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"Good!!!" Thunderous cheers came from all around the arena.
Ying Feiyang suppressed his dizziness and realized that everyone was cheering for him. When he looked again, he realized that his right foot was stepping on the hilt of the Star Disciplinary Sword.
In that move, Ying Feiyang was actually defeated. He could have rolled seven or eight times, but coincidentally, his foot stepped on something solid first. What was even more coincidental was that the Star Disciplinary Sword that was knocked away was stuck in the arena, and his foot landed on the hilt of the Star Disciplinary Sword.
Ying Feiyang stood on the hilt of his sword with one foot, giving off an illusion that he had just casually parried Qing Yi's attack and retreated with ease. It was as if he was toying with Qing Yi and did not take him seriously at all.
Ying Feiyang stood steadily on the hilt of the sword, which made him look even more upright and elegant. His white robe fluttered in the wind, which made him look even more elegant and elegant. Everyone in the arena was envious, and some of the female disciples were even more nervous, their cheeks flushed, and they thought to themselves, "His swordsmanship is superb, his mannerisms are elegant, and he is handsome. No wonder his reputation is so bad, he really has the right to have such a bad reputation."
Not to mention them, even Qing Yi was confused. She thought that she could throw Ying Feiyang into a mess, but she did not expect him to easily deflect it. In the blink of an eye, half of the ten moves had passed, but Ying Feiyang did not seem to be at a disadvantage. Qing Yi was secretly annoyed.
Ying Feiyang was stunned by the cheers, but he immediately understood the situation. Ying Feiyang was still dizzy, and in order to buy time, he said in a clear voice, "My sect specializes in swordsmanship, I did not expect Uncle-Master to be able to use his fists and kicks so well. Although I did not have the chance to witness Uncle-Master's swordsmanship, I have no regrets to be able to see such good fists and kicks."
Although Ying Feiyang's words were a compliment, he was actually mocking Zhenren Qingyi for being forced to use his sword and could only use his fists and feet to fight back. How could Qingyi not understand the underlying meaning of his words? Hatred rose in his heart, but he maintained his composure and said, "All the techniques in the world are derived from one. There is no difference between saber, sword, fists and feet."
Ying Feiyang pretended to be enlightened, and said, "I see, I have learned something. With Uncle-Master's swordsmanship, you have already transcended the world, why would you be restricted by the sword form? Then let me experience Uncle-Master's fists and kicks in place of the sword." Ying Feiyang almost suffered a big loss just now, and realized that it was not easy to withstand ten moves from Qing Yi. At this time, he took advantage of the situation, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he defeated Qing Yi. If Qing Yi wanted to use his sword again, it would be like slapping himself in the face.
Qing Yi's face froze, and said coldly, "You little rascal, although you are smart, you talk too much. You are not as good as your master." As he said this, Qing Yi took a step forward, and the atmosphere in the arena suddenly became heavy. Ying Feiyang suddenly felt an invisible pressure pressing down on him, and even the Star Ji Sword under his feet seemed to be unable to bear the pressure, and bent a few inches, letting out a low cry.
"It's the Art of Accumulating Force, what a strong force!" Qing Yi was actually using the same move as Ying Feiyang, the Sword Raising Wind and Clouds, but with just one step, the force was far stronger than Ying Feiyang's.
Ying Feiyang knew that he had to make the first move, so how could he allow Qing Yi to take a second step? He lifted his foot, and the sword under his feet spun and flew out, attacking Qing Yi. At the same time, he quickly moved forward, and with a flying kick, he used his leg to use the sword move "Whirling Wind Destroys Clouds".
A man and a sword came at the same time, and each of them used their own moves. This move was never seen before, and it was a move that Ying Feiyang had a flash of inspiration, and it was very strange.
But in the eyes of a master, the path of cunning was not as good as the path of righteousness. Qing Yi said, "Useless move." Qing Yi lifted his foot, and his foot touched Ying Feiyang's, but his upper body did not move. His fingers were like lightning, and he wanted to grab the sword, but when his fingers were half an inch away from the hilt, the sword suddenly flew back, and returned to Ying Feiyang's palm.
"This kid, could it be that he has seen the way of the Art of Sword Manipulation?" When Qing Yi saw this, he was shocked. Actually, he was thinking too much. Ying Feiyang was only a young man, and he had figured out a trick to add some force to the sword, so that when the sword was thrown out, it would fly back on its own. In the past, he only used it to kill pheasants and rabbits, but he didn't expect it to have such a miraculous effect today.
Ying Feiyang seized the opportunity to attack. He moved in front of Daoist Qing Yi and raised his sword. It was the powerful Kun Sword Style. He said, "Shishu, this is the sixth and seventh style." Daoist Qing Yi was stunned. Ying Feiyang's eyes were wide open. He grabbed Daoist Qing Yi's hand and grabbed him.
