Four Hundred and Sixtieth Chapters: Artistic Conception Competition

In the arena battle, everyone may be an opponent. If you can know your strength in advance, then you will save a lot of energy if you dodge it reasonably.

Clank!

In the courtyard, sword energy was everywhere, and the two quickly fought together, using various sword moves non-stop.

The scene was evenly matched, and no one could do anything to anyone for a while, Liu Yong said with some surprise: "In a year, I didn't expect that you also successfully comprehended the sword intent, and even practiced to 30% of the sword intent, it is not easy!"

Zhou Wei swayed his sword intent to the extreme, and slightly proudly said: "One year is enough to change a lot of things. If you have such a little ability, then you should admit defeat early when you meet me in the ring battle."

boom!

The long sword in Zhou Wei's hand trembled suddenly, and a more powerful sword intent sprayed out, and even the sword energy became a bit fierce.

Clang, clang!

While waving the sword move, Liu Yong was suddenly forced back several steps, and Zhou Wei's advantage in the scene suddenly began to tilt.

"This is fifty percent of the sword intent!"

The warriors watching from the outside shouted softly, 50% sword intent is already the pinnacle of Xiaocheng sword intent, as long as they pass this hurdle, they will have a great sword intent.

An ordinary swordsman, with a sword intent that reached 50% of his age, is already very powerful, no wonder the people around him dared to challenge Liu Yong.

It turned out that with such confidence, he was relieved.

Liu Yong's face also changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal, and said with a faint smile: "Fifty percent sword intent? I have achieved it half a year ago, you should have just achieved it."

boom!

As soon as the sword intent rose, the aura immediately came back, and the mastery of the sword intent was even better than Zhou Wei's.

In addition, the artistic conception of comprehension is stronger than the opponent, and he has an overall advantage in an instant. Zhou Wei has no idea when he can only resist hard.

After a hundred moves, Liu Yong's eyes were fixed, and he found a flaw, and stabbed the opponent's face with his long sword. This sword was cold and fierce, extremely dangerous.

Zhou Wei was startled, and hurriedly withdrew his sword and turned around to resist, but Liu Yong just made a feint, and the moment he withdrew his sword, the long sword slammed forward.

hit him on the wrist,

Immediately, a scar was cut, and the long sword came out of his hand. Liu Yong took advantage of the situation and took a step forward, and the cold sword edge rested on Zhou Wei's neck.

"Absolutely, brother Zhou, it seems that you have been practicing for nothing this year. It is best not to encounter each other in the ring battle."

Liu Yong laughed, put his sword back into its sheath, and returned all the words Zhou Wei had said to him.

Zhou Wei returned to his table in frustration, and the friends next to him immediately comforted him: "Don't be discouraged, your sword intent is 50%, and the artistic conception of wind has also comprehended the peak of Xiaocheng, take twenty There is still some hope for the number of places.”

Zhou Wei smiled wryly and said: "It's okay, it just made me see myself more clearly. I thought that although I am not the top few people, I can't compare with Ding Fengchou, Jiang Zimo, Chu Mu, etc., but the top 20 are still the best. More than enough."

"I didn't expect it to end like this. I'm improving, and everyone else is improving too!"

Afterwards, a few more people competed with each other, among which Jiang Zimo, Chu Mu, and Mu Xinya Tianyao Palace's three young masters fought in a scuffle.

The battle between Pei Shaoxuan and Xia Xiyan, and the battle between Ding Fengchou and his old enemy Zuo Mo were the most eye-catching.

The strength of these people is recognized by everyone as being the best in the field. After a big battle, people are more determined in this way of thinking.

Even Liu Yong shook his head slightly and sighed after watching the competition between Ding Fengchou and Zuo Mo: "I am not as good as him, if I meet him, I will immediately admit defeat and save my energy for the next battle."

Hua Yunfei and others on the side of the Great Qin Kingdom looked very ugly. They thought that even if there was a gap with people from other countries, it would not be so big.

At least there is still a chance of maneuvering. After watching several battles, I shook my head and sighed in my heart, secretly thinking that I was really watching the sky from a well before.

boom!

A martial artist from the imperial capital of the Great Qin Kingdom was kicked away by a swordsman from the Tang Kingdom. A trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his face looked extremely painful.

The swordsman shook his head and said: "The warriors of the Great Qin Kingdom are still not strong enough. I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask you to be my challenger."

These words sounded nice, but to Hua Yunfei and the others, it was even more uncomfortable than humiliation.

"Don't go, I, Hua Yunfei, challenge you!"

With a gloomy face, Hua Yunfei stood up, holding a blood sword, and slowly walked towards the swordsman.

The swordsman glanced at Hua Yunfei, and said solemnly: "You are better than him, I accept your challenge!"

boom!

The two fought together, and Hua Yunfei knew that the other party was not easy to deal with, so he swung the blood-killing swordsmanship to the extreme as soon as he entered the field, the sky was full of red light, the sea of ​​blood was churning, and the evil spirit soared into the sky.

The swordsman, without changing his face, retreated step by step, resisting Hua Yunfei's continuous offensive.

When there was no way to retreat, Mu Ran stopped, shook his head and said: "It's a very powerful martial skill, but unfortunately you can't even comprehend the sword intent, it's a bit of a waste of this martial skill, let's lose!"

The sword intent soared into the sky, the swordsman's aura suddenly soared, his sword moves became violent, and Hua Yunfei's attack was swung away with just one sword, leaving a faint blood mark on his face with the long sword.

