In the ring of the Male Sword Hundred Associations, the figures of the two fighting people have flashed back and forth hundreds of times.

The reason why he was able to last longer than Hu Buxi was not because of how strong Zhao Wu'an's strength was, but because he took advantage of the flying sword.

Hu Buxi has always only used a short knife, which is something that everyone in the world knows. Although the speed of the short knife is fast, there is a disadvantage that no one can ignore.

That's the distance.

Two feet and three feet, although the distance between them is less than half a step, but between masters with similar strength, this distance is victory and defeat and life and death.

However, the flying sword is very different, and the length and distance can be controlled at will, which is an extremely rare situation in martial arts games throughout the ages.

Usually the warriors fight, and most of the instruments they hold are fixed, and occasionally there are only a limited number of changes such as Mo Dao, and the length is relatively fixed.

At a distance, crossbowmen and dart throwers have taken advantage of them, but they are still inevitably affected by the outside world, and the arrows are always fired faster and then slower, and the power is greatly reduced, and the master's attention is enough to dodge it, or simply block it.

Flying swords are not subject to this restriction. Even if the distance between the sword and the body is limited, within the range of his own qi that is enough to control, he can attack and defend as he wants. Ordinary martial artists would never be able to reach such a state in their lives.

It is those who are at the top of the rivers and lakes, the masters of the first and second grades, who can control the qi and leave the body, but they are still only at the stage of entry, and they are far from entering the house, even if they spend half their strength to make the weapon get out of their hands, but they can't make moves at all.

It was no wonder that when Zhao Wu'an took out the flying sword, the people around him would be so panicked, after all, they had never heard of such a strange martial art in their lives.

After all.

The senior who founded this set of swordsmanship had already died under the malice of the entire martial arts.

Mo Dao held the sweaty knife in his hand and began to pace slowly, not in a hurry to attack.

And the sword curtain that surrounded Zhao Wu'an's body became more and more dazzling at this time.

"It's the first time I've learned flying swords, and it's really different from ordinary tricks, it's real kung fu. Mo Dao praised without moving.

If the two sides are deadlocked, they often have to change the rhythm of offense and defense to break the previous balance of power. And the most convenient way is undoubtedly to have a conversation.

Mo Dao's accosting was clueless, but it made people see through the real purpose at a glance, Zhao Wu'an naturally ignored it and continued to concentrate on blessing the sword curtain.

Mo Dao snorted secretly.

An awe-inspiring aura suddenly came.

Here it comes!

Zhao Wu'an was preoccupied.

But seeing that Mo Dao's figure flashed, the slashing knife was like a flowing shadow, and he killed him in a few moves.

Attacking from here will be blocked by Su Musha and Yu Meiren with a positive momentum, Mo Dao has suffered before, and obviously has other plans.

Zhao Wu'an retracted the sword array, and at the same time divided the three points to the two swords of Su Musha and Yu Meiren.

It stands to reason that there are not too many loopholes in the Luo Shen Sword Technique that Luo Jianqi has studied all his life, and after Zhao Wu'an reaches the peak of the Second Rank Realm, he can bring out the six swords without any sluggishness, and perfectly reproduce Luo Jianqi's sword formation back then.

Rao is Mo Dao is talented, and it is impossible to decipher the flaws in the Luo Shen Sword Formation that the previous generation of Jianghu people could not find out with their efforts in just a few incense sticks.

Zhao Wu'an is confident in this.

But Mo Dao's confidence seems to be stronger.

Bang dang!

Su Musha and Yu Meiren have been blocking the left side diagonally, but the knife that appears there is not a slash, but a shorter cut of the sea.

Compared to Slashing Hong, the blade of the Broken Sea is suddenly shortened, and sending it the same distance will consume less gas and time.

What Mo Dao wanted to fight for was this short moment, and he even did not hesitate to use the most complicated methods to steal the knife he was holding halfway.

The Broken Sea Knife was firmly caught, but at the same time, a black shadow had already appeared above Zhao Wu'an's head.

Zhao Wu'an subconsciously used his sword to block it, but only the two swords of Bodhisattva Man and Cai Mulberry were the only ones who responded to the call.

After all, the six swords of Luo Shen are both prosperous and lossy, and at this time, the two swords on the left side are restrained, and the six swords that were originally used to guard the top of the head naturally cannot respond for a while. However, even if there are only Bodhisattvas and mulberry pickers, it should not be a problem to block Mo Dao's slashing knife.

The Bodhisattva even opened and closed so wide that he rushed straight towards Mo Dao.

Mo Dao tilted his head, avoiding the Bodhisattva Man who slashed in front of him, clasped his hands together and slashed towards the top of Zhao Wu'an's head.

Seeing this move, Zhao Wu'an's heart couldn't help but have doubts again.

Jumping up with great effort, it was clearly a good time to slash, but why did he choose to slash?

If it was just such a move, Zhao Wu'an would obviously be able to avoid it as long as he lowered his head slightly.

It's a stupid trick in a stupid move. In contrast, deceiving his garrison with the Broken Sea Sword is even better.

