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Ao Hao patted the grass clippings on his body as if he didn't care, but there was already a huge wave of panic in his heart.
"It's so weird, such a strong fighting spirit."
As a person involved, Ao Hao knows best how he feels when the two swords intersect.
A strange force of energy quickly invaded along the intersection of the two swords, and hit his chest heavily. If he hadn't had decades of combat experience, he would have burst out his fighting energy like a conditioned reflex.
I'm afraid that just this one blow could cause me serious injuries.
The former God-killing Sword seemed to offer no resistance in front of that ordinary heavy sword, allowing the energy to run rampant.
Ao Hao has been with the Splitting Wind Sword for decades and has no doubt about its strength. However, something strange happened today, which made him doubt the Splitting Wind Sword.
At the same time, he also became very afraid of Liu Feng's even more weird fighting spirit.
Waving the splitting wind in his hand, Ao Hao slowly suppressed the fear in his heart and regained his mental state before the battle.
He looked straight at the ordinary young man standing in the distance with his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "You are so powerful, you have the right to be so arrogant."
Liu Feng nodded slightly and accepted the praise from this star powerhouse who was famous as "the sun never sets".
The iron sword in his right hand is slightly raised, as if to continue fighting.
When Ao Hao saw this, he looked up to the sky and laughed: "Okay, good boy, courageous, courageous, and powerful."
Three words "you" in a row, there is a strong sense of appreciation in it. It seems that in his heart, he has regarded Liu Feng as a person of the same level.
The laughter gradually stopped, and he held the Wind Splitting Sword with both hands again. The momentum that was originally a little weak suddenly increased sharply, and actually faintly became a substance, rolling up the grassland more than ten meters around and flying all over the sky.
As soon as you reach the realm of ninth-level stars, the color of your fighting spirit will change from ancient times and become your own natural color of fighting spirit.
And Ao Hao, the cyan fighting spirit shows its attributes: representing speed...wind.
Liu Feng narrowed his black pupils slightly and looked at Ao Hao, who was even more powerful than before. Although he was frightened, he was not afraid. Instead, he felt eager to try.
He took a deep breath and suppressed the violent fighting spirit in his heart.
The decisive battle of the strong lies in a moment. Any unhelpful emotions should be temporarily abandoned at this time.
"Fight!!!"
A low roar sounded loudly, resounding throughout the prairie.
Looking at the fighting spirit that seemed to be burning deep in Liu Feng's black eyes, Ao Hao opened his mouth in excitement, revealing a war-loving smile.
With a strong thrust of his right foot on the ground, the person disappeared instantly.
A huge sword suddenly appeared at Liu Feng's side, slashing hard towards his neck.
Liu Feng raised the corner of his mouth and moved his right foot back slightly.
The sharp sword blade, filled with fierce fighting spirit, sliced across Liu Feng's neck, picking up a small strand of black hair.
The iron sword was like a poisonous snake, wrapping around the rough hand holding the giant sword tightly. The sword was more than an inch long, releasing a slight chill.
Liu Feng didn't know how to use routine swordsmanship, but he remembered a saying on earth: In the world of martial arts, only fast ones can't be broken.
Speed, this is the unique swordsmanship that Liu Feng pursues.
Ao Hao had already sensed the inexplicable power contained in the transparent sword affixed to the ordinary iron sword. Ao Hao did not dare to be careless at all. He slashed with the wind in his hand and yelled loudly: "Fighting Qi Explosion.
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"Fighting Qi Critical Strike. A powerful move that can only be used by star warriors. It can instantly increase fighting Qi by 30%.
The fighting spirit on the Splitting Wind Sword surged again, and a blue mark was drawn in the void in front of him, and he slashed hard on the seemingly fragile iron sword.
On one side is the legendary weapon: the God-killing Wind-Splitting Sword.
One side is an ordinary iron sword that can be seen everywhere in the store.
The gap between heaven and earth means that in normal times, Ao Hao would definitely have the confidence to chop a hundred such iron swords into pieces.
However, now, a thought came to my mind: "The iron sword will not break, so be careful of its counterattack."
The idea was a bit absurd, but Ao Hao firmly believed it.
The giant sword held huge power, forcing the iron sword into an absolutely thrilling arc, but at the last moment, it was firmly fixed at the point where it was about to hit the body.
This resistance move was used by Liu Feng before when fighting Sophie, but now, it seems to be more perfect and rounded.
Liu Feng, who was behind the iron sword, smiled and winked at Ao Hao.
Then under Ao Hao's startled eyes, his right foot moved slightly. This foot was like an antelope hanging its horns and an eagle striking the sky. There was no trick to be found, and this was originally Liu Feng's idea.
This kick landed on his chest fiercely and accurately.
"boom."
There was a muffled sound of physical contact.
Two more figures quickly separated from each other.
Liu Feng looked at the torn clothes on his chest and was really impressed by Ao Hao's quick response.
I know the speed of my own kick best, but I can say bluntly that the kick just now was the most enjoyable kick I have ever had in a different world. If I were asked to do it again now.
, there is a high possibility that it will not be kicked out.
However, when Ao Hao was holding the weapon against himself, he was still able to turn the tide. With a little concentration, he turned the Wind Splitting Sword fiercely to pose a threat to himself, forcing himself to withdraw half of the strength in his legs.
"Good skills." Ao Hao, who was in the distance, patted the shoe prints on his chest, feeling a little excited and bitter in his heart.
I was excited that I could meet such a good opponent, but I was sad that even though no one had the upper hand after fighting for a long time, I always seemed to be in a bit of a quandary.
Liu Feng babbled and stared straight at Ao Hao.
The meaning is obvious, "Fight again."
Seeing the unconcealed fighting spirit in Liu Feng's eyes, Ao Hao's heart was boiling. How many years has it been? How many years has it been since he had such a good time?
I am not a peace-loving person to begin with, but the blood flowing in my body hides my love for war.
His eyes flashed with light, and he shouted: "Fight."
The wind blows and the clouds move, but everything is silent.
The huge momentum of the two people suddenly rose on the prairie again.
Lifting up the lazy clouds in the sky.
There was a huge distance between them, but in the eyes of the two of them, they could reach each other in the blink of an eye.
On the prairie, the sound of clashing swords kept ringing.
Two figures occasionally flashed up and attacked each other fiercely.
The two people lifted up countless layers of soft grass until the brown soil layer hidden underneath was revealed.
The two of them fought together again, and then quickly separated, each ejected dozens of meters away, faintly on guard.
Both of them were in tatters and looked a little embarrassed, but the expressions on their faces showed no trace of decadence, only... excitement and enthusiasm for fighting.
(A small congratulation to myself. There was an aftershock last night, and it turned out to be nothing. Today I’m updating again. Wow, guys, please vote and add more to your favorites. Thank you, Potato, hehe.)