Chapter 470 Concentrated Sword Slash
Gu Yun took a few steps back, then picked up the spear in his hand, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and as soon as the spear was released, a powerful wave of air slammed towards Ye Ziheng.
Seeing this, Ye Ziheng didn't panic. He turned the fifth-grade long sword in his hand, and with a random move, a wave of air followed.
The two air waves collided fiercely, making a loud "boom!", and then a gust of wind violently spread from the place where the two air waves collided, like blades, towards the Cut off their faces.
The disciples below felt the strong wind cutting their faces like blades, and couldn't help but grit their teeth to show pain, and some even cried out in pain.
But this is not to say how powerful these wind blades are, making people scream in pain. In fact, the lethality of these wind pieces is very limited, because most of their power dissipated at the moment of collision, and what is left now is just some scattered power.
The reason why these wind pieces can make these disciples scream in pain is actually very simple.
This is like someone whipping you with a small twig. The pain he gives you is more painful than hitting you with a big stick, but in fact, the damage caused is very small, just a little bit of pain, even a little bit. No skin wounds remained.
Ye Ziheng and Gu Yun standing on the stage were the closest to these wind pieces, and they were also the ones who were attacked by the wind pieces the most. They naturally felt the pain, but the only thing they could do was to grit their teeth and persevere, and then beat down.
At the moment when the two air waves collided, neither of them hesitated, and made the next move towards each other. The powerful winds collided together, producing pieces of sharp and invisible wind. The slice cut into the skin of the two, and the pain was unbearable, but they could only bear it.
The competition between the two was close, but the disciples watching the battle hid behind the chairs one after another. There were more or less thin red marks on their faces, which were all sliced by the wind. .
Although the wind slice can really cause very little damage, the pain is really painful. Every time, it feels like someone cut their face with a blade, the pain is unbearable.
"prick!"
At this time, Gu Yun on the stage suddenly yelled, then suddenly left the position where he had stood for a long time, rushed towards Ye Ziheng, and directly pierced the several sword qi that Ye Ziheng struck.
Ye Ziheng saw what Gu Yun meant, it seemed that it had taken too long, and he wanted to end it soon.
So Ye Ziheng showed a smile on his face. To be honest, he can end the battle as soon as possible. Whether it is a seventh-rank spear or the powerful "Million Swords", he can kill the battle in just a few seconds. Gu Yun defeated.
But Ye Ziheng has never done this, the reason is very simple, just to give Gu Yun face and prevent him from being defeated too badly.
But now the time is almost over, Ye Ziheng and him have indeed spent enough time, since he wants to end it, then Ye Ziheng will satisfy him.
Ye Ziheng shook the sword in his hand and looked at Gu Yun.
"Let you lose with dignity." Ye Ziheng thought in his heart, then raised his long sword violently, and slashed towards Gu Yun with a wave of golden sword, as if caught by the fin of a giant shark. Gu Yun chopped off.
"Collecting the way of the sword - condensing the sword to cut!"
(to be continued)