"Ding, ding, ding!"

Three sounds, Zhou Bufan's golden scale sword was blocked.

Not only that, Meng Bai also took advantage of the situation to strengthen and counteract, hoping to disrupt Zhou Bufan's swordsmanship rhythm. It's a pity that Zhou Bufan's golden scale sword is a soft sword, and the sword body will offset the power with a bend and a flick, but let it take advantage of the situation to sprinkle another piece of golden scales, dotted with stars, and the number is more, like a bright night sky.

This time, the sword momentum descended from above, like a large net.

Meng Bai's knife technique then exhibited the mixed yuan knife array, like flowers blooming, like a peacock opening the screen, and then took it.

Through these two encounters, Meng Bai discovered one thing, that is, Zhou Bufan's swordsmanship has many real moves and few false moves, he pushes the sword momentum with speed, has a wide range of attacks, and has a sharp angle, but his strength is obviously not good.

With this realization, Meng Bai began to seek countermeasures. He comprehended the divine will of the wind, and what he practiced was the chaotic cloak knife technique, and in terms of speed, he would never lose to the other party.

"Sneer—"

The golden scales reappeared, sprinkled all over the sky. Meng Bai completely ignored it, and only looked in one direction. That was where Zhou Bufan's body was. His swordsmanship is very hidden, but not so much that he hides his entire body in the shadows, and there is no way to detect it.

"Mountains and mountains!"

In an instant, Meng Bai sensed the divine will of the wind, and slashed wildly with his head knife, pushing his speed to his limit. When it was, the white light was huo, and a mountain of knives crushed forward.

There was almost no big obstacle, and the light of the golden scales in front of him was extinguished by a touch, and the mountain of knives rolled, killing Zhou Bufan.

"Is this not my way!"

Zhou Bufan secretly said in his heart, he didn't make a hard connection, his feet vibrate, he used it step by wave, twisted left and right, and quickly avoided. At the same time, the golden scales were pouring like rain in the sky, both virtual and real, all over the major points on Meng Bai's body.

His golden-scale sword was specially made, not only tough, but also soft, the sword body was infused with the true qi of the bright moon, and the tip of the sword could bend freely, like the head of a spirit snake, so it could even attack Meng Bai's back. Perhaps, the strength is indeed insufficient, but as long as the attack reaches the key points, the lethality is just as terrifying.

"Flat Wind!"

Meng Bai's body was short, and with a flick of his feet, it was like an arrow off the string, shooting out close to the ground, and the knife was like a fan, slashing at Zhou Bufan's legs.

This move was a bit unexpected by Zhou Bufan. In his opinion, Meng Bai is also a master, this kind of trick is quite embarrassing, how can it be made if it is not at a crisis juncture?

That's what he took for granted. He was born in a family, although it is not big, but he has also developed the temperament of a noble son, and his moves are not only effective, but also chic and posture. It was also because of this that he chose this Bright Moon Tide Attracting Sword.

This sword with the wave of the step is elegant, like a leisurely walk, and the sword out of thousands of gold scales, piercing all over the enemy's major points, dazzling and good-looking, relaxed and freehand, quite a kind of talk and laughter, the feeling of ashes and ashes.

This is the master in Zhou Bufan's heart. The kind of guy who only knows how to fight fiercely and is desperate for victory is completely reckless and cannon fodder.

Where does Meng Bai have this kind of exquisiteness, in his heart, martial arts cultivation is to devote himself wholeheartedly. Any trick, intoxicated by body and mind, can experience a different kind of beauty, refreshing.

This strange move made Zhou Bufan lose his composure, and he jumped under his feet again and again, dodging. At the same time, the Golden Scale Sword also struck again to intercept it.

"Dangdangdang—"

A series of symphonies, although Meng Bai's posture is not beautiful, the effect achieved is great.

