[69 Book Bar - www.] Yang Quan kept wiping his shoes on the floor of the ring. He wanted to wipe off the disgusting things. After all, he had just stepped on something he shouldn't have stepped on. He was too attentive, or he was too focused on everything.
The contestants were not optimistic and did not take them seriously. He was still shining his shoes until he was sucked to another ring by suction.
The opponent on the opposite side of the ring was watching Yang Quan's shoe polishing seriously. He did not take advantage of the situation, but looked carefully. The signal to start the fight had been given, but neither of them took action. One of them was polishing shoes.
, one person stands upright, watches carefully, and waits patiently.
This man is a young man, about the same age as Yang Quan. He is personable and his standing posture highlights his self-cultivation. He is not as unprepared as Yang Quan, and his sneak attack also shows his quality. Unlike some people who take advantage of
If you are sick, it will kill you. After all, you only have one chance. If you fail, you will be eliminated.
Yang Quan wiped it for a long time and finally wiped it clean. Then he stood up and suddenly saw the man opposite him. He suddenly realized that a new round of fighting had begun. He was surprised why this man didn't attack him. This was a once-in-a-lifetime event.
Most people would not give up the opportunity. Anyway, the sneak attack did not violate the rules of the game. There was also a touch of admiration in Yang Quan's eyes.
"Mojianmen Yang Feng!" When the man saw Yang Quan standing up, he clasped his fists, smiled, and announced his door.
"Yang Quan of the Chinese Sect, it's rare to meet this family, and it's an upright family!" Yang Quan also clasped his fists. Although this man was only a semi-saint, Yang Quan admired his quality and self-cultivation very much.
"Nice to meet you!"
"Nice to meet you! Mojian Sect is worthy of being the brand of Mojian Continent. The quality of the disciples of the sect is indeed high!"
"Please enlighten me!" Yang Feng stretched out his hand in a polite gesture of invitation.
Yang Quan smiled faintly. For such an opponent, he would never have the heart to kill him. He didn't think much about it. He raised the Seven-Star Zhenyuan Sword, ducked to Yang Feng's side, and stabbed Yang Feng's waistband with one sword.
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Yang Quan looked at Yang Feng confidently, thinking that we were about to see each other again, but unexpectedly, he met Yang Feng's smile that was more confident than his own. Yang Quan realized something was wrong, lowered his head, was startled, and quickly left because Yang Quan saw Yang Feng.
The sword is closer to his belt.
"It's interesting. I almost fell into my brother's trap!" Yang Quan retreated to his original position and smiled. He had underestimated the enemy. The Yang Feng in front of him was very hidden.
Yang Feng didn't say much, but smiled back, and then pointed his sword at Yang Quan's belt. His purpose was obvious. He didn't want to kill or hurt anyone, he just wanted to smash his own belt.
Yang Quan understood. At this moment, he was also pointing the Seven-Star Zhenyuan Sword at Yang Feng's waist card, preparing to have a gentleman's battle with Yang Feng, crushing the opponent's waist card without hurting the opponent. This is the original intention of the sword sharpening competition.
, the competition is about strength and skills, rather than bloody and brutal killings.
"Ancestor sharpens his sword!" Yang Feng moved and thrust out his sword. The tip of the sword wiped out a light blue air shield with the air, making a buzzing sound and stabbed Yang Quan's waist badge. Yang Quan was surprised.
This is the true way of swordsmanship. Wherever this sword passes, the void is stagnant. Yang Quan no longer dares to be careless. With just one sword, Yang Feng can be called a master of swordsmanship.
He relaxed his mind and locked the incoming sword tip. The Seven-Star Zhenyuan Sword was thrust out and met Yang Feng's sword. The sword tip touched the sword tip. Where they touched, the light blue air mask and the golden air mask interacted with each other.
Squeezing, Yang Feng was stunned for a moment, secretly frightened by Yang Quan's high attainments in kendo, but then he smiled because he had found a real opponent.
Money is easy to come by, but a confidant is hard to find! At this moment, the two people in the ring felt like they were sympathetic to each other. All the players Yang Quan had met before had been defeated with one move, and the more they fought, the more boring they became. The same goes for Yang Feng, who had never met any decent opponents.
, fell down with one blow, and only one move at this moment. Both of them knew that each other was hiding their secrets, and neither dared to be careless.
Many people in the stands stood up and stared at Yang Quan and Yang Feng on the stage. Even though the two were not at a high level, their attainments in swordsmanship were inferior to many of the saints watching.
Yang Feng's move is the old ancestor's sword sharpening. He sharpens the sword with Qi, condensing the various auras around the arena to sharpen his sword. When it reaches the sharpest point, he thrusts out a sword. Of course, it is not aimed at Yang Quan, but at Yang Quan.
It was aimed at Yang Quan's waist card, but such a mysterious sword was blocked by Yang Quan in an understatement. It can be seen that Yang Quan's progress in swordsmanship should not be underestimated, especially after understanding Liu Bowen's swordless hand.
The experience of holding the sword in his heart made his swordsmanship reach a higher level.
"I know the person who fought with this little golden elixir monk!" Suddenly a spectator said.
"I recognized him too! He is Yang Feng, the genius disciple of the Mojian Sect!"
"Oh, you, the new generation in the Sword Grinding Sect, tell me!" The old man is older, and everyone came to watch the last competition. It has been a hundred years now. How old is Yang Feng?
Of course I didn't know him. When I heard that Yang Feng was a rookie from Mojian Sect, I immediately became interested.
"This person is very secretive. At the age of twenty, he has already become famous in the Mojian Continent. He is known as Yang Feng, the invincible hand below the Saint level!"
