The moment the bell rang, Qin Yun flew forward like an arrow from a string.
His figure and the dazzling sword energy merged into one, turning into a bolt of thunder and sword light that flew and slashed Feng Wuji. It was the first form of the Thunder and Cloud Sword Technique.
The sword raises the wind and thunder!
Feng Wuji stood proudly motionless, but when the sword light approached to less than ten steps away from him, he suddenly leveled his sword and thrust straight towards the sword light!
The long sword in Feng Wuji's hand is the Jiuyao Golden Crow Sword given by Kuangtu Yan himself.
Under the stimulation of his true energy, this top-quality spiritual sword suddenly emitted a red-gold sword light, which was so dazzling that it even surpassed the sun in the sky, causing many people to close their eyes and dare not look directly at it!
Clang!
The swords of both sides collided head-on, and the inner energy exploded with a bang. The dull roar was like a sudden thunder, rolling across the sword platform.
Under the collision, Qin Yun flew nearly ten steps away. After landing, he "thumped" and took three steps back before he could barely get rid of the force of the shock and regain his balance!
There were many small scars on his face and arms, which were wounds made by his opponent's sword energy. The bright red blood lines clearly showed the danger he had just experienced.
Those with sharp eyesight could see that if Qin Yun had not withdrawn his sword in time to block Feng Wuji's sword energy at the critical moment, it would never have been so simple.
On the other hand, Feng Wuji only swayed slightly and stood still for half a step. There was no doubt that he had the upper hand.
Qin Yun took a deep breath. The failure and setback of the first attack did not discourage him at all. Instead, he confirmed that the source of Feng Wuji's confidence was the magic weapon in his hand!
The power of this spiritual sword is astonishing. Especially the sword energy transmitted from the sword is full of the dual power of Gengjin and Lieyan. The sharp sharpness greatly enhances the power of the sword, thus forming a great impact on Qin Yun.
Advantages.
Qin Yun could feel the Qinggang Sword in his hand whining, which was because the sword spirit had been hurt in the fight.
The sword spirit of the Qinggang Sword did not take long to transform into a spirit. Although it was nurtured by Qin Yun day and night, it was far from being able to compete with the Jiuyao Golden Crow Sword.
"Haha!" Feng Wuji laughed loudly and said: "Qin Yun, I told you that you are no match for me. I advise you to admit defeat, otherwise you won't even be able to keep your own sword!"
Ever since he was forced back by Qin Yun in the Fire Dragon Cave last time, Feng Wuji has never been as proud as he is now. Even though he paid a very high price to borrow the Jiuyao Golden Crow Sword.
With Feng Menglong, a powerful man with magical powers, sitting on the sword discussion stage, Feng Wuji knew very well that he could win but could not kill Qin Yun, so he had to use words to attack and humiliate his opponent. Qin Yun would never forget what he had suffered today.
of shame.
It would be even better if Qin Yun loses his mind because of this.
Among the crowd of onlookers, the disciples of Jietian Peak cheered and applauded loudly, while the disciples of Zhuiyun Peak were all aggrieved, and no one wanted to look at Feng Wuji's proud face.
Yu Liu couldn't help but grab Shui Wan Ning's sleeve and asked worriedly: "Sister Xiao Lu, what do you think of Qin Yun?"
Shui Wanning looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "Feng Wuji relied on the power of the spiritual sword. Qin Yun should be able to come up with a way to deal with it. He will never admit defeat!"
Shui Wan Ning saw it accurately and knew enough about Qin Yun.
What she said was absolutely correct. Qin Yun would neither be provoked by Feng Wuyan nor would he give in and step down.
The pure Nine Yang True Qi was poured into the sword body, quickly making up for the wounds suffered by the sword spirit. All his mind was devoted to thinking about sword techniques. Countless thoughts passed through his mind like lightning.
With just a snap of his fingers, Qin Yun took the initiative again!
There were no gorgeous moves or sharp sword energy. His body seemed to turn into phantom smoke, suddenly passing to the right side of his opponent, and the slightest bit of sword light silently but swiftly shot towards Feng Wuji.
Throat hurts!
Although Feng Wuji believed that he had a chance to win and showed that the overall situation was determined, he was very deep in the city and still remained vigilant and cautious towards Qin Yun in his heart.
