In the past eleven years, Zhao Xifeng had never learned any swordsmanship, and he had never even touched a sword, but the sword test was the only way he could ask Ma Sichen for justice at the moment, not only for the countless blood holes on Li Xuan's body, but also for the knife in his own back.

Repay virtue with kindness, repay grievances with straightforwardness, some people have no sword in their hands, but they are a swordsman in their hearts, and some people practice swords all their lives, and they are at most a killer.

Zhao Xifeng stopped talking after raising the fruit knife, the children in the northwest are more accustomed to expressing their positions with actions, only to see him jump up in place and spread his arms in the air, and swoop towards Ma Sichen, who still has a sword on the ground, like a golden thread eagle that has just left.

Ma Sichen smiled slightly, with a look of disdain on his face, and stood still to transport the true yuan, and the unique Yuan Spirit shield of the Agreeable Period was immediately opened, which was a barrier that was extremely difficult to break through for the Illumination Period.

Seeing the faint milky white light curtain appear slowly, everyone could already imagine the next moment, Zhao Xifeng's head on this light curtain would be bleeding.

Zhao Xifeng's eyes condensed, as if he didn't see the most obvious gap in crossing the border, he just curled his legs tightly, and the moment he flew above the shield, he stepped down with his feet fiercely!

The seemingly indestructible Yuan Spirit Shield was extinguished a few times, and then with a crisp sound, it shattered!

Taking advantage of this stepping momentum, Zhao Xifeng's figure rose again, twisted his waist and somersaulted in the air, and on his head and feet, his hands quickly grabbed Ma Sichen's shoulder blades in the posture of eagle claws!

Ma Sichen lifted the scabbard in front of him, blocked the attack of Zhao Xifeng's hands with an out-of-body long sword, and prepared to draw his sword and stab back when he was about to be castrated before he landed, who knew that Zhao Xifeng's hands were suspended in the air, and the corners of his mouth had been raised upwards when the old force had not disappeared, Ma Sichen secretly said in his heart that it was not good, but it was too late to react!

In the air, Zhao Xifeng shook his head back suddenly, raised an exaggerated angle, and then leaned forward with his whole body, and smashed his head on Ma Sichen's nose bone!

One pounce, two grabs, three nods! Zhao Xifeng's unique eagle strike technique learned from the golden thread eagle has first appeared in the world!

"Ah!", Ma Sichen suddenly forced Zhao Xifeng back through the scabbard, and he also retreated seven or eight steps back at the same time, and when he raised his head again, he felt that the nasal tube was hot, and two lines of nosebleeds flowed down, followed by a burst of severe soreness, tears involuntarily blurred his eyes, not to say how painful this head hammer was, it hurt to tears, but the natural stress reaction of the human nasal cavity after being stimulated, if you don't want to cry, you have to cry!

Ma Sichen gasped and stretched out his hand to wipe it under his nose, looked at the blood on the back of his hand, raised his head tremblingly, looked straight at people, looked at Zhao Xifeng and said incoherently: "You!

Zhao Xifeng stood in the other corner of the ring, crossed his hands and smiled: "Yo, you can't beat the crying nose?"

Ma Sichen has been pampered since he was a child, even if he loses in a hands-on fight, he has never been beaten out of the nosebleed, at this time, the pain in his nose is secondary, but the humiliation of losing face makes him hate and rage! He howled, pulled out his sword, and slashed at this country boy who had lost a lot of face!

Zhao Xifeng knew very well that no matter the accumulation of true yuan and the weapons in his hands, he could not be compared with a cultivator in the Peaceful Period, so he did not take it hard, and his body twisted as lightly as a swimming fish, avoiding this sword.

Ma Sichen saw that a sword was useless, and immediately slashed at another sword, Zhao Xifeng still concocted the same method, dodging with the method of swimming with a fish.

Gradually, Ma Sichen's sword was faster than a sword, and when the cultivator of the consensual period did his best, the speed of the sword was faster than Chen Yunqian's drunken dance in the body stage, and Zhao Xifeng was in the sword shadow that was almost connected, sometimes like a swimming fish, sometimes like a civet cat, and he was not necessarily fast, but he could always dodge the edge of the body when there was no room for it. In the mountains for these two months, what he learned was not only the technique of the triple strike of the golden thread carving, but also the natural Taoism, from the form of birds and beasts to improve his comprehensive understanding of the nine postures of the dry sea, now this posture is more and more natural, more and more casual, between the advance and retreat has long melted away the traces of the axe chisel, smart and light, Adapting to the situation, he didn't think twice among his peers in the town, so after a cup of tea, Ma Sichen was out of breath, and the speed of moving the sword had slowed down, but he never hurt Zhao Xifeng's cold hair, but he was sucked by him, and stepped on the back of the heart, although it was only a minor injury, but on the academician uniform dressed in white like snow, there was an extra dirty mud footprint, and the meaning of humiliation was better than the injury itself.

Xie Puyan, who was watching the battle in the audience, saw that his apprentice was gradually losing his rules, and knew that it would be worse if he continued like this, so he couldn't help but reminded him with Yuan Lingyungong: "Si Chen, hold Yuan Shouyi!"

Guo You was furious and said sharply: "Mr. Xie, please respect yourself!"

Xie Puyan turned a deaf ear and just treated nothing as if nothing happened.

The teacher's reminder rang on Ma Sichen's state of mind like a morning bell, so he suddenly sobered up, forced back Zhao Xifeng, who was about to pick up the leak from behind, with a sword, and reopened the sword momentum.

"Yo, Ma Gongzi is going to change his moves? It seems that the wood-chopping sword technique just now is useless," Zhao Xifeng stood three feet away from Ma Sichen and teased, "You are handsome, but don't you pat the shoe ash behind you first?"

The audience burst into laughter, and Ma Sichen's newly adjusted state of mind almost collapsed again! He took a deep breath, looked at Zhao Xifeng and sneered, and said: "Take a small advantage, and you will be triumphant? This sword test has just begun, and I will let you see that my swordsmanship is not only good at chopping wood, but also good at chopping people." ”

Ma Sichen said, handed the sword to his left hand, and stepped forward with his right foot, Zhao Xifeng, faintly feeling the danger, his face was solemn, and he put away his cynical look, he knew that the other party had readjusted his mentality, and it was useless to ridicule him verbally.

"The climate in your northwest border is arid, and occasionally God appreciates your face, and it is also that kind of storm, in a hurry, I don't like it," Ma Sichen looked at the ground, and suddenly said something that seemed to have nothing to do with today's sword test, "I still like it, the lingering whispers by the Chuzi Lake are warm and silent, but they are also unavoidable, so whenever I miss home, I will dance the sword in the courtyard by myself, and I will rain in the south of the Yangtze River." ”

Speaking of this, Ma Sichen raised his head again, there was only a calm look in his eyes, and he casually handed out a sword. This sword was two feet away from Zhao Xifeng, but Zhao Xifeng's left shoulder sleeve slipped silently, and a half-inch-long blood mouth appeared on his arm, and the blood slowly oozed out!

Ma Sichen smiled faintly: "Chuzi Lake, Twilight Rain Sword, please advise." ”

Zhao Xifeng touched the wound on his arm, and after looking at Ma Sichen seriously for a long time, he suddenly smiled and said: "If you don't have two lines of nosebleeds still hanging on the corners of your mouth, your current appearance is really fucking handsome." ”

Ma Sichen was furious, and all the twilight rain swordsmanship was left behind, and he swung his sword again and slashed over.