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"Long time no see, Ying Feiyang." The corners of Ren Jiuxiao's mouth curve, but it is not a friendly smile, it is full of provocation and mockery.
Ying Feiyang is not to be outdone, he replies: "Long time no see, your knowledge has deteriorated. Even though the Passing Gale is faster than the Haughty Cold Sword Technique, it's all about the word 'crazy'. Losing the frost, it has the precision of the Soaring Cloud Sword Technique. When it's one against many, its power is boundless, but when it's one against one, even though the wind is crazy, there must be a gap.
As long as you grasp the slightest bit, you can defeat it. "Xie Lingyan, who is at the side, also secretly nods her head and says:" This kid Ying Feiyang's books are really not copied for nothing. If it's just a grasp of the sword theory, I really can't compare to him. "
Ren Jiuxiao, however, does not agree and says with a smile: "It's my fault that I didn't say it clearly just now. What I want to use is my Passing Gale." While speaking, Ren Jiuxiao's footsteps have not stopped, his sword has already been unsheathed! With a shake of his wrist, he uses the Passing Gale. The sword is like a strong wind sweeping the grass, sweeping the plains. It is said to be the Passing Gale, but it is very different from what the other disciples use. The wind of the sword does not scatter in all directions, but condenses into a force that only attacks the enemy in front of it. It is so fast that in the blink of an eye, it has already consecutively made 7 swords, and within these 7 swords, there are no flaws at all.
"Good move, the Passing Gale is crazy, but the sword is steady. The combination of a crazy person's cold sword actually causes this move to be reborn." Xie Lingyan thinks to herself. She suddenly realizes that even though this Passing Gale is very different from the other disciples', it is faintly similar to Ying Feiyang's sword technique. She then shifts her gaze towards Ying Feiyang.
But she sees Ying Feiyang stare at Ren Jiuxiao with a cold smile, saying: "I actually don't know, when did this sword technique become yours?"
"You can learn my Star Luo Strange Steps, why can't I learn your sword technique?" It turned out that not only did Ying Feiyang gain a lot from the fight that day, but Ren Jiuxiao also benefited a lot. Although he did not say it, Ren Jiuxiao had to admit that Ying Feiyang's Wind-breaking and Cloud-slashing Sword was much better than the original version, so when he was fighting, he was still trying to figure out the changes in his opponent's sword moves. With the original version as a foundation, he only needed to study a little and he was able to learn Ying Feiyang's sword technique. Thinking up to this point, Ren Jiuxiao had a smug look on his face and asked, "How are you going to solve this move?"
"Simple, Proud Cold Sword Art, Frost Covering Snow, turn and attack the bottom!" As soon as Ying Feiyang finished speaking, Ren Jiuxiao put away the complacency on his face and replied with a serious expression, "Let's see if you're faster or if I'm faster."
"Tread on thin ice, retreat to the left, attack to the right!" "Vast and mighty Heavenly Clouds, no matter where your attack comes from, my sword is enough!"
"Treading on Ice!" "Wind Leaves Mark!" "Three Feet of Ice." "Wind Light and Cloud Light."
。。。。。 One move after another shot out from their mouths. Even though their bodies did not move, in their eyes, there were flashes of sword light. In the blink of an eye, a hundred moves had passed. Sweat appeared on their foreheads, but the more they talked, the faster they got. Often, before the former had finished announcing the name of the move, the latter had already spat out a new move. Among the spectators, only Xie Lingyan's mind could keep up with the speed of the two. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net.
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。。。。。 "Wind Sorrow and Cloud Misery!" Yue Leng Xing Han! " The two suddenly stopped. They stared at each other, panting, not giving way to each other. "Continue, why did you stop?" Luo Zhonghao scratched his head and asked.
Xie Lingyan rolled her eyes at him. She knew that Yue Leng Xing Han and Wind Sorrow and Cloud Misery had become swords against swords. It had evolved into a battle of qi, but she was too lazy to explain to Luo Zhonghao.
