"Qin Feng! You trash, see how I will deal with you! "
The Junior Brother's face was full of anger, his eyes filled with killing intent, and he was about to draw his sword.
"Is that so?"
Qin Feng shouted coldly, and said angrily, "We are a dignified Second Grade Sword Master, are you going to draw your sword?"
"Draw your sword!"
"In front of me, Qin Feng, you are not worthy!"
Qin Feng shouted angrily.
Xiu!
The wooden sword made a Jianming sound, and was drawn.
If the speed of Qin Feng's sword drawing last time was like a hurricane, then the speed of the sword drawing this time was like a flash of lightning.
Then, the speed of the sword drawing this time was like a flash of lightning.
"What a fast sword drawing technique! Qin Feng, is this still Qin Feng! "
As the Senior Brother who was watching the battle exclaimed, the wooden sword in Qin Feng's hand flashed in front of the Junior Brother, and with a bang, the wooden sword hit the back of the Junior Brother's hands, who was about to draw his sword.
With a bang, the Junior Brother's hands suddenly retracted, and the half-inch sword fell back into the scabbard.
The Junior Brother's hands kept trembling, and at this moment, he felt pain from his fingers to his heart. Bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his face was pale. He looked at Qin Feng in fear, and kept shouting, "Qin Feng, you, what swordsmanship is this! How can you beat me, a dignified Second Grade Sword Master! "
"Hahahaha!"
Facing the Junior Brother's fear and panic, Qin Feng laughed coldly, and said, "Aren't you a dignified Second Grade Sword Master? Can't you see through the swordsmanship of a Sword Slave? "
"This, this …" The Junior Brother was speechless by Qin Feng's words.
Qin Feng's eyes narrowed, and there was a murderous look in them.
"Qin Feng! Don't be insolent. Don't forget, I'm still here! "
Although the Senior Brother was shocked by Qin Feng's speed of drawing his sword twice in a row, he thought that his Sword Dao cultivation was slightly higher than his Junior Brother's. Now that he saw his Junior Brother being humiliated by Qin Feng, how could he be willing to let it go?
With an angry roar, he flew up to Qin Feng with a whoosh.
"Senior Brother! Senior Brother, take revenge for Junior Brother. Take revenge for Junior Brother. Beat him up. Beat this reckless trash! "
The Junior Brother and the Senior Brother had the same thought. They both thought that the Senior Brother's Sword Dao cultivation was higher than theirs. That was why they roared at Qin Feng.
The senior brother recalled the scene of Qin Feng defeating his junior brother. As he spoke with Qin Feng, he unsheathed the sword at his waist. A cold light flashed in his eyes as he muttered to himself, "Qin Feng, ah, Qin Feng, didn't you stop your junior brother from using his sword just now, which is why he was defeated by you? Now, let's see what else you can do! "
Actually, Qin Feng had already noticed his Senior Brother's action. He snorted and said, "Yang Bing, don't tell me that you're scared after seeing Wang Lei's hands pull out the sword!"
Yang Bing, who had been exposed by Qin Feng, pretended to be calm and said, "I'm afraid! I, Yang Bing, am a Grade 2 Sword Master, afraid of a mere Sword Slave like you! What a joke! Qin Feng, even if you learned this move from god knows where and it's not a sword art, you can only play tricks and sneak attacks. What else can you do?! "
"Is that so?!" Qin Feng said coldly. His eyes emitted a cold light as he said, "Then I'll have to see the authentic Grade 2 Sword Technique of our Yang Bing, a Grade 2 Sword Master!"
"Hahahaha!"
Yang Bing sneered as a complacent expression appeared on his face. He angrily rebuked, "Qin Feng, open your eyes and take a good look. This is the true sword art of the Dao of the Sword, not your child's fancy but impractical moves!"
After the scolding, the sword in Yang Bing's hand made a swishing sound and made a Jianming sound.
However, the sword in Yang Bing's hand was a real iron sword. That Jianming sound was far inferior to the Jianming sound made by the wooden sword in Qin Feng's hand.
The sword chime that Yang Bing let out was chaotic and noisy. Moreover, it was short-lived.
However, the Jianming sound made by Qin Feng's wooden sword was clear and pure. It resounded through the entire prison.
"Qin Feng! How is it? Are you afraid now? This is the real Kenzō Sword Technique! Next year, today will be your death anniversary, Qin Feng. "
Yang Bing scolded angrily. His eyes were filled with killing intent. He used the Qin family's Sword Technique, Invisible Sword Shadow, and stabbed towards Qin Feng.
The so-called Invisible Sword Shadow was one of the most exquisite sword techniques of the Qin family. It was known for being fast like the wind, changing like a shadow, and attacking without form.
Fast like the wind referred to the speed of the sword. Changing like a shadow referred to the changes in the sword technique. As for attacking without form, it referred to the most unique aspect of the Invisible Sword Shadow. It was also the form of attack.
After gathering the speed of the wind and changing like a shadow, it would create momentum in all directions. Then, it would hit the opponent without form.
"Invisible Sword Shadow!" Qin Feng shouted coldly at the incoming Yang Bing.
"Hahahaha!" Yang Bing laughed coldly and said, "What, Qin Feng, are you afraid now? It's too late. Even if you want to kneel down and beg for mercy, it's too late! There's only one ending for you now, and that is death! Death! "
"Afraid!"
"You're just Yang Bing. You can make I afraid!"
"You don't deserve it!"
Qin Feng shouted three times in anger. The tip of the wooden sword in his hand slashed the ground. He was in high spirits. The strong sword aura blew his black hair, making it flutter in the wind. He was in high spirits, and his eyes were bright and full of vigor.
Suddenly, Qin Feng moved his body, and with a move of Sword Drawing Power, he rushed towards Yang Bing's Sword Shadow.
This time, the speed of Qin Feng's sword drawing was still as breathtaking as a bolt of lightning, like the speed of light.
Swoosh!
The wooden sword in Qin Feng's hand let out a loud Jianming sound.
Bang!
Yang Bing didn't react at all. The back of her hands, which were holding the long sword, was hit by Qin Feng's wooden sword.
With a clang, the sword in his hand fell to the ground.
With a bang, Qin Feng jumped up and kicked Yang Bing's face.
Yang Bing, who was kicked away, spat out a mouthful of blood and rolled to Wang Lei's side.
Yang Bing's face turned pale. He shouted at Qin Feng who was walking towards him, "Qin Feng, Qin Feng, what swordsmanship did you use just now? How could you use the Invisible Sword Shadow to defeat me in one move! "
Seeing Yang Bing's frightened face, Qin Feng, who was already in front of him, sneered. He glared at Yang Bing and Wang Lei with cold eyes and said, "You are second-grade swordsmen. Do you really want to know what swordsmanship I used just now?"
Yang Bing and Wang Lei, who were at a loss of what to do, kept nodding their heads as they pleaded, "We really want to know. Qin Feng, please tell us! Let us know what swordsmanship we lost to! "
"Hahahaha!"
Qin Feng sneered. His eyes were filled with killing intent. He snorted and said, "Listen up. I will tell you what swordsmanship it is!"
"It is the swordsmanship I used to defeat you!"
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