A faint feeling of doubt disappeared in a flash. After all, everything was only in an instant, and Zhao Wu'an still vaguely captured something hidden behind this move.

Contrary to the posture of bowing his head, Zhao Wu'an jumped up suddenly, and the four free swords were all protected in front of him.

Mo Dao's horizontal slash was originally aimed at his head, but Zhao Wu'an's jump turned the original decapitation knife into a waist chop.

Bodhisattva man, mulberry picking, pulsatilla, magpie treading branches lined up, and were hit by a single blow.

The four flying swords trembled together, and the protective true qi that surrounded Zhao Wu'an also fluctuated violently for a while.

The two of them passed through mid-air.

Zhao Wu'an's eyebrows were calm, and Mo Dao's eyes were filled with a hint of surprise.

"You're not alone—"

Zhao Wu'an spoke, his voice low and inaudible.

—can see all this. ”

Behind Mo Dao, the black shroud broke silently again, and Shen Xiong's blade broke out of it like a mist.

The heavy blade smashed into the ground, and the circle of ground that Zhao Wu'an was standing on suddenly turned into ashes.

If it weren't for Zhao Wu'an jumping up early, he was afraid that the foundation would have been smashed by the sun knife hidden behind Mo Dao at this time.

Looking at each other, a look of surprise appeared in Mo Dao's eyes.

The sun-biting knife slammed into the ground, leaving behind a heavy momentum that hovered low in the air. Zhao Wu'an stepped lightly in the air, and his figure floated backwards, separated from Mo Daozhong by a foot away.

The moment the two of them fell back to the ground, Zhao Wu'an's eyebrows loosened slightly.

Mo Dao's pause was shorter than his, and he could barely see the blade falling, and the slashing knife was once again raised to the point of being level with the center of his eyebrows, once again assuming the classic starting style in the knife path.

Zhao Wu'an's brows furrowed again.

Chopping Hong out again, rubbing Zhao Wu'an's white clothes tightly, the knife intent swept like a seat.

While rushing forward with the knife in his right hand, Mo Dao threw his left hand behind him and easily pulled out the sun knife that smashed into the ground.

The two knives were held in his hands, and the endless offensive came towards Zhao Wu'an like a tide.

Zhao Wu'an's eyes turned sharp, "Dongliu!"

The poppy's sword light flashed, and in an instant, it dissolved into a dazzling sword momentum. The overwhelming shadow of the sword enveloped the two people fighting in the ring.

In the midst of the tide of sword shadows, there are no less than a number of sword shadows, stacked out one after another, and they are pouring straight towards Zhao Wu'an.

The fighting spirit is staggered.

This is no longer a trick that ordinary people can understand.

Luo Shen's sword technique is already one of the few mysterious moves in the world, but it can't even take advantage of the sweetness in front of Mo Dao.

Mo Dao is a product, and Zhao Wuan is still a second product for the time being. Although Mo Dao was overwhelmed in the realm, his experience in facing the enemy was not as good as Zhao Wu'an, and it stands to reason that he was evenly matched, but the scene was so stale.

At this point, whether it is realm or experience, it is no longer useful.

Not to mention anything else, just an ordinary martial artist against the enemy, how could he have thought that the opponent's weapon would be a flying sword?

Zhao Wu'an's side is already extremely strange, and Mo Dao's strange tricks are endless. How can ordinary people make this trick that is repeatedly suspicious and killer is simply hidden behind them?

Hu Buxi defeated Han Kuo and stood at the top of the sword path in this world.

Mo Dao defeated Hu Buxi again. At this moment, the battle between him and Zhao Wu'an had already abandoned those exercises and moves on the scroll, and every step of the two of them, every sword and sword, was a field that their predecessors had racked their brains and had never been involved in.

It was already the highest realm that a warrior could reach.

It is beyond weapons and martial arts, and it has nothing to do with realm cultivation.

Between the two, there is only the purest fight and the most simple mutual attack. Everything is spread out on a flat surface, the straight pen is a horizontal pen, the pen is a hook, and there is no truth or falsehood beyond that.

Everything is spreading and closing at a rapid pace, one move has not yet been declared invalid, and another move is started, and both sides are doing exactly the same thing.

Because each other used unprecedented tricks, the most difficult thing was not the control of the qi or the measurement of attack and defense, but the interpretation between each move and each style.

Judging and interpreting, this is something that has been done by people since there was martial arts.

They practiced it themselves, figured out countless games, and summarized them into a few words, which were put on paper, and every word was golden.

And in front of Mo Dao and Zhao Wu'an, there is no such paper. The result of years and months of painstaking work by their predecessors is that they will arrive in an instant.

The interpretation of the moves has become a contest of talent. It's not so much about trying to make a difference, it's about putting everything in your gut feeling.

In terms of talent, he should lose without any suspense, but Zhao Wuan vaguely felt that he had a chance to win.

Can you keep up...... Can you keep up...... Can keep up!

The speed of your own interpretation and judgment can keep up with Mo Dao!

"You're not the only one who saw this!!"

He shouted again, his eyes cracking.

The blades and blades intersected repeatedly, and the air shone brightly.

In an instant, they all reached the end that countless people could not reach in their lifetimes.