When Lei was officially put on the field, Zhang Xuezhou thought it was weird not to mention that Jinchang was not optimistic about it.
They could barely see a trace of the swordsman's temperament in Lei Qui's body.
If the sword in Lei Que's hand was replaced by a hoe, it would be normal to regard Lei Que as a young man hoeing the fields in the countryside.
There is no trace of sharpness in Lei Quiet's body, nor is there any trace of the freedom and heroism of a swordsman.
Until Lei pulled out his sword.
There is no flash of cold light, no magical sword skills, Lei Fei's sword is like a farmer dancing wildly with a woodcutter.
His sword was not sharp, and the blade was even a bit blunt, but this sword blocked Mo Xing's frenzied flying flower swordsmanship.
"scold!"
A loud shout sounded like thunder, and Mo Angry's body instantly transformed into two figures, and the red sword light on the long sword swept out like thousands of petals.
"It's the sword magical power of Feihua Swordsmanship. What should be improved is the accuracy of swords!"
Dong Zhongshu murmured softly.
The biggest advantage of Feihua Swordsmanship is its high frequency of strikes, while its disadvantages are its strike power and strike accuracy.
Mo Angry's sword magic is obviously the ability to make up for the shortcomings of his swordsmanship.
Dense blows fell like raindrops, and the sound of tinkling like big beads falling on a jade plate was endless.
But in just three seconds, Mo was angry and quickly backed away with his sword in hand.
He looked at his calloused right hand with a horrified expression.
Little bits of blood were falling from his tiger's mouth, making his hands tremble.
For a swordsman, holding a sword is the most basic ability. If the hand cannot hold the sword firmly, no matter how powerful the sword is, it will be useless.
When he looked at Lei Quilt again, the condescending look in his eyes was gone.
"Excellent swordsmanship, I am convinced by my words and my heart!"
Mo loses his temper easily when he is angry, but facing Lei Qui's sword, he can't lose any temper.
The opponent was beaten repeatedly under his wild attack, until he himself was injured.
It's like slapping someone else and breaking your own hand.
Mo was angry and didn't need to try again. He also knew very well that his swordsmanship was completely inferior.
And he had a vague feeling in his heart that if he hadn't forcibly stopped his hand just now, what he would have cracked would not have been the crack in his palm, but his whole body.
"I am ranked ninth among the Huainan Prince's guests in terms of swordsmanship. This position is yours," Mo said angrily, "If you want to go a step further today, there are Ning Yu who ranks fifth and Duan Sheli who ranks third.
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"Where's the number one?" Ray was asked.
"Jiu Ye, who ranks first in swordsmanship, and Qing Lingzi, who ranks second in swordsmanship, had a sword fight last month, and the two of them were still injured." Mo said angrily: "They don't have to do this kind of work, and they are not responsible for the guest.
It’s a trial of challenge. If you want to challenge them, you have to rank higher.”
"I heard that the first-class guests of the Huainan Prince's Palace can enter and leave the A-shaped room in Wenying Pavilion." Lei Ban touched his head and said, "Are you, the ninth, qualified?"
"The ninth is not qualified to enter directly. This requires the top three." Mo said angrily and respectfully: "We still have to do something to be qualified to enter!"
"Top three?"
Lei was holding a blunt sword and glanced at Ning Yu, then looked at the old Duan Sheli.
"He doesn't like me," Ning Yu said unhappily.
"Young man, the ninth guest in the sword is already very good. You should stop it in moderation. Please note that the sword has no eyes. Don't waste your life because of this," Duan Sheli said slowly.
"But I want to be in the top three," Lei was scratched and said, "My realm is a bit poor, I have to go to the Jiazifang to find a good realm technique to practice!"
"That's it?" Duan She said strangely.
"Yes, isn't that the purpose of being guests?"
Lei was surprised.
He was holding his blunt sword, and Lei was made to feel that his needs were very clear.
He came here for the advanced cultivation techniques of Wenying Pavilion.
A higher realm obviously corresponds to stronger swordsmanship power, which is his most important need at the moment.
"How bad is your realm?" Duan Sheli asked.
"I'm still in that realm of transformation. Now I want to get better realm skills and step into the magical realm." Lei Bei said: "Don't ask so many questions. Come over and have a fight with me. If I beat you, I'll win."
We can go to Wenying Pavilion!"
"That's fine!"
Duan Sheli raised his sword and stood up.
There was a hint of smile on his face.
He didn't see through Lei Fu's swordsmanship, but in a short conversation, he had learned about Lei Fu's level.
