Ding Hao's eyebrows were pounding wildly.

At this moment, an extremely dangerous feeling arose in his heart.

"Well? Is that red glimmer of light the so-called mysterious energy?"

"According to the fusion memory, human warriors in this world can master a supernatural power called Xuan Qi, using Xuan Qi to condense the twelve meridians and one hundred and eight acupoints in the body as a way of cultivation..."

"The red light that just appeared on this bastard man is a manifestation of mysterious power, right? However, Song Jiannan's strength is average, I'm afraid he hasn't even reached the realm of a quiver, and the red light can only last for a moment, which is not worth worrying."

Ding Hao's mind changed rapidly and judged their strength.

"Little Bazai, today, I want you to die." Song Jiannan's eyes were full of murderous intentions.

He arrived like a high emperor, but he did not expect that in the slum, there was such a terrible monster. He obviously did not cultivate any mysterious power, nor even stimulated the mysterious energy seeds. However, he punched himself in the martial arts realm with just his physical strength.

It's simply a great shame.

Unforgivable!

"Little Bazaar, let you die under the real sword technique." Song Jiannan smiled in a silence, and murderous intent burst out.

Before he finished speaking, he pulled out his sword and made a starting move.

At this moment, Song Jiannan's entire aura suddenly changed tremendously, and an indescribable aura slowly spread around him, making people unable to help but feel a sense of psychological pressure.

"Yeah? This is...good, interesting."

Ding Hao frowned slightly and suddenly smiled.

He had a sudden inspiration, clasped the hilt of the rusty sword in his palm, imitated Song Jiannan's moves, and used the long sword to make the same starting move.

An indescribable aura also slowly dissipated from Ding Hao's body and filled the air.

It was clearly that he was imitating Song Jiannan, but he gave others the feeling that whether it was moves, sword techniques, or demeanor, Ding Hao was countless times better than Song Jiannan, as if he had been immersed in this starting move for decades, showing the essence and charm of the moves to the fullest.

"Idiot, do you think you can learn sword skills by painting cats and tigers? Haha, I'm delusional, little bastard, die for me!"

call out--!

The long sword shook, and the cold light overflowed, and Song Jiannan suddenly made a move.

His sword technique, called [Cross Fast Sword], is one of the lowest-level sword techniques in the human class.

When the sword technique is used, it is like a storm, as fast as lightning. It is said that when you reach the level of great success, you can cut a fallen leaf into a neat and even ten parts in one swing, without splashing water or dripping water.

“Good come.”

Ding Hao's starry eyes became brighter and brighter.

The rust sword in his hand shook and suddenly pierced out, and his moves were still exactly the same as Song Jiannan.

Ding Ding Ding--!

Mars are everywhere.

The long sword and the rust sword collided wildly together.

Every time Song Jiannan makes a move, Ding Hao will use the same move in the next moment.

This scene is extremely strange, like a person practicing sword in front of a mirror, with the sword paths on both sides and the left and right figures are exactly the same.

Because of the cave adventure, the nearly perverted physical strength can support the rust sword in Ding Hao's hand. Even if Song Jiannan's long sword has the bonus of the mysterious energy power, it is not at all inferior when it hits.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had already made dozens of moves.

In the fence courtyard, sword energy crisscrossed, sword light suddenly appeared and disappeared, and metal roared wildly.

After more than ten minutes.

Song Jiannan's face finally began to change.

"This is impossible! What's going on? How could this little bastard, how could he [Cross Fast Sword]? This is a sword technique that only the registered disciples of the Sword Sect are qualified to master. Moreover, is he a beginner? Why is his attainment in this set of sword techniques so skillful, even... still above me?"

Song Jiannan seemed to have swallowed a dead mouse, and the more he fought, the more he became more and more frightened.

Ding Hao's mastery of [Cross Fast Sword] has become more and more skilled as time goes by.

If Song Jiannan could still be equal to Ding Hao during the first time, then when the two of them used the [Cross Fast Sword] for the second time, whether they were proficient or controlled the artistic conception of the sword, Ding Hao had already surpassed Song Jiannan more than twice. The sword light became faster and faster, and the sword momentum became faster and faster, and Song Jiannan gradually could no longer keep up.

finally--

clang!

A crisp sound.

When the two swords intersected, Song Jiannan felt that his palms were trembling and his wrists were sore and numb. He could no longer hold the sword in his hand and flew out of his hand.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ding Hao did not stop and used a backhand sword.

Before Song Jiannan could react, the rust sword thrust thrust on his face three times in a row, thrusting hard on his face.

"puff……"

This arrogant disciple of the Jianwen Sect had blood splattered in his mouth, and his whole body was pulled out like a rag sack.

Seeing such an amazing scene, Zhao Xingcheng and others watching the battle made their souls burst into tears, as if struck by lightning, and their bodies were chilled.

"Puff...you dare..."

Song Jiannan fell to the ground in a very embarrassing state, his face flushed, and he couldn't help but spew a mouthful of blood from his mouth. He half got up in anger and wanted to say a few words in the scene...

However, when he saw Ding Hao's sword constantly, he instantly cut a fallen leaf into several neat parts as soon as he swung his sword. He was immediately shocked and dared not say anything.

Ding Hao did not stop there.

He was immersed in the world of swords and continued to evolve the sword force.

Soon, the whole person entered the mysterious state of enlightenment of swords.

The rust sword changed repeatedly in his hands, like a ball of red light, rolling around his body, reappearing and dying. The sword wind whistled and splitting the air, which was amazing.

This is Ding Hao's third use of the [Cross Sword].

But the sword light had reached a point where it was difficult to tell the naked eye, like red mist, which was hazy all over Ding Hao. In the end, even the sound of the sword blade breaking through the air could no longer be heard, leaving only a blurry sword light.

This is exactly the highest level of [Cross Fast Sword] - killing the leaves to ten, and not entering the drop of water.

This scene made Song Jiannan lose his soul, as if he had seen a ghost.

[Cross Sword] was originally his proud sword technique.

Since entering the Sword Inquiry Sect, he has practiced hard for more than a year, and his Xuan Qi cultivation has not made much progress, but this set of swordsmanship has reached the level of entering the hall. He tried to rely on this set of swordsmanship to be proud, and during the mid-year assessment, he took off the word "register" on his head and became a formal outer disciple.

Who knew that this beggar-like boy in front of him had reached the realm of great success only after the third time. Is he a monster?

This kind of blow made Song Jiannan crazy.

Buzz —!

The red sword light instantly converged, and Ding Hao finally stood with his sword.

He was covered in white steam, his body was as straight as a javelin. Although he was wearing tattered clothes, he seemed to emit an unseen light.

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