheng actually threw the musket in his hand to the side: "This thing is too cumbersome, it's better not to use it." ”

That's exactly what I mean. ”

Cai Xinghe smiled slightly, and the eight flying swords brushed back the storage bag, and gently pulled out the silver-white soft sword pinned to his waist.

Zhao Cheng is a respectable opponent, and only his own soft sword can match him.

Zhao Yuan also took out the Xuanshi knife from his arms, and Cai Xinghe muttered, "Brother Zhao be careful." ”

"Sword name, silver python!"