Suddenly, the bamboo chopsticks in the hands of the two had exchanged several moves, but there was no trace of collision.

That's because the two of them saw the move, saw the move change, and once they saw that the other party had insight into their intentions, their moves immediately changed.

But the speed of the two changes was too fast, so a few moves passed by, but the bamboo chopsticks did not really intersect.

Wang Yuang's bamboo chopsticks suddenly shrank and stretched, and his moves changed greatly, and this time he was faintly carrying sword intent.

He had already used his sword technique through the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, and the bamboo chopsticks in his hand were no different from a sharp sword at this time.

Ye Qiufeng didn't answer, taking advantage of Wang Yuang's bamboo chopsticks to stretch and contract, he had already handed the chopsticks to his right hand.

This time, the moves of the two were different again, and they began to open wide, and the wind stirred up by the bamboo chopsticks was finally clearly audible.

Everyone knew that the two were competing in advanced swordsmanship, and they could decide the winner at any time, and they all held their breath.

After all, such opportunities are rare, and everyone also wants to see how refined Ye Qiufeng's swordsmanship has been.

In an instant, the two had exchanged dozens of moves.

I saw that Ye Qiufeng's face became more calm the more he played, and the bamboo chopsticks in his hands became more and more free.

On the other hand, Wang Yuang's face was solemn, and the bamboo chopsticks in his hand were getting faster and faster.

It seems that Wang Yuang's bamboo chopsticks are faster and frequently move.

But everyone here is a master, but they know that Wang Yuang has the upper hand.

You know, it is hard and brittle, but it is extremely difficult to last, and this style of play is really physically demanding.

Sure enough, after a while, fine beads of sweat oozed from Wang Yuang's forehead, but the bamboo chopsticks in his hand did not decrease in speed at all, and even the cups and saucers on the table were vibrating slightly.

Wang Yuang couldn't help but secretly complain, he knew that he was now completely restrained by Ye Qiufeng, and the bamboo chopsticks in his hand were no longer active to attack, but involuntarily danced with Ye Qiufeng's bamboo chopsticks.

He felt that the bamboo chopsticks in Ye Qiufeng's hand seemed to have a sticky force, and it was firmly attracting his bamboo chopsticks little by little.

And in order not to get the bamboo chopsticks out of his hands, he can only gradually strengthen the resistance.

But you must know that Ye Qiufeng's bamboo chopsticks are just moving slightly, and Wang Yuang's bamboo chopsticks are about to draw a big arc, just because Ye Qiufeng has already mastered the initiative, so the bamboo chopsticks seem to move in the center of the arc drawn by the opponent every time.

One is in the center of the circle, the other is at the top of the arc, and the difference in the distance between the two is not a little, let alone between two sword masters.

Wang Yuang already felt that he was gradually losing his strength, and he knew that if he continued to hold on, he would definitely suffer from internal injuries, and he had decided to give up admitting defeat.

But at this time, Ye Qiufeng's bamboo chopsticks suddenly slowed down, like a rapidly spinning wheel suddenly and slowly stopped.

As soon as the bamboo chopsticks in the center of the circle slowed down, the bamboo chopsticks at the top of the arc also slowed down.

Wang Yuang felt that the bamboo chopsticks he was about to take off were finally free from the attraction of the opponent's encroachment, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, only feeling indescribably relaxed and comfortable.

At this time, Ye Qiufeng's movements of bamboo chopsticks suddenly became extremely slow, like a diner hesitating because he didn't know what to eat.

Wang Yuang's bamboo chopsticks also became extremely slow, but he could only test around Ye Qiufeng's bamboo chopsticks, as if there was an invisible wall that was dissolving every attack into invisibility.

If the movements of the two of them just now were electric, then their movements now can be described as sluggish and sluggish.

Every move and every change of the two of them is so slow, everyone can see it clearly, and there seems to be nothing special.

But Wang Yuang knew that Ye Qiufeng's bamboo chopsticks had already occupied an excellent and advantageous position, attacking and retreating, and all his moves and offensive routes were all in the other party's control.

What's even more terrifying is that Wang Yuang suddenly felt that every change in himself seemed to leave a gap and opportunity for the opponent to attack him, and his change not only could not attack the opponent, but there was a danger of being counterattacked at any time.

Wang Yuang had no way to stop, he knew that once he stopped, he would be discouraged, and then the opponent's attack would follow like maggots attached to the bones, and he would definitely not be able to resist it.

Ye Qiufeng's movements became slower and slower, and the bamboo chopsticks only trembled slightly.

But the pressure Wang Yuang felt seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, because at this time, Ye Qiufeng's strength was almost complete, and his attack posture had reached a level close to perfection.

Wang Yuang knew, but there was no way to do it, he was undoubtedly a fish on the chopping board now, he could only wait for others to slaughter, and he couldn't resist at all.

Ye Qiufeng's movements finally slowed down to a gradual stop, perhaps this is the most powerful moment, like a bow full of strings, a dam full of water, once the movement is unstoppable.

Wang Yuang only felt that his cold sweat was soaked.

Luckily, a wine glass came over at the moment.

Just in the middle of two pairs of bamboo chopsticks.

Wang Yuang only listened to Ruan Wenwen and said with a smile: "The two junior brothers have good skills, it is really an eye-opener for the brothers, I salute the two of you." ”

Wang Yuang usually doesn't have a special good impression of his senior brother, and always feels that he is too soft in handling things, and seems to be a little weak.

Especially when he speaks, he always seems to be serious and old-fashioned.

But now, he felt that Senior Brother Ruan's words were really the best voice in the world.

Just because, with the words of the stretched out wine glass, it has naturally dissolved all possible changes and forces between the two pairs of bamboo chopsticks.

Wang Yuang knew that he was finally completely relieved, so he reluctantly returned to his seat, put down the bamboo chopsticks in a daze, but no longer had the strength to stand up.

He seemed to hear Ye Qiufeng getting up and laughing: "Senior brother is too famous, junior brother just made a fool of himself." ”

He only felt that it was dark in front of him, and the paper fan in his left hand finally fell to the ground.