Senior Brother Liu Yizhi and Senior Brother Zhang Shuyi have always restrained people who are clever in light skills, and Senior Brother Zhang Ning was defeated by the two of them one after another. Unconsciously, everyone added the word senior brother behind Feng Qingyang, which shows that they have recognized his strength.

"Well, it depends on whether Senior Brother Feng Qingyang can block Senior Brother Zhang Shuyi's sword, if he can block one sword, he can block the second sword and the third sword. ”

Ghost Gate Sword Zhang Shuyi, swordsmanship is unpredictable, as long as the strength is slightly inferior, it is difficult to block one of its swords, only the strength is equal or surpasses the other party, can you compete for victory.

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Zhang Shuyi's eyes were cold, and his waist was straight, like a sword.

Thirty steps on the opposite side, the wind is clear, his expression is indifferent, and his demeanor is calm.

"Ordinary disciple, I only need one sword to solve it, your strength is good, you should be able to force out my third sword. Zhang Shuyi looked at the wind and said coldly.

Feng Qingyang said, "Yes! I don't think that's enough. ”

"Do you think that with your strength you can make me go all out? Zhang Shuyi's eyes became even colder.

The two stood thirty paces apart, one with a cold look and the other with a calm expression, and everyone's breath was still, staring at the table without blinking.

Airplanes!

The storage ring glowed faintly, and the Flowing Wind Sword appeared in Feng Qingyang's hand, and he said lightly: "If you don't go all out, you won't have any chance of winning." Because, you're still far from it!"

The vast majority of people were dumbfounded.

"What, Senior Brother Feng Qingyang uses a sword, the same as Senior Brother Zhang Shuyi. ”

"It's amazing, in the previous game, Senior Brother Feng Qingyang didn't take it seriously at all. ”

"The duel between the two swordsmen is exciting to think about. ”

Feng Qingyang suddenly took out the sword, and the impact on the people watching the battle was very great, after all, they all knew that if they lost the sword, the combat effectiveness of the swordsman would be greatly reduced, and only with the sword in hand could they give full play to their strength.

At the elder table, several elders nodded and smiled, "Interesting!"

With the Flowing Wind Sword in his hand, the momentum of the wind has changed, his eyes are as sharp as sword light, piercing people's hearts, and a sharp aura emanates from his body.

Zhang Shuyi was slightly surprised, he really didn't expect Feng Qingyang to be a swordsman, he couldn't blame him for not being able to see it, it was really too well hidden by the other party, under normal circumstances, swordsmen with a little achievement would have some sword qualities, such as sharpness, sharpness, sharpness, coldness, etc., but the temperament of Feng Qingyang before had nothing to do with these, and it looked ordinary.

Of course he didn't know that Feng Qingyang had already cultivated the Qi Gathering Technique to a very high level, not only could he hide the cultivation of a level, but he could also hide his temperament, so that people could not see the reality of the void, let alone Zhang Shuyi, even if it was a swordsman who cultivated in the Sea Gathering Realm, he might not be able to see it.

"Since you're also a swordsman, it's best, it's undoubtedly more fun to defeat a swordsman, I hope you can last a little longer. Zhang Shuyi's slender right hand was placed on the hilt of the sword, and all the true qi was poured into the sword body, ready to launch a fatal blow at any time.

Shout!

Zhang Shuyi moved, and the whole person was like a sword out of the sheath, and swept towards Feng Qingyang at great speed.

In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two was reduced to five steps.

Scold!

It was only at this time that Zhang Shuyi pulled out his sword, and as soon as the sword came out of the sheath, the distorted black sword light seemed to be slow and fast, like up and down, like a nightmare, making it impossible to tell which point the other party was going to attack.

Wang Qifei's face turned pale, he was defeated under this sword, and the painful feeling of being unable to use his strength and being overwhelmed was still fresh in his memory, imprinted in the depths of his mind.

Boom!

Under the nervous and excited gaze of everyone, Feng Qingyang also took out the sword, and the angle of the sword was incredible, like an antelope hanging its horns, and it was a miracle.

Not only that, the sword light of the clear wind is very thin, it is the kind of fine that is condensed to the extreme, and it is even sharper.

Ding!

Zhang Shuyi's first sword returned in vain and was blocked, he didn't care, and was about to make a second sword to suppress the other party.

It's just that to his surprise, Feng Qingyang took the lead in launching a counterattack.

"Shattered Clouds!"

The Cloud Chopping Sword Technique is only a high-level sword technique, but it is extremely powerful in Feng Qingyang's hand, and a touch of blue and yellow fragment sword light pierces through the void and goes straight to Zhang Shuyi's chest.

Zhang Shuyi took a step back, and the black long sword slashed out horizontally, wanting to seize the initiative.

Feng Qingyang's eyes were sharp, and with a flick of his wrist, the sword light erupted in a very small range, layer upon layer, spread out, and spread towards Zhang Shuyi.

"What?" The oncoming sword light gave Zhang Shuyi the feeling of an endless sea of clouds, winding around the clouds and impacting his mind.

At this moment, Zhang Shuyi restrained his contempt, his body rose from the ground, and a sword struck down.

Card Rub! Card Rub! Card Rub......

The sword light of the two touched together, cutting the platform to pieces, and the hard stone pillars at the edges were all sliced.

This series of actions took place between lightning and flint, and many people didn't see how the two sides fought each other, it was really fast and terrifying.

"It's such a thrilling duel, every sword is so dangerous, there's no time to react. ”

"Senior Brother Feng Qingyang is really powerful, he easily blocked Senior Brother Zhang Shuyi's first sword, and also launched a counterattack first. ”

On the other side, Yuan Lang and Li Qicai stood together.

Li Qicai said: "Your friend is in danger. ”

Yuan Lang smiled confidently, "Don't underestimate Zhang Shuyi, in the past year, his swordsmanship has improved rapidly, a thousand miles, and if nothing else, he has already comprehended the seventh style of the Knock Ghost Gate Sword, which is enough to defeat the three Feng Qingyang, and now the first three styles are just out." ”

"But I feel that the wind is clear and I haven't done my best. ”

The figure floated back, Zhang Shuyi fell to the ground lightly, and solemnly looked at the wind in the distance, "I admit it, you are qualified enough to let me go all out, but if you want to defeat me, it is still impossible, let you see my true strength now." ”

Zhang Shuyi took a step forward, and a sharp air flow burst out from his body, rushing towards the wind like a sea of mountains, and at the same time, the black sword light became terrifying, rendering the formless and substantial air flow into a thick black, covering the existence of the sword light.

"Sword Trembling Ghost Gate!"

This time, Zhang Shuyi didn't keep his hand, he knew that the ghost shadow fourth, fifth, and even sixth styles could not be helpless, and only the seventh style could defeat the other party with full certainty, so that the opponent would be defeated without any resistance.

The black air flow swept along with the sword light, the wind was clear and fearless, his eyes were slightly closed, and when he opened it again, his eyes were like two sword qi, tearing the void.

"Break!" When Feng Qingyang swung out a sword, all the inner disciples who used the sword nearby were terrified, and for no reason, the sword on their waists trembled, wanting to fly out of the sheath and blend into the sword momentum of Feng Qingyang, no matter how much they suppressed it, they couldn't stabilize it.

Many big people in the VIP seat exclaimed in unison, and some even shot the case, "Sword intent! It turned out to be sword intent, how could it be?"