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As soon as a small section of this same silver mang, it automatically closed in the middle, making the whole Qianfeng short stick look like a brush that has been magnified several times.

It's just that the tip of the pen is not a soft wolf's hair, but countless sharp and fine silver needles.

Thousands of edges, this pen is called - dust drill!

The fourth layer of the unified sword technique is the seventh style of the eight desolations, and the sword is uncertain.

When he was still in the Sword Shrine, Wu Yuan Daoren had taught all the moves of the Guiyi Sword Technique to Jian Chen, and as long as his internal strength was improved, he could practice the next layer of swordsmanship according to the diagram.

And every time Jian Chen saw this move, he always had doubts in his heart.

The sword is uncertain, except for the different internal force operation, the manifold sword style is almost indistinguishable from the immortal guidance on the first layer.

The same thrust is extremely fast, the same danger to win, what is the difference between these two moves?

Until, with Qianfeng.

It turns out that the sword is uncertain, and the meaning of uncertainty is here!

His eyes shone brightly, and the dust drill was rubbed hard by his hands.

Squeak!

A sharp and piercing grinding sound immediately came from the sharp place, causing pain in people's eardrums.

The small section at the end of the stick gathered countless silver needles like the tip of a pen, and there was a slight tremor.

If this is not a life-and-death moment, if you take a closer look, you can find that this slight tremor is that all the silver needles on the tip of the pen are spinning at a super high speed!

Every silver needle seems to be motionless, but in fact, between every breath, I don't know how many turns it rotates, so it is uncertain.

said that it was too late and that it was fast, and as soon as the dust drilled out, Fei Zhong and Gu Ting's heavy sword were already in front of them.

Brush-!

The black and white phantom swayed, Jian Chen held the pen in both hands, and quickly probed forward!

Qiang!

Squeak squeak squeak ――――――!

The tip of the falling drill rotates at high speed, and it is extremely accurate to stab at the tip of the heavy sword!

The giant sword is thick and heavy, even if it is only a cross-section, it must be two fingers wide, and the dust drill points on it, and it naturally takes root.

The sharp ear-piercing sound came into everyone's minds, and the faces of the people who were stimulated were so painful that even if they covered their ears tightly, they couldn't stop the buzzing in their heads.

This sound is countless times worse than the sound of scraping the bronze mirror with long nails, causing people to get goosebumps all over the ground and feel irritated.

Even the real person who has been cold-faced is frowning deeply at this moment, and he can't help but come out with a sword and slash Jian Chen's two pen-holding hands!

Fei Zhong's body had already fallen back to the ground, but the momentum was still there, and even the person with the sword, against the sword Chen who was blocking him in front of him, rushed five or six steps again.

On the bluestone slab under Jian Chen's feet, two shallow, but long traces were suddenly left.

He gritted his teeth desperately, gritting so hard that traces of blood were already soaked out of the roots of his teeth, and Fei Zhong's strength was several times greater than all the foreign masters he had met before.

On that day, he faced the Thunder Tiger, and was caught off guard by a punch from the Howling Sky Fist that broke through the chaotic internal force defense.

But Jian Chen also has confidence, if he is prepared, Lei Hu will not be so embarrassed if he punches again.

And Fei Zhong is different, he just clearly uses his strength to suppress you, but you have no choice.

If it weren't for the rapid rotation of the sharp end of the Falling Dust Drill that kept dividing Fei Zhong's strength, perhaps his offensive would have collapsed long ago.

However, as long as you can withstand the initial and strongest moment, the further back you go, the more the sword will be able to show its indefinite advantage!

In the same rotation, Fei Zhong pulled his whole body with great force, making the strongest defense, but he used a force of skill to form the strongest shield-breaking attack.

When the two of them slowly stopped rushing and retreating, Jian Chen immediately sensed that the switch between attack and defense was at this moment!

"Ahh

He suddenly roared, and the anger in his heart that had been temporarily suppressed by the Jade Void True Person resurfaced in his eyes again.

It's just that at this moment, the anger is no longer the anger, but a brave blood!

Summoning all the internal force in his body, he rushed to his arms with all his brains, and suddenly pushed violently.

Squeak ――――――!

The dust drill spun faster, and the heart-wrenching sound of ear-piercing was louder than ever.

Fei Zhong's complexion changed suddenly.

Because he suddenly realized that the distance between him and Jian Chen had shortened by half a foot!

Jian Chen's body didn't move, and he didn't move, the two of them were in a stalemate, but the distance suddenly became half a foot shorter.

The only possibility is that the strange drill pen in his hand has already been drilled into his Gu Ting heavy sword!

Gu Ting's heavy sword followed him for half his life, and it was a gift from the deceased master Soul Burning Zhenren, and he cherished it on weekdays.

Now that he was wounded, he felt a sudden pain in his heart.

Regardless of the fact that he could no longer press Jian Chen, his arm retracted, and he was about to withdraw his sword.

At this moment, Jian Chen suddenly felt that the pressure on his whole body was light, and he didn't want to think about it, his face was distorted to the extreme, his hands were loosened, and for the first time in the battle, he abandoned Qian Feng and pounced on it.

Qiang!

When Fei Zhong retreated, he immediately felt a chill on his neck.

Jian Chen's cold and fierce face was already close at hand.

Also close at hand, there was also a cold front around his neck.

Only then did he remember that this man was carrying a long sword on his back, in addition to a short club.

The thing of the thousand-year-old town faction of the sword mound, the real silver sword - chasing the wind!

"Senior Brother Fei!"

"Fei Zhong!"

“......”

Exclamations poured in from all directions.

No one expected that Fei Zhong, who had always had the upper hand, would be put on his neck with a sword in an instant.

"Sword Shaoxia, don't do it!"

Fei Zhong is a pure yang person, Yu Xuan saw Jian Chen's face at this moment, and was immediately shocked, for fear that he would not be able to hold back the anger in his heart, so he hurriedly shouted.

"Jian Chen, if you kill Fei Zhong, you will have a mortal enmity with my Pure Yang Sword Palace!"

Breaking the Moon's real person's face may not be easy to see, Fei Zhong is her senior brother's most proud disciple, now that the senior brother is gone, how can she ignore Fei Zhong's life and death.

"Heh, hehehe. ”

Jian Chen's gaze hung down from Fei Zhong's surprised face, and his head was slightly lowered, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

Only cold words slowly came out of his mouth: "Is it a mortal enemy......? I want to kill you. ”

"You're ......!"

Breaking Moon was stunned for a moment, and suddenly became angry, but Fei Zhong was in the hands of others, and he couldn't have a seizure for a while.

"Uncle Shi, you can't bear him!"

It was Fei Zhong, after being surprised, who regained his usual domineering spirit and shouted: "Today, my Fei Zhong's skills are not as good as others, and I also asked for it when I died!"

His temper has always been strong, and now he has lost face in front of many of his peers, and it is when he is angry, and at this moment, when his mood is agitated, he actually closes his eyes, tilts his head, and crashes into the wind as thin as a cicada's wings.

"Don't!"

"Senior Brother Fei!"

In all directions, exclamations came again.

Bang Chang - !

Who knew that Fei Zhong's collision not only did not succeed in suicide, but as soon as his fragile neck touched the wind, he knocked the sword body crookedly, and a crisp sound came into Fei Zhong's ears.

This suicide hit and knocked off the sword around his neck?

For a while, Fei Zhong's expression changed from sad and angry to confused.