Chapter 291: Win 72 Games

Zhou Hong and Jian Feifei were separated by a few meters, and the sword intent they released began to confront each other, causing everyone to retreat.

A sword repair is a sword repair, and it really is different!

Many warriors are envious to death.

Swords are commonly used weapons, if you become a sword cultivator, your strength will skyrocket a lot!

pity.

The requirements for becoming a sword cultivator are too harsh, and it is not anyone who wants to become one can become one.

Even if the system is in hand, it is equivalent to the open and hanging sect master.

Even though Ye Xingchen, who had been reborn as the Great Emperor, had practiced Lingjian Divine Art, he was still only a martial arts cultivator, and could not compete with Jianxiu Bazhuzi.

"Go!" the referee shouted.

Zhou Hong and Jian Feifei always looked at each other.

After a while, they took ten steps back in unison, keeping a sufficient distance from each other.

The two did not burst into aura, nor did they burst into psionic energy, so you look at me, I look at you, the picture seems to freeze.

Jun Changxiao twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Come on."

When Zhou Hong joined the faction, he thought that the screen of the duel between the swordsman and the swordsman must be boring, and the duel between the swordsman and the swordsman must be even more boring!

"Brighten your sword." Zhou Hong said.

Jian Feifei said: "My sword will only be unsheathed when it makes a move."

"Go ahead."

"As soon as I make a move, the sword will definitely see blood."

"So I move first?"

"Competing with Jianxiu, I like to let the opponent draw the sword first."

"why?"

"Because, the strength of the opponent can be measured, whether it is worth letting me use the sword."

"..."

The corners of everyone's mouth twitched.

Two, you are fighting, can we not chat, can we fight, we are all sleepy!

"They're in a hurry."

Zhou Hongdao: "I must want us to fight quickly."

Jian Feifei said: "They don't understand, the conversation between you and me is actually a contest."

Jun Changxiao couldn't take it anymore.

He really wanted to send an emoticon package of "Is this the world of Jianxiu" to express his broken mood.

"Chong!"

Zhou Hong finally unsheathed his sword and said, "If the world does not understand, Jian Xiu is doomed to be lonely."

"Deeply agree." Jian Feifei said.

Zhou Hong held the sword with one hand and said, "I made a move."

"Please." Jian Feifei said.

brush! brush! brush!

Zhou Hong took a step forward, and the quaint long sword suddenly slashed in the void, and the sword lights shot out instantly.

"So fast!" The powerhouses of each faction exclaimed in surprise.

Even though they kept their eyes fixed on them, they still didn't catch how many times Zhou Hongyi breathed out the sword!

Jian Feifei caught it, and I was shocked!

He actually had sixty swords in one breath, thirty more swords than himself!

This definitely used some kind of advanced sword skills!

"Qiang——"

While thinking, Jian Feifei waved with one hand, and the three-foot long sword appeared out of nowhere, directly slashing out a sword energy that was unparalleled in practice.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The two sword qi suddenly collided, and there was a crisp sound, like a wonderful music intertwined.

The sword qi was completely neutralized, and the two of them were still standing with their swords in place.

Zhou Hongdao: "You shot twice."

Jian Feifei smiled bitterly: "You have too much sword energy, I can only take one more shot."

"Swords!"

Zhou Hong turned his wrist and said, "Jinghong!"

The sword is unsheathed, and the sword light bursts!

call out!

Pei practice unparalleled sword qi,

With a cold and fierce force, he instantly attacked Jian Juejuan, and the power was far stronger than when it was cast in Death Valley!

Li Qingyang and others are getting stronger. Zhou Hong, who has always been in the sword, would be hell if he stayed where he was.

"brush!"

Facing the attacking sword energy, Jian Feifei was holding swords in both hands and suddenly slashed from top to bottom, shouting, "Changhong pierces the sun!"

call!

The sword qi burst out!

boom!

The two sword qi collided directly, and the cold and fierce wind roared in an instant, and the faces of the people who were swept were as painful as knife cuts!

Although these two sword cultivators talked a lot, but when they really fought each other, the sword intent that erupted was so terrifying!

The second fight, evenly matched!