"So powerful?" the old man asked with wide eyes.
"Yes, many lesser saints were frightened by him. He even fought against a great saint and severely injured that great saint!"
"It seems that this little golden elixir monk has met his opponent. He can easily defeat ordinary half-saints. It will be difficult to defeat Yang Feng!"
"It's hard to say, maybe this little golden elixir monk still has a trump card!" The old man was quite optimistic about Yang Quan.
"I know the origin of this little golden elixir monk. He is the disciple of the mighty Shengyin who is new to the Sword-shaping Continent. People say that he is a fake and powerful person. When we meet him today, he is indeed a bit off-putting!"
"Oh, it turns out it's him!"
"Everyone, be quiet and continue watching. Although these two people are not at a high level, their duel is comparable to a duel between powerful men in the holy realm. It is absolutely wonderful!" the old man said, pressing his hands.
At this moment, Yang Quan and Yang Feng in the ring are still maintaining the posture of touching the sword tips. They are competing for internal strength at this moment. They seem to be evenly matched, and both sides seem to be cautious and have reservations. Yang Feng looked at Yang Quan and said with a smile:
"I didn't expect you to be in the golden elixir realm and have such powerful Qi. I admire you! Withdraw!"
The two of them withdrew their swords at the same time, and there was no way to continue to use them like this. They didn't try their best, they were just testing each other. But if their lives were at stake at this moment, Yang Feng would definitely die tragically on the spot, because Yang Quan didn't use pure swords at all.
The power of Yang.
"You're not bad either. You are the most powerful half-saint I have ever met. Whether it is swordsmanship or internal strength, you are top-notch, even better than many lesser saints!" Yang Quan returned the smile and said.
"The move just now was just a test. When it comes to swordsmanship, Yang Feng has a sword move that he usually doesn't use easily. But once he uses it, no one under the Great Sage can resist it. Even the Great Sage is stunned. Yang Feng
I once used this move to seriously injure a great sage. I wonder if you are willing to give it a try? But don’t worry, Yang Feng only uses three-thirds of his strength and won’t hurt you. However, with this move, your waistband may not be guaranteed.
!" Yang Feng was extremely confident in his move, probably because it had proven successful after repeated attempts.
"A lot of money is easy to come by, but a confidant is hard to find. It is a great honor to meet you in this competition. Please use your so-called unique skills with all your strength. If you only use three points of your strength, it would be too small. I'm sorry.
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"Oh?" Yang Feng looked at Yang Quan carefully again. He didn't know whether this little golden elixir monk was really stupid or really powerful. He told him clearly that the Great Sage and others would never parry under the attack of this sword move.
He also asked for all his strength.
"Please use all your strength!" Yang Quan emphasized again.
"As you wish, I'm offended!" Yang Feng swung his sword, and the sword buzzed in the air, leaving a series of sword shadows.
Yang Quan stared at Yang Feng's sword and felt the extremely sharp sword intent. He did not dare to be careless, but in full view of everyone, he took the Seven-Star Zhenyuan Sword back into his body. Yang Feng was stunned. Is this Jindan monk humiliating himself?
A fire could not help but burst out in my heart.
Yang Quan looked at Yang Feng, then slowly closed his eyes, stretched out his right hand, and extended his index and middle fingers with his right hand. Yang Feng became a little angry. This Jindan monk was too arrogant, and the seeds of anger began to burn.
Yang Feng's face turned red little by little, and all his energy gathered in the arm holding the sword. The buzzing sound of the sword became more and more violent, and the sword began to shake, creating shadows. Yang Feng was gathering momentum.
Accumulate strength.
"Your Excellency, be careful, no one has been able to defeat this Jun Lin Nine Slash move so far!" Yang Feng warned while gathering momentum.
"Come on, I'm ready!" Although Yang Quan closed his eyes, his mind was infinitely released, and he had already locked the sword in Yang Feng's hand. Look at this posture, this move has not been launched yet, but the sword energy is already strong
people.
"Take the move, Jun Lin Jiu Zhan!" Yang Feng suddenly took a step forward, shouted loudly, and struck Yang Quan with the long sword in his hand.
Yang Feng was divided into nine parts. Together with his own body, there were eight other clones, but the nine bodies all had the same back. Only the front turned into nine hands, holding nine swords. Each sword came from a different direction.
, with a roaring sound, slashed towards Yang Quan.
Yang Quan suddenly felt an incomparable chill coming from all directions, and all the pores on his body stood up. An ordinary great sage would really not be able to resist this. He said: "What a mysterious sword move, it is really extraordinary!
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Yang Feng watched the nine swords whizzing towards Yang Quan with a confident smile. He had no intention of killing Yang Quan. If Yang Quan really couldn't catch this move, he could withdraw it immediately when the sword reached Yang Quan's neck.
Strength, stop the sword, this is the mastery of this move.
Buzz buzz!
Yang Quan did not open his eyes. The speed of the nine swords was extremely fast. He could not see the swords, but could only hear the buzzing sound. At this moment, his mind was extremely focused, judging the trajectory of the sword from the direction of the source of the sound.
Everyone in the stands shook their heads when they saw Yang Feng using his ultimate move. They were not optimistic about Yang Quan and were all worried about him. They knew in their hearts that even if they came to take this move, they would definitely lose. Unexpectedly, he was here.
Just as the sword was about to touch Yang Quan, he heard Yang Quan's loud shout.
"There is no sword in my hand, but the sword is in my heart. Break it with me!"
This angry shout echoed in the void, shocking people's hearts.
