Because the speed increase it gives is far higher than that of the Wind Breathing Rune......

Su Hanshan stretched out his hand and shook the void space in front of him, and instantly pulled out a series of intertwined cyan traces from the space, which were extremely sticky like spider webs. Those traces were the moves that seemed to be unruly when dealing with the Tidal Sword Technique, and they were also his Wind Charms.

Su Hanshan wiped the sword in the palm of his left hand, and the wind rune pulled out of the space was engraved on the sword body.

He raised his eyes and stared at the approaching tornado, straddled his right foot, leaned sideways forward, and handed a sword.

The dazzling blue sword flew out of his hand.

In the blink of an eye, the tip of the sword silently pierced into the tornado wall. It was like a sword falling into the deep sea, without stirring up any waves, nor making any sound, just inch by inch.

Su Hanshan's eyes were quick, and when the hilt of the flying sword was about to be swallowed by the tornado, he suddenly burst out, and the figure of the majestic true qi was like a wind, and he stretched out his bloodstained right hand to hold the hilt of the sword in the palm of his hand.

Then his men, along with the sword in hand, passed through the wall of wind and were swallowed by the tornado.

At this moment, Mu Chengfeng, who was holding an iron ruler giant sword in the tornado, stopped the rotation of the August tide. It was not what he wanted, but he had to do it.

Because of the resistance, but also because of the danger that frightened him.

Resistance comes from one hand.

The rapidly rotating iron ruler giant sword was suddenly clamped by the index finger and middle finger of Su Hanshan's left hand with incredible force. At the same time, the tip of Su Hanshan's talisman sword was against Mu Chengfeng's throat.

It was a still picture.

In the picture, Mu Chengfeng, who was thinking that it was time to end the battle, looked shocked, and his eyes stared at Su Hanshan's face with horror.

Voices echoed in his head.

He kept asking himself what had happened?

Mu Chengfeng tried his best to recall that moment......

He saw a sword piercing into the tornado. At first, he didn't care, because he was convinced that all swords that trespassed on the tornado would be swept up by the wind like dust and sand. Then he held the iron ruler giant sword in both hands and continued to spin, spinning in a circle, just a circle, and there was a tingling sensation like a crash in his arms. His eyes widened, and the sword was pressed against his throat......

It was finally clear to him what was happening.

Mu Chengfeng came back to his senses and looked at Su Hanshan's two fingers holding the iron ruler giant sword like a monster, thinking to himself, how could this be possible?

......

When Su Hanshan's body protection true qi passed through the tornado wall, he still couldn't really protect his body.

The tornado of the sword qi and the cold wind collided with the true qi of the protective body around him, and at that moment, he was like being in the shadow of the sword light, which led to the fact that the green shirt was now full of messy sword marks, and the blood stains were unbearable.

According to rough estimates, there are more than 100 wounds caused by sword qi on the whole body. Fortunately, this hot pain was not fatal, even if cold sweat dripped from his forehead, he could still bear it.

Because it won.

He looked at Mu Chengfeng's incredible eyes and knew what the other party was thinking.

Holding the iron ruler giant sword, he used the fingers of the Buddha beads to interpret the Buddhist techniques, which he learned when he drew talismans behind closed doors in the plum garden.

And this sword that is afraid that the speed is not enough, and the sword that has to be blessed with the wind rune is as fast as thunder, which is a hundred-step flying sword taught by Huang Mei's predecessors.

In this battle, in addition to not using the amount of true qi comparable to the Taixuan realm, the Nose Knife Heavenly Runic Technique was combined to ...... Su Hanshan had no reservations. Maybe Mu Chengfeng couldn't accept it, but he himself knew that he would win this battle as a matter of course.

Su Hanshan looked at Mu Chengfeng and answered the question in the other party's heart: "The probability of a flying stone falling on the top of Su someone's head is extremely small, but it doesn't mean that it's impossible!"

Su Hanshan's voice pierced through the tornado and fell into the ears of everyone around the martial arts arena.

All the bystanders who had never seen the battle situation in the wind wall since the Nine Emperor Princes were engulfed by the tornado instantly understood a fact from this voice, Su Hanshan had won!

Nervous and exciting thoughts flashed through his mind, and on the martial arts platform where countless eyes were condensed, the straight and faint traces of the flying sword remnant space exploded, and the sword intent contained in it was like a pair of indestructible hands tearing the tornado apart.

The sword-like remnant wind and sword qi broke free from the shackles and shot wildly around the martial arena.

There were many big people sitting in the sentencing seat, and naturally they would not watch the people of Tiandu and the contestants suffer this innocent disaster that affected the pond fish.

The general raised his head and waved his sleeves with a sword.

A gust of north wind that was as dry as coming from the desert rose in the Su Wu Temple, dispersing all the sword qi that was raging and hurting. Then people saw the freeze-frame picture on the fighting platform.

Li Tianxia, the crown prince of the Southern Dynasty, suddenly got up, he didn't shout, Chu Nanzhao could still see the excitement hidden in those hot eyes.

Su Nuannuan patted the sleepy old man Huangmei beside her, and looked at her brother's green shirt covered with sword marks and bloodstains, tears rolled in her eyes.

The old man Huangmei opened one eye and squinted at the martial arts platform. Sleepy, he wiped the slight coldness on his face, and then said in surprise: "It's snowing again!"

Yes, the second snow of Jingyou's twenty-fourth year, at the moment when Su Hanshan defeated Mu Chengfeng, fell silently in the world.

However, except for the old man Huangmei, no one in the Suwu Temple noticed the poignant falling snow.

They are still immersed in the end of the fight.

Whether it was the spectator or the participating seats, the sound of cheering because of excitement suddenly exploded, startling the stone statue enshrined in the Suwu Temple, and also startling the snow falling in the Heavenly Capital City.

Yu Baijan looked at the junior brothers and sisters who had not been happy for a long time, and also smiled with relief. The fluctuating breathing caused the cough to be severe, but he was still smiling, and he was not afraid at all.

The laughter and tears of the world were originally conserved.

When someone laughs, naturally someone will cry.

Although the Heaven Interception Sect disciples, including Zhuo Buqun, secretly wiped away their tears without losing a martial fight, the feeling of losing face in front of hundreds of people in Tiandu was not very comfortable after all.

Their faces were pale, and their chests were full of resentment, just like the expression of the eldest prince Su Xie Yu at this moment.

During the sentencing banquet, Taishi Li Guochu saw that the eldest prince looked abnormal, so he nodded with a few big people beside him, and then preached: "Your Royal Highness Su Hanshan wins." ”

......

On the martial arts platform, Su Hanshan, who had countless wounds all over his body, collected his sword, withdrew his gaze from Mu Chengfeng, who was still stunned in place, and then looked at the sentencing seat, holding his sword and saluting.

When he bowed down and held the sword and bowed his head slightly, he inadvertently saw the bloodstained green shirt in front of him, and sniffed the smell of blood coming from his body, he lightly locked his eyebrows.

Su Hanshan, who had always been clean in the fifteenth year of the Southern Dynasty, couldn't help but dust off his shirt and robe, thinking that it was time to prepare a few more clothes.

......

In the midst of countless eyes, Su Hanshan stepped down from the martial arts platform and walked in front of Yu Baijiang to return the sword.

He was tired.

He wanted to take a break, so he walked towards his seat.

Who knew that Zhuo Buqun suddenly stood up and called him.