Zhou Hong bent down slightly, his slightly vicissitudes face showing coldness.

"Hoohoo!"

In an instant, an aura similar to spiritual power emerged from the whole body, and the leaves that were swaying in the wind were immediately cut off on the spot!

The slate that was shaken open by Xiao Xunji and Qing Linfeng's fight under his feet was also cut into small pieces!

Jian Feifei frowned, put the sword into the sheath, and said, "You won."

ah?

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Judging from the situation, no one could do anything about it, so why did they surrender?

Only Ye Xingchen knew that the sword stance released by Zhou Hong was actually the second form of Lingjian Divine Art—two-character stance!

Only after practicing Lingjian Divine Art for less than a year, he realized the second style, and his kendo aptitude is really strong.

"Chong!"

Zhou Hong retracted his sword and sheathed it, and said, "I've given it up."

He really wanted to fight Jian Feifei happily, but at this moment, he represented the Iron Bone faction, and he wanted to win the battle.

Jian Feifei put the sword into the space ring, and said: "If there is a chance in the future, Jian will go to the Iron Bone School, and then take a good look at your swordsmanship."

"Welcome anytime." Zhou Hong said.

"..."

The crowd collapsed.

The two of you are talking a lot of nonsense, and the battle ended in less than a minute. It's too fucked up.

This is the battle between swordsmen.

Once it falls to the opponent to a certain extent, unless it is divided into life and death, there is no need to continue the fight.

not to mention.

Zhou Hong was already stronger than Jian Feihan in sword stance, and he performed the second form of Lingjian Divine Art.

It's not a battle of life and death, why should it be put to death?

...

The duel between Jianxiu ended with the victory of the Iron Bone faction. The one who was injured must be Shengquan Sect. After all, they lost another game.

"Towards nine."

Elder Jin said with a trembling voice: "This last battle must be won!"

"Got it, got it." Gu Chaojiu scratched his head and walked lazily to the martial arts field.

"Qianqian, let's go." Jun Chang smiled.

Lu Qianqian touched the bracelet he gave her and boarded the martial arts field.

"This last battle is often the finale. The Iron Bone faction actually sent a female disciple?"

"You won too many games, and you don't respect the Holy Spring Sect?"

"In my opinion, maybe it's the release of water, how much to go down the steps of the Five Streams Sect, after all, they have lost seventy-one games."

The crowd whispered.

Gu Chaojiu was startled and said secretly, "My Holy Spring Sect has already lost seventy-one games?"

No wonder the faces of the elders and fellow sects are so ugly!

Gu Chaojiu, who was a bit sloppy at first, was about to stand at attention, and his eyes became sharp, as if he had changed his personality in an instant.

"girl."

He said solemnly: "Although you are a woman, for the glory of the sect, Gu will not be merciful."

Lu Qianqian stopped and said indifferently, "The disciple of the Iron Bone Clan, Lu Qianqian."

"Sacred Spring Sect disciple, Gu Chaojiu."

After the two reported their names, the referee shouted, "Start!"

"Kakaka--"

In an instant, a gust of cold air roared out from Lu Qianqian's body, and the ground quickly froze wherever it passed.

"I go!"

Gu Chaojiu said in shock, "Ice martial arts!"

"Nine Layers of Frozen Palms!"

Lu Qianqian raised his right palm with the ice bracelet, and a more powerful cold current swept in.

"not good!"

Gu Chaojiu's face changed in shock, and he was about to use his body technique to escape, but his speed became slow under the harassment of the cold air, and frost gradually filled his entire face.

"I……"

Just as this disciple of the Holy Spiritual Root was about to speak, under the frantic disturbance of the cold current, his legs suddenly stretched out like a running, turning into a lifelike ice sculpture.

"brush!"

With a wave of his long sleeves, Lu Qianqian swept in his powerful spiritual power, instantly pushing him onto the ice on the ground, and slipped down to appear in the martial arts field.

"This……"

Everyone almost fell down collectively!

"Kakkaka!"

After a few breaths, Gu Chaojiu unblocked.

He was so cold that he clung to his shoulders and kept sneezing, his snot running down unconsciously.

"Elder Jin."

Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and said, "I'm sorry, my disciples won again."