Although there is no movement of energy on the sword, and it no longer has the ability to destroy, the sword is already fiery red and cold.
Although it was only very thin, for some reason, Pei Kun already felt in a trance and was sweating profusely!
Pei Kun subconsciously raised his sword to resist!
"boom!"
Under his feet, with him as the center and Han's Three Thousand Heavenly Fire Sword and his own magic sword as the starting point, the earth cracked suddenly and continued to spread behind him.
The person in the middle of the crack didn't even understand what was going on, and was blown away on the spot.
"What!"
"sharp!"
The elders of the Qilin clan were all dumbfounded.
"Who won?"
"A draw?"
The two of them still maintained the same postures as before. One was in the air, slashing with the sword diagonally with his right hand, like a drunken swordsman, and the other was squatting with a long stride, drawing the sword to block.
The sword of sky fire and the black magic sword intersect closely.
"Ignorant and arrogant." Pei Hu spat in disdain. Pei Hu had always respected the Fifth Elder very much, not only because the Fifth Elder was his elder, but also because of the Fifth Elder's superior swordsmanship.
In a race like the Yongzhao tribe that respects strength, the concept of elders is far more direct than that of strength and stability.
If you want to be truly respected, it all depends on whether the fists in your hands are strong or not. And Pei Kun's swordsmanship is one of the famous fists.
That's one of the Eight Wonders of Taozu.
This kid dares to compete with Pei Kun in swordsmanship. What else is this if he is not seeking death?!
But just when Pei Hu was proud, suddenly, the sound of water drops reached his ears.
Drops of blood were slowly falling from Pei Kun's body to the ground.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, there was a muffled sound, and Pei Kun's right knee hit the ground heavily.
The blood, which was like water drops, also became a slow flow.
"What!"
"this…!"
When he saw Pei Kun kneeling on the ground, not only Pei Hu was dumbfounded, but even the people of the Qilin clan were completely stunned.
Pei Kun...Pei Kun was defeated?!
"This is impossible, this is impossible." Pei Hu suddenly panicked and staggered back.
Even if his cultivation level is higher than that of Pei Kun, if there is a fight, he may not be able to get any advantage in front of Pei Kun, who is experienced and murderous.
But it was Pei Kun who was defeated by others in the swordsmanship he was most familiar with?
How is this possible?!
It's normal that he can't figure it out, because even Pei Kun, the person involved, can't figure it out.
Han Sanqian's sword skills were varied, and the most bizarre thing was that his attacks were quite fierce. He called himself a swordsman, but in the face of Han Sanqian's sword skills, he was defeated continuously and was exhausted.
But that's it.
He completely defeated himself with one sword, which is impossible.
But the fact is...
He looked at Han Sanqian unwillingly, he didn't understand how this could happen.
But in Han Sanqian's eyes, there was only endless indifference, and it seemed that defeat at his hands was a normal thing.
He didn't even have a trace of pride, as if everything was taken for granted.
"How long have you been learning swordsmanship?" Pei Kun looked up at Han Sanqian and asked softly.
"More than a month." Han Sanqian said calmly.
"One month?" Hearing Han Sanqian's answer, not only Pei Kun was dumbfounded, but also the people of the Qilin clan.
A person who has learned swordsmanship for a month can easily defeat a master who has been using swords for decades or even hundreds of years. This is something that no one would believe even if they saw it with their own eyes and even if they were beaten to death.
In other words, even if you see it with your own eyes, it is difficult for people to believe it.
"Either you are bragging, or..." Pei Kun said coldly.
"That's bragging." Han Sanqian interrupted without caring.
Pei Kun gritted his teeth, but soon relaxed his grip: "Your swordsmanship is very good, may I know what swordsmanship this is?"
"Are you qualified to know? Just because you are an elder of the human-like clan?" Han Sanqian said disdainfully.
Suddenly, Pei Kun laughed, his smile was very miserable and desolate.
Throughout his life as a soldier, the long sword in his hand allowed him to make countless military exploits, and countless enemies died under his own sword, but he probably never imagined that one day, he himself would also die under someone else's sword.
"Haha, hahahaha!" Pei Kun looked up to the sky and laughed!
The next second, he suddenly stopped, looked at Han Sanqian, and made an extremely astonishing move.
