On the third day of the sword competition, Wei Shiqi faced off against Ding Yimeng.

In the past two days, Ding Yimeng won without a fight. He didn't even unsheath the Hundred Birds Chao Feng Sword. In his mind, only Xiang Yu from the Liyang Sect was his only opponent, and all the others were wiped out.

, not worthy of his attention. With this in mind, he stepped onto the sword testing platform, feeling as lonely as snow in his heart.

Wei Shiqi preceded him on the stage, standing with his back to the east and to the west. The morning sun rose from behind him, and the rays of light were dazzling.

Ding Yimeng didn't care about the dazzling light. He squinted his eyes and looked at his opponent. Seeing that he had no intention of admitting defeat, he sneered and placed his fingers lightly on the hilt of the sword.

Wei Shiqi took half a step forward, exerted force on his waist and abdomen, and crashed into Ding Yimeng like a running bull. From the corner of his eye, he saw a hundred birds jumping out of the phoenix sword from its sheath. Before he could take out the sword, he suddenly jumped up high, and then rushed forward.

He moved the Zangxue Sword, held the hilt of the sword and used some strength, his body lifted up several feet out of thin air, and he jumped forward.

Ding Yimeng was about to draw his sword when he suddenly saw him leaping into the air. He looked up instinctively. Strong light entered his eyes, and he saw only a blurry black shadow. His reaction was half a beat slow, and then he squeezed the sword with his right hand and made a move.

With a wave, hundreds of sword shadows swarmed out, like a school of fish playing in the water, like a sudden rain hitting a new lotus, and hundreds of birds looking towards the phoenix. The sword was hidden in the shadow of the sword. It was both real and illusory, and it was difficult to tell the true from the false. I didn't want to miss all of them, but Wei Shi

Seven's double jump was barely avoidable.

Everything was under control. Wei Shiqi took advantage of the situation and put the Hidden Snow Sword into his sword pouch, pulled out the iron rod and threw it down in the air. Before anyone arrived, the strong wind came first, and the sharp whistling sound pierced his eardrum like a needle.

"Sure enough, there are some tricks..." Ding Yimeng muttered in a low voice. His figure flickered and turned into a shadow. He quickly circled around three feet away and turned his back to the dazzling sunlight. He could clearly see his opponent and there was no way to escape.

shape.

Ding Yimeng's movement was as fast as a ghost, beyond the reach of human beings. He obviously possessed secret skills. Wei Shiqi's heart sank. He inserted the iron rod deeply into the sword testing platform, curled up his legs and feet, stepped on one end of the iron rod, and groaned,

He suddenly turned his downward attack into a diagonal charge, and chased after Ding Yimeng.

Ding Yimeng stretched out his hand to call back Bainiaochaofeng Sword. When he saw Wei Shiqi coming straight towards him, with the door wide open and defenseless, he couldn't help but chuckle, and with a flick of his finger, the flying sword turned into a white light and pierced his chest.

Xi Huzi was about to come to the rescue when he saw Wei Shiqi quickly waving his hand to him. He was slightly startled and put down the Seven Birds Sword to watch what happened.

The flying sword came close, and Wei Shiqi could see clearly. He twisted his body slightly, and got out of the way of his heart at the last moment. The sharp sword pierced the chest, like a cow leather, and the speed slowed down rapidly. It penetrated the flesh and blood inch by inch and penetrated straight through the back.

, Wei Shiqi seemed unaware. He waited until the hilt of the sword was close to his chest, then stretched out his right hand to hold the sword body, his thumb and index finger firmly pressed against the sword's boring head. Blood seeped out from between his fingers and flew everywhere.

Wei Shiqi locked the Hundred Birds Chao Feng Sword with his body, and his power was not lost. He rushed towards his opponent with his sword, his face as calm as usual. Ding Yimeng was finally moved by this, and activated the sword technique to retract the flying sword. Wei Shiqi suddenly reached out.

With his left hand, he grabbed the hilt of the sword with his backhand and pressed it hard against his chest. The birds struggled desperately towards Fengjian, jumping and stirring in his body, but they were still unable to break free.

The distance of three feet was approaching in an instant. Ding Yimeng once again activated his secret technique to move away three feet. Wei Shiqi sighed secretly, no longer had any hope, and rushed down the sword testing platform. He guessed Ding Yimeng's reaction, but he couldn't.

Hit his trump card, if not for the second move, Ding Yimeng would have been defeated by him and would have hated Chixia Valley.

He straightened his body and slowly pulled the flying sword out of his chest without changing his expression. The wound quickly sprouted wounds, which fit together and stopped the bleeding. He held the Hundred Birds Chao Feng Sword and stepped onto the sword testing platform again, neither humble nor arrogant.

Give it to Ding Yimeng.

Ding Yimeng stared at him for a long time, suddenly laughed, patted his shoulder and said: "Your name is Wei Shiqi, very good. If there is a chance next time, we can compete again!"

He took the Hundred Birds Chao Feng Sword, bowed to Qin Zijie, who was presiding over the sword discussion, and Shi Shiran walked away with a puff of his sleeves.

Wei Shiqi pulled out the iron rod and put it on his shoulder, and walked down the sword testing platform step by step. Everyone looked at him with strange eyes. Li Mu, who had fought with him, twitched the corner of his mouth and seemed a little unhappy, while Shen Tuping couldn't help muttering.

One sentence, "This guy is really ruthless!"

Xiang Yu's eyes flashed. Although Wei Shiqi's performance was unexpected, it was not enough to become his opponent. On the contrary, it was Ding Yimeng who made him a little afraid. The sword cultivator once stood on the spot like a wooden stake, concentrating on manipulating the flying sword to meet the enemy.

Facts have proved that such rigid tactics will only become a laughing stock. Wei Shiqi and Ding Yimeng have taught the sword cultivators of the seven sects of the side branches a lesson. The concept that there is nothing good except the sword will eventually be abandoned, and will be replaced by defeating the enemy.

Mobile warfare that uses all means to achieve the goal.

This will be an era of change, and this era begins with the sword debate in Chixia Valley.
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