Time seemed to stand still, and the two sword masters both looked at their opponents intently, their robes flying wildly.

Only a very few people could feel that in that duel space, almost every inch of it was filled with terrifying sword aura.

Call!

Yu Feihong let out a long breath, and then looked slightly lonely.

"I lost!"

After that, he looked at his shoulder, and there was a piece of clothing on his shoulder, which was already broken and flying. Such a difference can be described as extremely small, but the difference between masters is thousands of miles.

After admitting defeat, Yu Feihong walked neatly, without the slightest entanglement and hesitation.

Those who were hidden in the shadows, who originally planned to let Yu Feihong give Meng Xinghe a dismount and interrupt Meng Xinghe's rise, couldn't help but look a little ugly.

And it's different from those who think otherwise and secretly harbor sneakiness.

Young people are more of an admirer of the strong.

Therefore, when Meng Xinghe defeated Yu Feihong in a bright way, his reputation went to a new level.

In the crowd, there are more and more iron fans belonging to Meng Xinghe.

Even Yu Meiqi's eyes looking at Meng Xinghe added a little softness and a little less resentment.

"Anyone else, do you think it's not pleasant to look at me?" Meng Xinghe reined in his sword intent and stood in mid-air, looking down at the surroundings.

If a person who has no ability is arrogant, of course it is disgusting.

But if a capable person is arrogant, this will become a shining point in him.

Meng Xinghe didn't wait for a new challenger, but waited for a scream and cheer.

"I'm going to fight you!" an 'old' monk with gray hair who looked to be over half a hundred years old leaped forward and appeared on the opposite side of Meng Xinghe.

Meng Xinghe frowned.

The old monk said: "I picked the stars under the bottom, and I only started to practice qi at the age of eighty, and I have practiced until now, but I have only been thirty years, and I can be regarded as a young man." ”

"It's just that it's older. ”

Meng Xinghe nodded, in fact, he didn't care how old the person who came.

Because he is actually just an old cucumber, painted with green paint.

Meng Xinghe's identity is not too old.

However, the age of the ontology Lin Xi, before and after added up... That's really not small.

"What kind of blade do you use?" Meng Xinghe asked.

Not all monks are good at swordsmanship.

It's just that the monks who dare to face the battle head-on like this have one or two melee blades that they are good at, or they are simply physical cultivation.

Monks who specialize in formations, talismans, spells, or some other means often don't compete in the ring, unless they have a defensive treasure to protect themselves.

Even so, the fighting style has been developed, and there are still not many who will come to the front row.

Scold!

A clear sword was unsheathed.

"Sword Cultivation Picks Stars... Please see me!"

The sword light brought by the momentum of drawing the sword was like a crescent moon, penetrating the barrier of space, directly crushing all the air currents around it, and attacking towards Meng Xinghe.

Clang!

Almost the last to come, Meng Xinghe's constricted sword and Xingzi's sword collided in mid-air almost at the same time.

I thought that Meng Xinghe was so strong, but when he picked up the stars like this, he only felt a numb palm, and he took a breath and didn't take a step back.

But there is a pure and powerful force with the two of them as the center, spreading in all directions.

Before Meng Xinghe could put away his knife and retreat, Xingzi had already reversed his body and stabbed towards Meng Xinghe.

The swordsmanship of picking up the stars is very simple.

There is no mysteries in the technique, nor is it combined with spells or spells, let alone the art of flying swords.

He seems to be walking in the ancient sword line,

Pursuing the most rustic and primitive side of kendo, discarding the fancy ones that were added later.

Every sword out must be the simplest, most direct, most powerful, and most effective move.

Xingzi said that he only started practicing at the age of eighty.

But Meng Xinghe dared to guarantee that the eighty years ahead of him had definitely not wasted his time.

It's an alternative accumulation.

Some accumulations seem to be useless, but they can only be found in the most simple and ordinary corners.

Those most ordinary and practical skills are often those who are the most ordinary and ordinary people, who have been tempered over time, under the pressure of life and survival, in order to master the peak, use the ordinary with brilliance, and let the simplicity have sublimation.

The swordsmanship of picking up the stars is exactly like this.

brewed the extraordinary with the ordinary, so that his sword moves were so streamlined, but there were no flaws.

On the contrary, every sword stabbed seemed to point directly at the weak point of Meng Xinghe's knife moves.

The cultivation of picking stars is not as good as Meng Xinghe.

If Meng Xinghe wanted to, he could directly suppress people with his power, and use his powerful cultivation to subdue Xingzi, so that his sword could not get close at all.

Meng Xinghe would not do this.

If you want to be the leader, you have to show the bearing of being the leader.

Win··· It is also indisputable to win and there is nothing to say.

Therefore, Meng Xinghe still went up to the sword, and even restrained his own cultivation, and never used cultivation as an oppressive person.

In mid-air, the two turned into two clouds of white light, and the blades in their hands kept colliding, making sounds like the roar of a phoenix and the roar of a dragon.

After another sword collision, Meng Xinghe flew upside down in the air, but turned back in mid-air, his speed suddenly doubled, and he stabbed towards the heart of Xingzi.

Here's the trick!

Although many times, it is generally accepted that going back to basics is better than trick fancy.

Not really.

What they represent is just two different sides of the same thing.

Simplicity is good with simplicity.

And fancy also has fancy wonders.

If you don't see the mountains and rivers, how can you know that the desert is lonely and the sun sets over the long river?

At the same time, Meng Xinghe's hand was full of true yuan, and a huge knife appeared in his left hand.

The sword flashed, with a domineering intention, but with unspeakable skills, and headed towards the star picker.

"It's... Yu Feihong's knife?" In the crowd, someone exclaimed.

Although most of the truths in this world are the same.

However, it is still amazing to master the opponent's sword technique to such a situation in a short period of time.

Meng Xinghe held two knives in both hands, one positive and one strange, one fast and one slow, one heavy and one light.

Between movement and stillness, sometimes lifting weights as lightly, sometimes lifting as light as heavy.

The knife interaction is really varied.

But with the complexity of breaking the Jane of the star picking, so that the swordsmanship of the star picking like a hole through all changes gradually revealed the flaws, and it seemed a little overwhelmed.

"Your sword is good, but you're too persistent. But... It's not bad!"

"Let's go down!" The double knife was forceful, slashing again and again, and the heavy knife swept away the blade of the Xingzi, and the heavy knife directly slapped on the Xingzi's body, sending him down.

The old monk picks up the stars... Out!

Meng Xinghe didn't say much, just looked around.

But everyone read three words.

"Who else?"