Zhou Hong and Jian Feifan were only a few meters away from each other. The sword intent they released began to fight, which shocked everyone and made them retreat.
A swordsman was indeed a swordsman. He was indeed different!
Many martial artists envied him.
Swords were commonly used weapons. If one became a swordsman, one's status would skyrocket!
Unfortunately …
The requirements to become a swordsman were too harsh. Not everyone could become one.
Even with the System, Sect Leader Jun, who was like a cheat, had to be a martial artist without the talent to become a swordsman.
Although Ye Xingchen, who was reborn as the Great Emperor, practiced the Ling Jian Divine Technique, he was still a martial artist. He was not a swordsman at all.
"Begin!" The referee shouted.
Zhou Hong and Jian Feifan were still looking at each other.
After a while, they took ten steps back at the same time to keep a sufficient distance from each other.
They did not release their aura or spiritual energy. They just looked at each other as if the scene was frozen.
Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched. "Here it comes."
When he accepted Zhou Hong into the sect, he thought that the scene of a swordsman and a swordsman fighting would be boring. It would be even more boring!
"Show your sword," Zhou Hong said.
Jian Feifan said, "My sword will only be unsheathed when I make a move."
"Make your move."
"Once I make a move, my sword will definitely bleed."
"So I'll make the first move?"
"In a fight with a swordsman, I like to let my opponent make the first move."
"Why?"
"Because I can measure the strength of my opponent and whether it's worth it for me to make the first move."
"…"
Everyone's mouth twitched.
"You two are in a fight. Can you stop chatting and start fighting? We're all tired!"
"They're getting impatient."
Zhou Hong said, "They must want us to fight as soon as possible."
Jian Feifan said, "They don't understand that the conversation between you and me is actually a contest."
Jun Changxiao could not stand it anymore.
He wanted to send an emoji of "Is this the world of swordsman?" to express his breaking down mood.
"Clang!"
Zhou Hong finally unsheathed his sword and said, "A swordsman is destined to be lonely if the world doesn't understand."
"I agree," Jian Feifan said.
Zhou Hong held his sword with one hand and said, "I'll make my move."
"Please," Jian Feifan said.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Shua!
Zhou Hong took a step forward and waved his quaint longsword in the air. Beams of sword light shot out instantly.
"So fast!" The experts of the various sects exclaimed.
Even though they had been watching without blinking, they were still unable to catch how many times Zhou Hong had struck out with his sword in a single breath!
Jian Feifan noticed it and was shocked!
He had actually struck sixty times in a single breath, which was a full thirty times more than him!
This was definitely some kind of profound sword technique!
"Clang —"
While he was thinking, Jian Feifan waved his hand and a one-meter-long sword appeared out of thin air. Then, he slashed out streaks of unparalleled Sword Qi in the void.
"Ding! Ding! Ding! "
The two Sword Qis collided, and a crisp sound was heard, as if they were intertwined into beautiful music.
The Sword Qi was completely neutralized, and the two of them were still standing in the same place.
Zhou Hong said, "You attacked twice."
Jian Feifan smiled bitterly and said, "You have too much Sword Qi. I can only attack once more."
"Sword Force!"
Zhou Hong turned his wrist and said, "Graceful!"
The sword was unsheathed, and the light of the sword flashed!
"Swoosh!"
The unparalleled Sword Qi attacked Jian Feifan with a cold aura. It was much stronger than when he used it in Death Valley!
Li Qingyang and the others were getting stronger. Zhou Hong, who had been comprehending the sword all this while, would be crazy if he did not make any progress.
"Swoosh!"
Facing the incoming Sword Qi, Jian Feifan held his sword with both hands and slashed from top to bottom, shouting, "Rainbow Pierces the Sun!"
"Swoosh!"
The Sword Qi burst out!
"Boom!"
The two Sword Qis collided, and a cold gust of wind blew, causing everyone's faces to hurt as if they were cut by knives!
Although these two Sword Cultivators talked a lot of nonsense, the Sword Intent that burst out when they really fought was so terrifying!
The second time they fought, they were evenly matched!
Zhou Hong bent down slightly, and his slightly weathered face was cold and stern.