"Looks like we won't be able to decide victory or defeat just by talking." Ren Jiuxiao stretched out his hand. His qi condensed in his palm. In terms of sword techniques, it was hard to see who was better. At this time, whoever had the most qi would be the winner. Facing Ren Jiuxiao's challenge, Ying Feiyang's eyes dimmed. He took a step back and smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid we can't compete today."
"Why?" Ren Jiuxiao asked. "Something went wrong in my practice." Ying Feiyang pretended to play it down to hide the bitterness in his words. Ren Jiuxiao frowned. Then, his fingers and palm moved like lightning towards Ying Feiyang's pulse. Ying Feiyang didn't think much. He turned his hand and chopped towards Ren Jiuxiao's wrist. However, the knife was shaken off by Ren Jiuxiao's protective qi. His arm was also shaken to the point of numbness. At this time, Ren Jiuxiao's fingers were like hooks, tightly locking onto Ying Feiyang's wrist.
Ren Jiuxiao's genuine Qi penetrated into Ying Feiyang's body, and the Jade Virtual genuine Qi around Ying Feiyang fought back. However, there was no one to guide the several genuine Qis, and they fought on their own. Without coordination, the genuine Qi was like a disorganized army. In just a moment, it was scattered by Ren Jiuxiao's genuine Qi, and Ren Jiuxiao's genuine Qi went straight into his Ocean of Qi.
As the qi invaded, Ying Feiyang suddenly felt pain in his meridians. But he was already used to this kind of pain. He clenched his teeth and didn't make a sound. Then, he heard Xie Lingyan shout angrily: "Ren Jiuxiao, stop it. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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The Feining Sword was unsheathed. Xie Lingyan raised her hand and the sword turned into a green rainbow. In an instant, it was in front of Ren Jiuxiao. Xie Lingyan attacked angrily. This sword gave up many changes, and only had the speed and fierceness of the heart. She stabbed Ren Jiuxiao's arm directly.
Ren Jiuxiao didn't withdraw his hand, but his other hand had already raised his sword. Because he was distracted, Ren Jiuxiao didn't dare to take it head-on. The sword energy was as light as flying cotton, and it was as soft as silk. With a shake of the tip of the sword, it circled around the Flying Condensation Sword and drew a few interlocking circles. Although the weapons didn't touch, it brought about a sticky spiral airflow.
Xie Lingyan only felt that the sword was stabbed into the mud, and it was moving slower and slower. So, she made a prompt decision. Before the sword style was finished, she took half a step back and then reorganized the sword style. The tip of the sword turned into a dozen, and it was hard to tell which one was real and which one was fake.
"Good!" Ren Jiuxiao praised. It turned out that although Xie Lingyan's first sword was fierce, it was also stained with anger and lost the cold and ethereal sword intent of the Ice Flower Cold Soul Sword. However, she knew it halfway and changed her move in time. Suddenly, the cold light was like floating snow. She was cold and elegant, and the sword was cold. She had reached the realm of human and sword as one.
Although Ren Jiuxiao was suppressed by the sword light, his feet were still stable. The long sword in his hand flashed. In a moment, no one knew how many swords he had made. Some were straight, some were straight, and some were straight. The sound of the collision was continuous, like the noise of the rain hitting the window.
Although Ren Jiuxiao was the best among the young disciples, Xie Lingyan in front of him was one of the few who could compete with him. Ren Jiuxiao didn't move his feet and only used one hand to meet the enemy. In a moment, he was at a disadvantage, but he still didn't let go of the hand that grabbed Ying Feiyang. His Genuine Qi was like a hot knife cutting through butter to explore Ying Feiyang's pubic region.
