Chapter 39, a sword

Ba Fenghan has already made a move. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The combined sword attack, using the most exquisite move in his life, this move of the desert storm swung out, and Ouyang Xiyi, who was sitting like a mountain, couldn't help but start a change of color on his face, as early as when Ba Fenghan broke into the hall, he had already seen that the martial arts attainments of this alien master were indeed not shallow, but the martial arts attainments of this alien master were still beyond his expectations.

Looking at this move, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, if he could defeat this young man named Ba Fenghan? At this moment, he suddenly found that he himself was not the slightest bit sure, and his mind was full of thoughts, but in reality, his eyes had already looked at the young man who was sitting elegantly and quietly on the chair.

The young man's face maintained a very faint smile from beginning to end, even when Bai Fenghan made a move, the smile on his face never broke, and even when he looked at Bai Fenghan's attack, the smile on his face became even stronger, and a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to see through all the vanity in the world were staring at Bai Fenghan who was attacking him with the power of his sword.

At this moment, Ba Fenghan even suddenly had an illusion of inevitable defeat in his mind, although this illusion only flashed in his mind, but his heart was already like a shadow in his heart, lingering.

Sonor!

A very crisp sound, as long as a warrior should know that this is the sound of pulling out the blade, at this moment, who else but Ba Fenghan will pull out the blade? Who else is qualified to draw the blade? Obviously, there is no one else except the young man in the wheelchair.

Mo Qingchi pulled out his sword and pulled out the sword that didn't kill.

A pair of eyes looked at Mo Qingchi and pulled out his sword, but most people were completely stunned when they looked at Mo Qingchi and pulled out his sword.

Mo Qingchi definitely didn't look like a person with great strength, and he definitely didn't look like a martial artist, but more like a weak scholar, but at this moment, when this young man who looked like a weak scholar pulled out his sword, almost no one would have such an incomparably ridiculous idea in his mind.

Mo Qingchi pulled out the sword, his method of pulling out the sword was not only elegant, correct and effective, but also the speed at which the sword was drawn was also extremely fast, the moment the sword was unsheathed, in more than seven hundred guests, it could be seen that Mo Qingchi was only twenty or thirty people who drew the sword.

It's hard to imagine that a person can have such a fast speed in drawing a sword, and it is hard to imagine that a person can do such a terrifying effort in drawing a sword.

At this moment, the people who saw Mo Qingchi draw his sword clearly, such as Wang Tong, Rong Fengxiang, Ouyang Xiyi, Hou Xibai, Wang Shichong, Shangguan Long, Qingshuang Sect Chen Yuanzhi and others, couldn't help but be sure in their hearts which wild words Mo Qingchi said when he first faced Bai Fenghan, a master of different races: You only have one chance.

With such a quick sword drawing technique, such a clever sword drawing technique, such a terrifying move, such a calm thought, and such a clever judgment of timing, I am afraid that if anyone leaves the slightest flaw in front of this young man, it will definitely be an incomparably terrible thing.

The sword is unsheathed.

Most people could only hear the sound of the sword being drawn, but they couldn't see the unsheathed sword, the sword was so fast, it seemed to turn into a flying fire meteor in an instant, and it stabbed straight at the sword of Ba Fenghan.

This sword seems to be the embodiment of speed, this sword seems to be the embodiment of speed, but is it really the case? At least not in the eyes of Ba Fenghan.

When Bai Fenghan saw this, his pupils had suddenly shrunk, and although the sword seemed to be coming straight at his chest, it was actually not.

If this sword really relied on speed to win, then Ba Feng Han was confident that he had won at this time, not his brows tightened, this sword seemed to be pointing straight at the point, but in fact it was uncertain, the moment he looked at this sword, he had already felt at least seventeen or eighteen changes from this sword, and each change could make corresponding changes to his sword, each change could take his life in an instant, and one thing that he was most surprised and most afraid of, he didn't expect that the sword he saw in his eyes was constantly changing, and it was constantly giving birth to other changes。

Although this sword seems to be the formation of speed, but on top of the change, it has reached the extreme realm, he originally had a back hand on the sword and the sword, but at this moment, on the sword that is constantly changing, his back hand seems to have no meaning, at this moment he has even opened his mouth to regret it, he regrets why he left the back hand, why not swing the sword with all his strength to make a desperate fight?

One wrong step, no bad mistake.

At this moment, a wry smile had appeared on Bai Feng's cold face, he found that if he was undefeated in today's battle at this moment, it would be an impossible thing, even if there was a miracle, it was extremely impossible for him to be undefeated, he had first been completely suppressed by this person in the sword of conversation with the person in front of him, and then when he confronted the person in a wheelchair in front of him, his martial arts heart had gradually collapsed, and at this moment he could not help but make a move.

If he continues to look for the flaws in this person and does not make a move, he will only wait for death, so he can only fight to the death.

He originally had a glimmer of life, but unfortunately he didn't grasp this glimmer of life, if he didn't leave a chance to turn defeat into victory in this move, but to fight with all his might, maybe there was a chance to turn defeat into victory in adversity, but unfortunately he was wrong about this.

If a person makes three mistakes in a row, how can he not be defeated? If he wants to be undefeated, there is only one possibility that the opponent will show his flaws, and expose fatal flaws.

But what about the opponent in front of you?