Then he retracted his sword and flew back quickly. If he hadn't been merciful, Hua Yunfei would have died on the spot under this sword.

Ji Changkong took advantage of the situation and said to the man, "Ji Changkong, can you teach me your great trick!"

Before the swordsman could answer, a swordsman friend next to him stood up and said with a smile, "It's been two battles in a row, shall I help you block?"

"Okay, Shi Yong will leave it to you!"

The swordsman nodded in agreement, returned to his seat and closed his eyes to rest his mind. He won two games in a row but didn't pay much attention to it.

In his opinion, the people who defeated the Great Qin Kingdom are not worthy of his pride at all.

Mu Chengxue said softly: "Very good, let's fight with all our strength, so that you will be convinced to lose."

Shi Yong smiled and said: "Stop talking big and making people laugh, let's talk about it after winning!"

call out!

Ji Changkong launched the attack first, swung the star sword, and the sky was full of stars around him.

But the swordsman didn't pay too much attention to the other party's vision, he yelled, and directly slashed at him with all his strength.

His cultivation base was higher than Ji Changkong's, and with his domineering sword skills, he was enough to crush the opponent.

bang bang bang!

After several times of hard work, Ji Changkong's arms were numb from the shock, and his chest was even more painful. He knew that compared with the other party, his vitality was a little weaker after all.

Instead of hiding his strength, he combined 20% of his sword intent and sword moves, and finally recovered a little disadvantage.

The swordsman smiled and said: "It's interesting, but 20% of the sword intent can't be seen here, you still lose!"

A gust of wind suddenly exploded above the blade, and the swordsman finally used his full strength.

Clang, clang!

Ji Changkong blocked three swords in a row, but in the end he couldn't resist, the long sword in his hand was directly chopped off, and flew quickly towards the gate of the courtyard.

Mu Chengxue, who thought she had holy soldiers and could show off some of the limelight, saw Ji Changkong being swept away with the long sword, his face changed slightly.

He bowed his head and drank tea, acting as if he hadn't seen anything, and completely gave up the desire to go out and challenge.

"Acknowledge your fate. The great Qin country lacks aura, and the competition is not great. Even if the heavens are equal, they are still much weaker than the geniuses in other countries."

"In this era of budding warriors, you are destined to only play supporting roles." Shi Yong said expressionlessly.

Ji Changkong's face was full of resignation, but he had to admit that what the other party said was indeed the truth.

Buzz!

At this moment, outside the courtyard gate, a melodious sword cry suddenly sounded, whining, clear and loud.

Everyone quickly shifted their gazes, and outside the door, a swordsman in a white robe was holding a long sword between his fingers.

The impact of the long sword was extremely powerful, but the swordsman only used two fingers. He clamped the tip of the sword casually, and the sword body couldn't advance half a point even if it was there, and it swayed and trembled violently in the air.

Shi Yong's face changed slightly, his last three swords were done with all his strength, it was his pinnacle killing move, he knew very well how powerful it was.

The long sword that was knocked into the air by him was at least half as powerful as his peak blow.

It would be no surprise if he avoided it, after all, his speed was a bit slow, but this man just clamped the tip of the sword with two fingers, and blocked it at will, which is a bit unbelievable.

Today happened to be five days after Zuo Mo's appointment, Xiao Chen practiced the fourth move of Dragon Claw Fist, the Mad Dragon Form, and practiced it too fascinated.

Originally, I planned to start after practicing once in the morning, but who knows, I suddenly realized something, and I was addicted to it all at once.

By the time he realized it, it was already noon, and he rushed over in a hurry.

As soon as he stepped into the gate of the courtyard, he saw a long sword flying towards him. At first, Xiao Chen thought that someone wanted to attack him.

After seeing Ji Changkong and Shi Yong in the field, he realized that it was just the aftermath of the fight, and it was obvious that Ji Changkong had lost.

Seeing Xiao Chen holding his sword, Ji Changkong said with an unkind expression, "Give me my sword!"

Xiao Chen smiled lightly, flicked his fingers lightly, and the sword began to spin slowly.

He flew towards Ji Changkong, took the long sword, and Ji Changkong returned to his seat with an embarrassed expression on his face.

Unexpectedly, outside of the Great Qin Kingdom, he would not be able to deal with even a small character.

Walking slowly towards Shi Yong, Xiao Chen said calmly: "The people of the Great Qin Kingdom can only play supporting roles, don't you think you can't be the protagonist? Do you dare to say what you just said?"

What the other party said just now, Xiao Chen heard everything verbatim, and felt extremely ridiculous in his heart.

Although the spiritual veins of the Great Qin Kingdom are rare and the competition is not strong, there are also top masters such as Yingyue, Chu Chaoyun, and Leng Liusu.

If any one is taken out, this person will not be an opponent. I really don't know where this person has the confidence.

Shi Yong sneered and said: "You are also from the Great Qin Kingdom? What's wrong with me saying it once? I said it twice, three times and four times, so what can you do to me? Don't think that Xiaolu can frighten me just by showing his hand. "

"If you are not convinced, you can go ahead and attack me, and I will let you know what a real swordsman is."

Xiao Chen stopped talking, took a step forward, and performed the Dragon Claw Fist. He held the blade with his left hand and did not move, while his right hand fisted and blasted towards him.

The fist wind roared, and the momentum was domineering. Shi Yong couldn't help sneering in his heart when he saw that the opponent didn't even come out with a knife.

Slightly leaning back, holding the saber in both hands, the saber flickered, and slashed directly at Xiao Chen's fist.