Qin Yun's approaching speed made him startled, but he didn't panic at all. He raised his sword to meet him without any hesitation, preparing to knock Qin Yun away as before.
But Qin Yun's speed and reaction far exceeded his expectations!
The Jiuyao Golden Crow Sword was just about to be thrust out. Qin Yun shifted his position instantly. The sword light jumped and drew a faint trajectory in the air, stabbing his neck again from an unexpected angle.
Feng Wuji had to quickly retract his sword and turn around to block and parry.
What made him vomit blood was that Qin Yun had no intention of fighting him head-on. He teleported away for the third time, and the Qinggang Sword moved lightly towards his waist, with the red-gold sword light flowing on the edge of the blade!
Feng Wuji could only retreat helplessly, trying to distance himself and fight back.
The true energy he injected into the Jiuyao Golden Crow Sword never had a chance to activate the sword energy, and it felt so suffocating.
But Qin Yun's speed was too fast. He chased after him like a maggot attached to his bones, and stabbed his throat with another sword!
At this moment, most people saw it clearly. Qin Yun realized the huge gap between the weapons of the two sides. Instead of fighting Feng Wuji head-on, he completely used his sword speed to fight in close quarters, preventing Feng Wuji from using the Nine Lights Golden Crow.
The power of the sword.
Every attack he makes is necessary to attack the enemy. He uses the simplest sword move to threaten the opponent, but it has unexpected effects.
Many Sword Sect disciples in the Qi Refining Realm are secretly thinking that if they were Qin Yun, this would undoubtedly be the best tactic, but few of them could match his speed.
How many times of practice does it take to hone your basic sword moves to such an extent!
His attacks were as smooth and fast as flowing clouds, with no stagnation or unnaturalness in the transitions. His movements and leaps were as fast as ghostly lightning. Therefore, it was difficult for Feng Wuji to counterattack if he couldn't keep up with his speed. It seemed more like he was cooperating with his performance.
The sword cultivator with better eyesight could see that Qin Yun was very capable in grasping the opportunity of fighting. Feng Wuji's reaction seemed to be within his expectations. The best proof was that the weapons of both sides did not collide with each other.
This ability cannot be obtained by practicing hard behind closed doors. It must be gradually accumulated through countless battles at the cost of sweat and blood!
On the sword-testing platform, Nie Chen's face moved slightly, and a flash of admiration flashed in his eyes.
Kuangtu Yan snorted coldly and simply closed his eyes, as if he didn't even bother to pay attention to the battle situation.
This time, it was the disciples from Zhuiyun Peak who cheered loudly for Qin Yun.
Feng Wuji's face suddenly lost all expression.
He has a very vain reputation, and the last time he was forced to retreat by Qin Yun in the Fire Dragon Cave, it has always been regarded as a great shame and humiliation.
I originally wanted to borrow the Jiuyao Golden Crow Sword this time and use the power of the spiritual sword to crush Qin Yun and wash away his shame, but I didn't expect that in addition to taking advantage of the first sword, he would be restrained in every way and beaten back step by step.
He was so angry that he simply stepped back ten steps, until he reached the edge of the sword discussion platform!
"Thousands of layers broken!"
With an angry shout, Feng Wuji waved his sword left and right, and thousands of sword-light air blades shot out from the sword body, roaring and flying towards Qin Yun, who was approaching quickly!
The crescent-shaped air blade instantly filled all the space within five steps. If Qin Yun did not change his direction, he would have crashed directly into the blade net. Without the protection of the body's true strength, he would have been cut.
Got bruises all over my body!
Even with Qin Yun's ability, he did not dare to use his sword lightly. He hurriedly dodged sideways and swung the Qinggang Sword to protect himself.
Even if it was executed in a hurry, the sword energy activated by Feng Wuji with the help of the Jiuyao Golden Crow Sword was still powerful and fierce. While Qin Yun blocked dozens of air blades, he also retreated seven or eight steps back, regaining distance from his opponent.
This is exactly what Feng Wuji wants to achieve at all costs.
He deeply understood that the opportunity was fleeting, and once Qin Yun approached the fight again, he would inevitably fall into the passive situation just now, which he absolutely did not want to see.