Ying Feiyang took advantage of Qing Yi's inability to use his inner energy to win, so all the sword moves he used were powerful and broad, and powerful. Qing Yi fought until his hands and feet were tied, and he was very annoyed. He spun his feet and used the Star Luo Strange Steps, which was much better than Ying Feiyang's. He raised his hand, and the finger of the sword went straight for the back of his head.
Qing Yi was really angry. The back of the head was a very important place. If the finger hit the back of the head, although it wouldn't be life-threatening, it would most likely hurt the brain. If he was unlucky, he would be a fool for the rest of his life.
Ying Feiyang's entire body broke out in cold sweat when he sensed the gale behind his head approach him. Only now did he realize that even though this battle wasn't as domineering as the previous battle, the level of danger was far greater, and he couldn't afford to be careless in the slightest.
Ying Feiyang twisted his waist and used the Star Luo Strange Steps to turn around and retreat. Qing Yi chased after him, and with every step he took, he stepped on Ying Feiyang's North Pole. The two of them used the same footwork, one advancing and one retreating, sometimes spinning and sometimes stopping. Their footwork was strange and varied, but their movements were surprisingly in sync. If Qing Yi's finger of the sword didn't stay five inches in front of Ying Feiyang's eyebrows, people would believe that they were dancing together.
In the blink of an eye, Ying Feiyang was forced to the edge of the arena, and he had nowhere to retreat. If he didn't jump off the arena and admit defeat, the finger of the sword would be right in front of his head. The two fingers were getting closer and closer, blocking his vision, as if the finger of the sword was the only thing left in the world. Ying Feiyang had a flash of inspiration, and unexpectedly, he used his inner energy and jumped back high.
Everyone thought that Ying Feiyang was going to jump off the arena and admit defeat. Instructor Li, who was the judge, also cherished talent and knew that the arena was dangerous, so it was wise to stop the fight. As soon as Ying Feiyang's feet touched the ground, the winner would be decided. But Ying Feiyang turned around in the air and changed his posture to be upside down and feet up.
Everyone was shocked and afraid that Ying Feiyang would fall and break his neck. But they saw Ying Feiyang move his sword like silk, and his sword was soft and powerful. He hit the bricks outside the arena with a move called Weak Willow Blowing Wind. With a sound of collision and several sparks, the Star Luo Sword was bent into an oval shape. Just when it was about to break, "Bang!", Ying Feiyang was bounced up by the force and flew back to the top of the arena.
"The ninth move!" Ying Feiyang shouted. His sword emitted a cold light and fell down as if it was wrapped in the cold air of the Ninth Heaven. It was the move "Flying Snow and Freezing the Sky". Flying Snow and Freezing the Sky was the most complicated move in the Proud Cold Sword Formula. Ying Feiyang used it from a higher position, and his sword style was also fully displayed.
If he used his inner energy, the move "Flying Snow and Freezing the Sky" would be broken before it could be used. But now, Taoist Qing Yi could do nothing about it. Cold light flashed above his head, and more and more sword light shadows appeared. It was like a snowstorm was coming, falling down. Taoist Qing Yi gritted his teeth and stepped back to avoid the sword light. As he stepped back, Ying Feiyang stood firmly and returned to the arena.
"Uncle Master, be careful. There is only one move left. Uncle Master, are you sure you can beat me in one move?" After nine moves, Ying Feiyang became stronger and stronger. Not only did he not seem to be defeated, but he also forced Taoist Qing Yi to step back. Now there was only one move left. The disciples below the arena all cheered, thinking that Ying Feiyang had already won.
The cheers became louder and louder, and Qing Yi became more and more anxious. A surge of anger rushed to the top of his head. He had defeated countless enemies in his life, but he never thought that he would be so tied up in a fight with a junior. At this moment, he just wanted to kill the kid in front of him with all his strength.
However, Qing Yi was not an ordinary person. When he was extremely angry, he also felt that it was abnormal. He suddenly came to his senses and thought to himself, "No, why am I so easily angered today? Although my swordsmanship uses killing intent in the sword, it seeks to use the heart of the sword to control the heart of the killing. How can I lose my sword heart again after being provoked by this kid and be controlled by the heart of the killing!"
Looking at the high-spirited Ying Feiyang in front of him, Qing Yi quickly found the answer. He mocked himself in his heart, "This kid, no matter how I look at him, he really looks like that guy when he was young. No wonder I hate him so much and almost lost my sense of propriety."
Thinking of this, Taoist Qing Yi calmed down and said coldly, "Only one move left?"
His anger subsided, and the killing intent turned from manic to cold. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the arena froze, and an invisible pressure fell on the arena. The noisy and laughing disciples felt their hearts palpitate, and they all stopped talking at the same time, not daring to breathe. The arena suddenly became so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard. Only Taoist Qing Yi's faint voice could be heard.
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