"Don't let go!" Xie Lingyan shouted. The virtual and real swords merged into one, and the strength superimposed. Ren Jiuxiao held his sword horizontally and used the body of the sword to block the tip of the Feining Sword. "Ding", the sword in Ren Jiuxiao's hand was broken in the waist. The strength of the Feining Sword did not stop, and left a blood mark on Ren Jiuxiao's arm. When Ren Jiuxiao was attacked, his Genuine Qi was unconsciously chaotic. Just at this moment, the suppressed Genuine Qi in Ying Feiyang's pubic region broke out like a mountain torrent, and the wantonly majestic power roared out, turning into a shocking huge force.
"Bang!" With a deep and low sound, Ren Jiuxiao was pushed back a few steps by this powerful force. There was a trace of sweetness in his throat. He looked at Ying Feiyang with a surprised look, but then the look in his eyes turned into a sudden realization. He said, "It's hard to take it back and hard to let it go. It's impossible to use strength. So that's why you don't want to fight with me."
Suddenly, he asked seriously, "How many days do you need to recover?"
Ying Feiyang released the Genuine Qi in his body to repel the strong enemy. At this time, it was like a wild dragon coming out of the gate, wantonly rolling around his body. For a moment, it was difficult for him to speak, but Ying Feiyang did not want to lose momentum. He suppressed his Genuine Qi and replied, "Not long, not two years!"
"Two years …" Ren Jiuxiao let out a long sigh, and a sense of loneliness emitted from his body. He threw the broken sword in his hand on the ground like throwing waste, "No matter how good the sword is, it will become blunt if it is not sharpened for two years. What a pity!" An unprecedented look of sympathy appeared on Ren Jiuxiao's face, which was always arrogant and indifferent. He looked at Ying Feiyang with pity in his eyes, but the sympathy that came from the bottom of his heart was more piercing than any cold words.
"What did you say!" Ying Feiyang only felt a rush of hot air to his head, and his Genuine Qi became more violent and manic. Ying Feiyang was a proud person. Under the humble appearance, he was a sword bone that would rather break than bend. Just like in the face of the provocation of Luo Zhonghao's two younger brothers, he could still treat them with courtesy. It was said that he had a good cultivation, but it was better to say that he did not take them seriously at all. How could he have the mood to care about them?
But Ren Jiuxiao was different. He was recognized as an opponent by Ying Feiyang. Because of the appreciation, the two would tit for tat. Now the pity from the opponent was the greatest humiliation for Ying Feiyang. Under extreme anger, he was choked in his throat, and there was a sign of qi deviation.
Xie Lingyan saw that Ying Feiyang's eyes were red and his face was covered with blood. She knew that it was not good, so she hurried to guide his Genuine Qi. At the same time, she said to Ren Jiuxiao with hatred, "Ren Jiuxiao, did you come to Danxia Mount just to show off?"
Ren Jiuxiao shook his head indifferently and said, "The registration for the Sword Trial Contest has begun. I thought there would be two opponents here, but there is only one left." Then he turned around and left without looking at Ying Feiyang again.
Luo Zhonghao was finally able to stand up. He got up and spat. He said to Ying Feiyang, "It turns out that you are a good-for-nothing who only knows how to use a sword with your mouth." Luo Zhonghao laughed as if he had saved his face. He called his two younger brothers and swaggered down the mountain.
After a while, Ying Feiyang's Genuine Qi gradually calmed down. He exhaled a long breath and said calmly, "Senior Sister Apprentice, thank you for your concern. I am fine now."
Xie Lingyan comforted him, "Don't worry about what they said. Take good care of yourself. With your talent, you will definitely make up for the wasted time in the future."
"Senior Sister Apprentice, can I also participate in the Sword Trial Contest?" Ying Feiyang pretended not to hear the comforting words and retorted.
"Huh?" Xie Lingyan was a little stunned and said, "Although it is a little troublesome, you can also participate as an outer disciple. But within one year, your problem will still be …"
"One year is enough." Ying Feiyang stood up. The anger on his face faded away and was replaced by a strong desire to fight, "I have decided. I will participate in the Sword Trial Contest in one year, and then —"
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