Before, he was looking for the other party's long sword to fight, but now, it was the long sword who took the initiative to find him. Although the Golden Scale Sword has a wide range of attacks, and while intercepting, it can also attack other places, but as long as it has to feel the critical point, it will completely ignore it and attack with a stronger and more fierce attitude.

Perhaps, Meng Bai will be hit by the sword, but it will only be a flesh injury, but if Zhou Bufan is stabbed, it will be the end of his legs being broken.

With such a gap, where Zhou Bufan dared to gamble, he naturally withdrew and strengthened interception.

With him as the main player, Meng Bai is getting happier and happier the more he fights, and he doesn't give Zhou Bufan a chance to change his rhythm at all. Suddenly, at the moment when the swords clashed, Meng Bai was clear, and a letter was naturally used by the reins, and the sword technique was not as fierce as a storm, but like a breeze and drizzle, moisturizing things silently, sticking to the sword body and slashing towards Zhou Bufan's palm.

Light, swift, with the sound of gold and iron grinding against the sword, it is distracting.

At this moment, it is too late to retreat.

Zhou Bufan faced this crisis, trying his best to stabilize his mind, and suddenly, with a flick of his wrist, the body of the golden scale sword twisted, like a soft whip, and wrapped towards Meng Bai's arm.

This is not the right move, but also a stroke of genius!

Meng Bai didn't change his move, although he could cut his palm, but he could also abolish Meng Bai's arm.

At the critical moment, Zhou Bufan still has the heart of a true martial artist and can be ruthless.

Meng Bai naturally wouldn't change it like this, and the blade that was rubbing at that time shook horizontally, not moving forward, and shook the golden scale sword away.

"Whew-"

At this time, Meng Bai's left hand was a big slam and slapped out, and the strong wind howled, rushing straight to Zhou Bufan's door.

This kind of transformation has a name, called the knife in the palm change, and it must have a high attainment in the knife and palm skills to be performed. Otherwise, if you use it improperly and use your flesh and blood to resist the sword, you will find yourself dead.

Zhou Bufan likes swordsmen to be chic and elegant, he thinks that he has a sword in his hand, I have it in the world, although he has also practiced fist and foot kung fu, but it is far behind, but he does not know this skill.

The wind is blowing, and you have to close your eyes unconsciously. However, Zhou Bufan's reaction was also very fast, his arm retracted, the long sword was waved, and the little golden scales turned into a ring, surrounding his body, which was the sign of the great success of swordsmanship - the flawless sword circle.

This response is absolutely correct, after all, no one knows where the opponent will attack from now.

However, Zhou Bufan's opponent is Meng Bai, and what he is best at is strength. At this moment, he didn't bother to change his position, his body was shocked, and he exhaled directly, "Break!"

The ring head knife is like a line of white practice, with the opening of the mountain to break the mountain, the momentum of intercepting the river and breaking the flow suddenly split.

"When—"

With a crisp sound, the flawless sword circle collapsed, and Zhou Bufan's golden scale sword fell.

Meng Bai was so powerful that he didn't let people go, and his knife technique advanced again, as fierce as a storm, slashing Zhou Bufan's neck, as if he was going to behead him. At this moment, Han Qing, the referee's ghost hand, also secretly deducted a chess piece in his hand, ready to rescue at any time.

However, the huge momentum suddenly stopped when it slashed Zhou Bufan's neck, and the strong wind hunted, blowing through his clothes, and he was shaking.

At this moment, it was obvious that Zhou Bufan's head was growing from nothing, and beads of sweat were oozing out, and he was obviously frightened.

Meng Bai smiled, took a few steps back, and stood with his knife closed, "Classmate Zhou, admit it!"

"Meng Bai, don't be complacent, I still have a chance. Next time, I will never make such a low-level mistake, and I will definitely cut you under the sword!" Zhou Bufan wanted to say cruel words and regain a little face. But as soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was actually dumb. At this moment, not only did he not get his face back, but he also exposed his inner weakness.

"I'll accompany you at any time, but this still requires Zhou to have ten consecutive wins!"