The opponent in front of him seems to be a god, his move is calm and thorough, and the chess players who play against him are pressing step by step, drizzling, and will never give the opponent the slightest chance to turn defeat into victory.

The moment the sword was swung, the battle was over.

Ouyang Xiyi, Wang Tong, Rong Fengxiang, Hou Xibai and the others looked at the sword that was swung, and basically affirmed the battle situation, the only thing they didn't know was whether Mo Qingchi's sword would take off Ba Fenghan's head?

The sword skillfully swept through the double kill of the sword of Ba Feng Han's combined attack, and poked directly at Ba Feng Han's throat.

One inch.

An inch is absolutely life and death.

It's just that Mo Qingchi suddenly shook his wrist when the sword pierced another inch, and the long sword in his hand screamed violently, and then the sword fell off from Mo Qingchi's palm, but the sword did not fall to the ground immediately, but began to change direction at a faster speed, and the sword turned around in front of Bai Fenghan's neck, and finally returned to Mo Qingchi's hand.

At this moment, everyone was stunned when they saw this scene, such a technique is indeed rare in the world, what a profound kendo comprehension is required! Everyone took a breath of cool air.

The white-clothed man, who had been watching coldly, looked at this scene with a stunning light flashing in his eyes, as for Luoyang Shuangyan, there was an indescribable excitement in his eyes, especially the excitement in Rong Jiaojiao's eyes, who was sitting beside Rong Fengxiang, was even stronger, although she wanted to deliberately hide it, but after all, it was difficult to hide it, and she was still captured by Rong Fengxiang, the old fox, but at this moment he had no time to pay attention to his daughter's thoughts.

The sword returned to Mo Qingchi's hand, Mo Qingchi casually inserted the sword into the scabbard, his left hand was holding a strand of long hair, he looked at the sword in front of him very calmly, and said slowly: "One life for one life, Xiong Batian owes you a life, and you owe me a life, so we don't owe each other." He raised the long hair in his hand and said, "I know that you will definitely come to me, so I will keep this strand of hair, but the next time you come to me will be my trouble, and I will never show mercy to trouble, so you had better be absolutely sure to come again, otherwise you will never have a third chance." ”

At this moment, Ba Fenghan was silent, his eyes no longer faced with the look of thousands of troops who could talk and laugh freely, his eyes were gloomy, and he stared coldly at Mo Qingchi, who slowly turned around, and gradually disappeared into the crowd under the impetus of the amorous son Hou Xibai, who was standing beside a man in white and laughing.

For a long, long time, and I don't know how long it took, he took a deep breath, arched his hand at Mo Qingchi, who had disappeared into the crowd, and sighed: "The Central Plains is really a human being, there is a sky outside the sky, today's defeat I am convinced, and I will come to Brother Mo for advice when I complete my cultivation merits in the coming day." ”

Mo Qingchi just nodded calmly at Ba Fenghan, and didn't say anything arrogant, for those who have already been defeated, whatever the winner says is right, but he didn't say anything, just nodded.

Ba Fenghan smiled bitterly, but his heart was even more proud.

Today, he originally came to find Ouyang Xiyi, Wang Tong, and Hou Xibai, and by the way, he listened to Shi Qingxuan's Xiaoyin, but at this moment, what face did he have left here? He arched his hand at Mo Qingchi, and then prepared to leave.

However, before he left, his eyes glanced at the woman who came with him, and at a glance, the woman was still as cold as ice, and did not look at him unexpectedly, he shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and then turned to leave.

At this moment, the woman who was as cold as an iceberg was already staring at Mo Qingchi, staring at Mo Qingchi who was talking and laughing with a man in white, she stood out in the crowd, but she didn't say anything.

At this moment, it is obviously impossible to have a stunning confrontation like just now, the three of Confucianism Wang Tong, Ouyang Xiyi, and Wang Shichong presided over the overall situation, and soon the banquet returned to a cheerful atmosphere, as if it was just a trivial incident just now.

Mo Qingchi sat beside the white-clothed man and sighed softly, "Do you know why I fought with Ba Fenghan just now?"

The man in white didn't speak, he knew that no matter what he said to this person, it would be too much to say and what was wrong, so he simply kept his mouth shut.

But sometimes he couldn't help but be curious, and he couldn't help himself from asking, "Why?"

Mo Qingchi's smile became even brighter, and he sighed lightly: "Because you just looked at the eyes of that person named Ba Feng Han, your eyes flashed with an amazing light that I had never seen before, I don't like you to see this kind of light in the eyes of other men, so I made a move." ”

The man in white looked at Mo Qingchi speechlessly.

Mo Qingchi said coldly: "So I want you to know that you don't actually need to pay attention to other people at all, because there is no one in the world today who can be better than me." ”

The man in white did not speak.

Hou Xibai and Xiong Batian on one side already had a smile on their faces, and Wang Tong, Ouyang Xiyi, and Wang Shichong, who were sitting not far from Mo Qingchi's side, first smiled, and their faces also showed smiles, their eyes seemed to have begun to get younger again, with a very youthful and happy smile, and they seemed to have recalled the green years of the year......

Wang Tong and Ouyang Xiyi glanced at each other, as if they had made a decision, Ouyang Xiyi slowly stood up and walked towards Mo Qingchi, but he stood up, but stopped at this time.

At this moment, the hall suddenly fell silent.

Only one voice rang out in the hall. (To be continued.) )