A long sword reflected cold sword light, and hundreds of disciples from Tianyuan Academy and Qinglong Academy were continuously teleported out by mysterious rules.
One after another Taixu ancient order fell out.
"What?"
Duan Ming, who was fighting fiercely with Tang Yue, suddenly shrank. He didn't expect Wang Teng to be able to control so many swords at the same time. In just a short moment, hundreds of people were wiped out.
From the beginning to the end, Wang Teng remained calm and composed, and the Jingfeng Sword he held in his hand was never unsheathed.
He rolled up his sleeves, his true energy surged, and put away the hundreds of Taixu Ancient Tokens on the ground. Then he looked at Duan Ming, who was fighting fiercely with Tang Yue, and took a step forward with powerful momentum and sword power.
It pressed towards Duan Ming like a giant mountain.
Duan Ming also gathered momentum, and his momentum was very powerful.
However, under the pressure of Tang Yue and Wang Teng's momentum and sword power, they were also affected and felt pressure.
"not good!"
Seeing that Wang Teng had managed to eliminate all the hundreds of disciples from Tianyuan Academy and Qinglong Academy in a short period of time, and they were pressing towards him, Duan Ming's expression suddenly changed, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.
He is very strong, but Tang Yue is not inferior to him, but if Wang Teng is added to it, he does not have any confidence in his heart.
He didn't know Wang Teng's specific strength.
But the sword control skills that Wang Teng displayed at this moment made him extremely afraid.
At this moment, he was in a fierce battle with Tang Yue. If Wang Teng used his sword control skills to interfere, he would be extremely dangerous and difficult to win.
"Walk!"
He made a decisive decision and forced Tang Yue back with one sword. Then he immediately took advantage of the situation and retreated, using his body skills to rush towards the distance.
"If you want to leave, stay here!"
Tang Yueshuang's eyes were cold. When she saw Duan Ming trying to escape, she stabilized her body and immediately turned into a swift shadow and shot out.
Wang Teng also moved. The Jingfeng Sword in his hand suddenly unsheathed and shot out, attacking Duan Ming at an astonishing speed.
"Get out of my way!"
Feeling the cold approaching behind him, Duan Ming looked back and shouted, his hair flying wildly, and the long sword in his hand fell down.
However, at such a close range, the power of Wang Teng's sword was definitely not comparable to before.
When Duan Ming struck out with his sword, it only shook the Jingfeng Sword slightly off course. At the same time, the strong force of the shock made Duan Ming's wrist numb. The sword in his hand almost fell out of his hand, and his body staggered back.
"die!"
At the same time, Tang Yue was already approaching, the thin sword in his hand was as sharp and sharp as a poisonous snake. The sword light condensed and shot out, aiming at Duan Ming's heart.
Duan Ming blocked with his sword.
"when!"
A soft sound.
The rapier in Tang Yue's hand touched the blade of Duan Ming's hand, and the rapier bent into an astonishing arc.
Duan Ming was rich in combat experience, and he immediately used his strength to move backwards, pulling away from Tang Yue violently, and then suddenly waved his injured left hand.
An icy cold light instantly enveloped him, revealing a mouthful of exquisite flying knives.
Some of these exquisite flying knives shrouded Tang Yue, while others flew towards Wang Teng behind.
"Crack!"
The thin sword in Tang Yue's hand trembled, and a series of crisp metal clashing sounds sounded, and at the same time, there were strings of brilliant sparks splashing out.
The flying knives that enveloped Tang Yue were shot down one after another.
Wang Teng didn't expect Duan Ming to hide a hidden weapon like a flying knife. When he saw the part of the flying knife rolling towards him, Wang Teng's figure was erratic, moving like a ghost. At the same time, he waved the scabbard of the Jingfeng Sword in his hand to block it.
In addition, the Jingfeng Sword also flew back and was caught by Wang Teng. With the Jingfeng Sword in hand, Wang Teng's sword power suddenly became more fierce. The sword energy around his body was fierce and domineering, blocking all the remaining flying knives.
"Tang Yue, Wang Teng, mountains and rivers meet each other. Your Xingwu Academy is destined to be defeated this time. The next time we encounter you, you will be eliminated!"
The two blocked the flying knives, and Duan Ming had already fled far away. His cold voice came from the distance, and then his figure disappeared into a dense forest in the distance.
Wang Teng raised his eyebrows, but did not pursue him. The opponent had already fled far away, and his speed was not slow, so there was little point in catching up.
Ignoring Duan Ming, who had already fled away, Wang Teng made a thought and moved the exquisite flying knives on the ground, floating in front of him.
Looking at these flying knives floating in front of him, Wang Teng's expression changed slightly.
In terms of sword control, in addition to being able to control swords, there is no problem in using these flying knives.
It is impossible for him to carry dozens or even hundreds or thousands of long swords with him.
However, these flying knives are small and exquisite. If they are wielded with sword control, they can be regarded as a killing weapon.
Moreover, the materials of these flying knives seem to be very unusual.
"They are all made of thousand-year-old cold iron. Duan Ming's net worth seems to be quite rich."
A smile appeared on the corner of Wang Teng's mouth. These flying knives were not of high level, they were just top-grade ordinary soldiers, but the material used to make them was thousand-year-old cold iron.
Although Millennium Cold Iron is not as good as Immortal Gold, it is still a rare weapon refining material.
It's just that after the flying knives were created, the level of the craftsman who further processed and refined them was not high enough, so the grade of these flying knives seemed a bit low.
There are a total of eighty-one flying knives. Wang Teng gathered them all. Maybe he can find time to refine them again, and then he will have another way to attack the enemy.
Tang Yueshuang glanced at the direction Duan Ming was escaping, then turned around and looked at Wang Teng. The frost in her eyes had dissipated, but his expression was still cold.
"Thank you."
Tang Yue uttered two words coldly to Wang Teng, and looked at Wang Teng's eyes flickering slightly. She seemed to have many questions in her heart, but she did not ask them out.
Everyone has their own secrets, and so does she.
Wang Teng put away the eighty-one flying knives and didn't care about Tang Yue's cold attitude. He just said, "I am also a disciple of Xingwu Academy."
Tang Yue glanced at Wang Teng and said, "I won't owe you a favor in vain." Then she turned around and left.
She did not invite Wang Teng to accompany her, and seemed accustomed to walking alone.
From the first time Wang Teng met her, she practiced and practiced alone, one sword at a time, and seemed to rarely communicate with outsiders.
Looking at Tang Yue's retreating figure, Wang Teng couldn't help but have a smile on his face.
In some aspects, Tang Yue and him have many similarities.
Both of them are devoted to the Tao, and neither wants to get entangled or involved with others.
And this is destined to be two parallel lines.
Instead of looking at Tang Yue, Wang Teng walked in another direction.
The road is vast and I walk alone.
The two of them drifted apart.
But Tang Yue, who had already walked far away, suddenly stopped, looked back behind her, her cold eyes turned, stayed for a moment, and finally turned around and left.
But at this moment, there was a sensation outside the Taixu Secret Territory.
From the floating scroll, four to five hundred disciples from Tianyuan Academy and Qinglong Academy were teleported one after another.
And one of them is actually the number one core disciple of Qinglong Academy, Xiao Yuan!