For Duan Sheli, his cultivation in the Self-Improvement Realm is enough for him to intimidate this foolish young man.
This is true even if he has only managed to enter the solipsistic realm in recent years. The gap between the two realms gives him the possibility to intimidate the opponent.
In a swordsman's confrontation, even a slight slowdown in rhythm may result in death, not to mention being intimidated and leading to insanity.
He walked slowly with his sword in hand.
Stepping into the center of the ring, he stretched out his hand to salute, which made Lei Ban raise his hand in return.
But Lei's hand was just put down in return, and his body couldn't help but tremble, and then he kept flying with his blunt sword.
Compared to when he was dealing with Mo Angry's Feihua swordsmanship, his swordsmanship at this time had more of a sword-like style and looked a bit sharper.
Corresponding to this is the swordsmanship of Duan Sheli.
"He is Chen Fengcheng, the real person of Jiugong Mountain, and this is the swordsmanship of Jiugong!"
While Jinchang was still watching with wide eyes, Dong Zhongshu had already revealed Duan Sheli's true identity.
On the ring, Duan Sheli's sword shot out nine stars, and each sword could trigger a nine-stage combo.
It seems that Duan Sheli only fired one sword, but that sword must have made nine crisp sounds in a row.
This means that at the time of the collision, Duan Sheli had exerted force nine times in a row, and these force attacks must also correspond to increasingly stronger swordsmanship power.
"How to deal with this kind of swordsmanship?" Jinchang asked with interest.
"Keeping a distance and fighting is the best strategy, attacking the opponent with a quick sword and forcing the opponent to defend is the middle strategy, and forcefully resisting is the worst strategy," Dong Zhongshu said.
"You mean that when resisting the collision, the defender's old strength has been used and new strength has not been generated, so it is difficult to resist the blows of nine consecutive waves of collisions?" Jinchang asked.
"That's normally the case!"
Dong Zhongshu nodded.
This is the normal situation, but obviously something abnormal happened in the arena.
No matter how the Jiugong master Chen Fengcheng, who had become a guest guest, tried to use his sword, Lei Guan would stay on one side and resist.
Lei Fei's swordsmanship didn't look perfect, it was even full of shoddy skills and flaws, and he was often booed by some swordsmanship practitioners under the ring.
But the opponent's sword skills just blocked Duan Sheli.
"How could this be possible?" Dong Zhongshu frowned.
"Duan Sheli's sword could obviously kill the opponent, but it's a pity that Duan Sheli didn't stab him in that direction!"
Jinchang also booed from time to time.
As masters, they could see that Duan Sheli's swordsmanship was extremely superb.
But this kind of master couldn't do anything about the thunder quilt. Even the swordsman Mo Angry, who was in the magical realm before, was defeated.
The conversation between Jinchang and Dong Zhongshu focused on Duan Sheli. The reason for this was more because they did not see through Lei Qui's swordsmanship at the moment.
"You feel?"
"If you are fighting at one level, you will be a master of actual swordsmanship. If you are fighting at two levels, you will be a master of swordsmanship..."
"First-class swordsmanship?"
Jinchang had doubts in his heart, and when Dong Zhongshu hesitated to make a guess, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Is this the horizontal sword technique where defense comes first?"
Jinchang's doubts correspond to the fear of separation.
The harder the blow, the more entangled he becomes with the other party.
His strength, his swordsmanship, his level of suppression, and many other strengths are unmatched by him.
With a blunt sword, the opponent blocked all his blows, and the effects of the blows were diminished through constant force release.
Duan Sheli could even sense the terrifying power accumulating in the opponent's blunt sword. If he gave up the attack and the opponent counterattacked, that sword would probably kill him.
"Isn't the purpose of a sword for killing? How can you defeat your opponent with defense?" Zhang Xuezhou asked puzzledly.
"This set of swordsmanship seems to make the opponent more murderous, and the more murderous the opponent becomes, the more ferocious the attack will be. Rumor has it..."
Dong Zhongshu's explanation hadn't been finished yet when a cracking sound was heard. Duan Sheli's face on the ring was still filled with joy, and a half-cut sword had already been inserted into his throat.
He looked at the remaining hilt of the sword in Lei Qiu's hand, and couldn't figure out why the broken sword blade inserted into his throat and cut off his life.
"If you want to stab me here with a sword, it will fly away involuntarily..."
Lei heard a low explanation voice, and Duan Sheli's eyes widened.
At this moment before his death, he finally remembered the rumored horizontal sword technique.