"Huff huff!"
In an instant, an aura similar to Spirit Energy appeared around him, and the leaves that were blown by the wind were cut on the spot!
The stone slab that was shaken off by the fight between Xiao Ziji and Qing Linfeng was also cut into small pieces!
Jian Feifan frowned and sheathed his sword, saying, "You won."
Ah?
Everyone was dumbfounded.
From the looks of the situation, no one could do anything to the other. Why did he surrender?
Only Ye Xingchen knew that the Sword Force that Zhou Hong released was actually the second move of the Ling Jian God Technique — Two-Word Force Technique!
He had only practiced the Ling Jian God Technique for less than a year, and he had already comprehended the second move.
"Clang!"
Zhou Hong sheathed his sword and said, "Thank you for letting me win."
He wanted to have a good fight with Jian Feifan, but at this moment, he was representing Iron Bone, so he had to win the fight.
Jian Feifan put his sword into the Space Ring and said, "If there is a chance in the future, I will go to Iron Bone and have a good taste of your sword moves."
"You are always welcome." Zhou Hong said.
"…"
Everyone collapsed.
You two talked a lot of nonsense and ended the fight in less than a minute. It was too f * cked up.
This was the battle between Sword Cultivators.
Once to a certain extent, unless it was a life and death battle, there was no need to continue fighting.
Not to mention.
Zhou Hong was stronger than Jian Feifan in terms of Sword Force, and he used the second move of the Ling Jian God Technique. The latter could not take the sword move and would die under the sword.
It was not a life and death battle, so why put him in a dead end?
… ….
The battle between Sword Cultivators ended with Iron Bone's victory. The Sacred Spring Sect would definitely be injured. After all, they had lost another battle.
"Chaojiu."
Elder Jin said with a trembling voice, "This is the last battle, we must win!"
"Got it, got it." Gu Chaojiu scratched his head and walked lazily to the martial arts practice field.
"Qianqian, go." Jun Changxiao said.
Lu Qianqian touched the bracelet he gave her and went to the martial arts practice field.
"This last battle is usually the finale. Iron Bone actually sent a female disciple?"
"They won too many matches and disrespected the Sacred Spring Sect?"
"In my opinion, maybe they are going easy on the fifth-rate sect. After all, they have lost 71 matches."
Everyone whispered.
Gu Chaojiu was startled and said to himself, "Our Sacred Spring Sect has lost 71 matches?"
No wonder the Elder and his fellow disciples looked so bad!
Gu Chaojiu, who had been a little sloppy, immediately straightened his body. His gaze became sharp, as if he was a different person.
"Miss."
He said seriously, "Although you are a woman, I will not go easy on you for the sect's glory."
Lu Qianqian stopped and said calmly, "Iron Bone Clan's disciple, Lu Qianqian."
"Sacred Spring Sect's disciple, Gu Chaojiu."
After the two of them said their names, the referee shouted, "Begin!"
"Ka ka ka —"
In an instant, cold air whizzed out of Lu Qianqian's body. Wherever it passed, the ground was quickly frozen.
"Damn!"
Gu Chaojiu said in shock, "Ice element martial artist!"
"Nine Layers of Ice Sealing Palm!"
Lu Qianqian raised her right hand that was wearing the ice bracelet, and an even more powerful cold current swept over.
"Oh no!"
Gu Chaojiu's expression changed. He was about to use his movement technique to escape, but his speed was slowed down by the cold air. Frost gradually covered his entire face.
"I …"
Just as this direct disciple with a Divine Spiritual Root was about to speak, his entire body was affected by the frenzied cold current. He immediately took a step forward and ran before he turned into a lifelike ice sculpture.
"Whoosh!"
Lu Qianqian waved her long sleeves. Dense spiritual energy swept out and pushed him onto the ice on the ground. He slipped out of the arena.
"This …"
Everyone almost fell down!
"Ka ka ka!"
After a few breaths, Gu Chaojiu was unfrozen.
He was so cold that he held his shoulders and sneezed. His nose was running down.
"Elder Jin."
Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and said, "Sorry, my disciple won again."
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