The natural sword technique that Leng Wuxiang had originally displayed actually showed a flaw under Lu Yu's stab.
It was this flaw that made the originally sharp sword light all gone.
The huge sword energy dissipated instantly when it was about a fist away from Lu Yu.
Whoosh whoosh!
Wisps of light wind blew past Lu Yu's ears, but they did not hurt him at all.
"Your sword skills are good. If you were a little faster, you might still be able to hurt me." Lu Yu said calmly.
In his previous life, he was a master of swordsmanship.
With a sword in his hand, he shocked the whole world and never encountered an opponent.
Leng Wuxiang was very talented and his sword skills were quite amazing, but in front of Lu Yu, he was still a little immature.
"You're stabbing me!"
Leng Wuxiang's eyes were cold, but he was not discouraged, but instead became more murderous.
The long sword in his hand flickered brightly again, a white light lingering on the blade, and the sword's intent soared to the sky.
The sharp wind echoed throughout the side garden of Zuojun Mansion again.
The group of sect leaders who were watching retreated several hundred meters again for fear of being affected.
The powerful sword energy once again formed a giant blade tens of meters long on Leng Wuxiang's head, and struck Lu Yu again.
And in this sword energy, there are also thousands of sharp sword energy mixed in. These sword energy are mixed together to form a majestic hurricane of sword energy.
As far as the naked eye can tell, there is sword intent everywhere.
Some sect leaders could not help but close their eyes.
They couldn't even see with their naked eyes. Just by taking a glance, they felt a stinging pain in their eyes, as if they had been hurt by the knife.
However, faced with such a powerful sword, Lu Yu still stabbed him casually.
This time the knife went down, it was plain and simple, and there was nothing outstanding about it.
However, when the sword fell, he once again found a flaw in Leng Wuxiang's sword technique.
Huh-huh-
The strong winds whipped up by the sword energy were constantly blowing around.
However, every time those terrifying sword auras came close to Lu Yu, they were melted by some kind of force and disappeared into thin air, unable to hurt Lu Yu at all.
Leng Wuxiang refused to give up and launched seventeen attacks in a row.
However, every time, it was broken by Lu Yu, without exception.
"Your sword skills are very good, but you are too eager to achieve success."
Lu Yu looked directly at Leng Wuxiang and said: "Your sword intention has the intention of arrogating the others and looking down on the world. It is intended to frighten the opponent with the sword intention from the beginning and defeat the opponent in a very short period of time. But this
The shortcomings are also obvious. It may be effective against ordinary enemies, but when you encounter someone who knows how to use a sword and find out the flaws in your sword's will, you will be helpless."
"Although each of your dozen swords is stronger than the last one, it is only the intention of the sword that becomes stronger, not your swordsmanship."
"With just the accumulation of momentum, you will probably suffer a loss in a duel between experts."
Seeing that Leng Wuxiang was a rare piece of jade, Lu Yu kindly reminded him and planned to carve him carefully.
But Leng Wuxiang was also young and frivolous, so how could he be willing to surrender in front of Lu Yu?
"Not bad! I finally met an opponent who can fight. You are qualified to force me to use this knife."
Leng Wuxiang was not angry but happy, with a militant smile on his face.
His long hair suddenly spread out, his white hair blew in the wind, and the long knife in his hand suddenly turned blood red.