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Chapter 675 Swordsman

Seeing the sword aura in the sky coming towards him, Zifeng's eyes flashed with purple light, but his face was calm. The Ziyue Sword in his hand shook and he went straight towards the sword aura in the sky.

"Whoosh!" With a sound, a bright purple sword light cut through the sky, and it collided heavily with Wuming's long knife, splashing out bursts of dazzling sparks, and a hole was opened on the blade of Wuming's knife again.

, but the Purple Moon Sword is still intact, and the entire blade is still emitting bursts of dazzling light.

The two bodies also bounced away at the same time, but one hand felt numb for a while.

"Sure enough, it is a good knife, and it can actually leave traces on Wuming's body!" Wuming's eyes completely fell on the Ziyue knife. It was a blazing light. A three-year-old child saw the most beloved one.

Toys are average.

"Your knife is not bad!" Zifeng said lightly. He knew the sharpness of the Ziyue Knife very well. It can be said that the four words "cutting iron like mud" are used to describe the Ziyue Knife. But now

, such a heavy blow only left a chip on the blade. The quality of this blade is really not that good.

"It's a pity that your sword skills are a bit crude!" Wuming said indifferently, and the figure rushed towards Zifeng again, holding the knife in both hands, and slashed towards Zifeng fiercely.

There was a sneer on Zifeng's lips, and she stepped forward, holding the sword with one hand. She met Wuming's sword with her backhand, lightly touched his blade, and then slashed diagonally towards Wuming's palm.

Wuming snorted coldly and quickly put away the knife. He also held the knife behind his back and stabbed Zifeng directly in the heart. He was confident that Zifeng's heart would be stabbed before Zifeng's Ziyue knife cut his palm.

Faced with such a quick change of moves by Wuming, Zifeng seemed to have already known it in his heart. He immediately stepped back and blocked the Ziyuedao in front of him, stopping Wuming's Wuming. Then his figure suddenly flashed around Wuming's body.

On the left, the Ziyuedao continued to draw towards Wuming.

Wuming still had an indifferent expression on his face. He moved laterally to avoid Zifeng's knife, then accelerated suddenly and struck Zifeng's waist with a fierce knife. The Ziyue knife in Zifeng's hand turned slightly,

Then he slashed at the nameless nameless sword.

There was a sneer at the corner of Wuming's mouth, and the Wuming knife that he clenched with both hands suddenly hit Zifeng's Ziyue knife with great force. The huge force still made a new gap in the Wuming knife, but the huge force also almost knocked Zifeng's Ziyue knife.

The Purple Moon Sword flew away. After all, one held the knife with both hands and the other held the knife with one hand. In terms of strength, Wuming had already taken a huge advantage.

Zifeng's body was shaken and he retreated continuously. Wuming took this opportunity and quickly stepped forward, continuing to slash at Zifeng with the knife in both hands.

One sword, two swords, three swords...

Forcing Zifeng to retreat continuously, he swung the Ziyuedao in his hand repeatedly, blocking Wuming's attacks one after another. However, Wuming's attacks did not seem to stop, but became faster and faster.

The harder it gets, it seems like it won't stop until the target is knocked down.

Zifeng has been forced to the corner of the ring, but there is still a faint smile on his face, as if the final victory must belong to him.

However, the people in the audience were not as leisurely as he was. They were all staring at everything. The speed of the two swinging their swords was so fast that even the big guys were dazzled by what they saw, as if they were filming.

Just like a martial arts movie, only Cai Junzhang watched all this silently, with a look of admiration in his eyes from time to time. He didn't know whether he was admiring Wuming's sword skills or Zifeng's calmness.

Ye Xingchen also watched all this silently. He believed that Zifeng would definitely win the final victory. Although Wumingwo's swordsmanship was superb, it lacked something. If he didn't have any great tricks, then this battle would be defeated.

, even Chen Xiaolong, who is the weakest, deeply believes that although Zifeng does not have the advantage now, the final victory must belong to him.

"If you only have these few moves, the battle can be over!" Seeing Wuming who was still swinging his sword, Zifeng suddenly said, obviously he had lost the patience to continue the fight.

"Whoosh!" Wuming's body suddenly retreated seven steps, holding the knife in both hands on his chest, looking at Zifeng with a calm face, two balls of flames suddenly burst out in his eyes.

The others were all confused. Why did Wuming, who clearly had the upper hand, suddenly stop? Could it really be because of Zifeng's words?

"The warm-up is now over. Next, I will use my true strength. You have to be careful!" Wuming said lightly, but his right hand that was tightly holding the handle of the knife suddenly relaxed, and his left hand was holding the handle tightly.

, a sharp breath suddenly erupted.

Ye Xingchen and others felt a sudden chill in their hearts. Could this guy be a left-handed sword?

Zifeng looked at the opponent's starting position, but sneered, and rushed out again. In an instant, he was in front of Wuming. The Ziyuedao in his hand drew an arc directly, holding Wuming tightly.

Surrounded, Wuming also sneered. He swung the war knife forward in his hand and directly swung away Zifeng's Ziyuedao. He stabbed Zifeng's heart with his backhand. Zifeng didn't care, and Ziyuedao immediately flew away.

Across his chest, he blocked the Wuming sword, but Wuming suddenly swung a punch and arrived in front of Zifeng.

But this punch did not hit Zifeng's face, just because the translucent Ziyue Knife appeared in front of Zifeng again at some point, blocking Wuming's fist.

Wuming immediately retracted his fist, and at the same time, the Wuming knife pierced out instantly, but Zifeng seemed to have anticipated all this, and twisted his body to avoid Wuming's knife, but the Ziyue knife in his hand struck like lightning.

Passed by the nameless arm.

With a sound of "Chi!", Wuming's right arm was cut with a long gash. Two pieces of white flesh were turned to both sides, and red blood seeped out instantly. However, Wuming didn't even grunt, and continued to use the Wuming knife.

Stabbing towards Zifeng's heart, Zifeng's face burst into a sneer. The Ziyuedao in his hand continued to flow, as if it was given life, and the melody of death beat in Zifeng's hand.

Bright purple lights flashed past, and bright red blood was seen flying. In just the blink of an eye, there were already seven or eight long wounds on Wuming's body. Although each one was not fatal, if it continues like this,

, even bleeding is enough to kill him.

At this point, even a layman can see that Wuming is no match for Zifeng, and his defeat is only a matter of time. It seems that the people around Cai Junzhang are not all masters. At this moment, there is a sudden sound in the air.

There was a clanging sound, and Wuming's Wuming knife was cut off by the Ziyue knife, and Zifeng's Ziyue knife took advantage of the situation and slashed towards Wuming's neck. Can he avoid this fatal knife?

Seeing the whistling knife, Wuming's body retreated quickly, but the broken knife in his hand was thrown directly at Zifeng. Zifeng quickly put away the knife and swung away the broken knife, but Wuming's body

He had landed five meters away. Although his body was covered with scars, his eyes were still full of surging fighting spirit.

"How can you be my opponent without weapons? Give up as soon as possible!" Seeing Wuming who was still full of fighting spirit, Zifeng said lightly.

"You are more powerful than I thought, but you are not qualified to make me surrender just by relying on this. This time, let me show you my double-edged sword!" Wuming gave a ferocious smile, but

He suddenly pulled out two daggers that were about the same length as the Purple Moon Sword but were straight. The blades were all blood red, as if they had been stained red by blood because of too many killings.

"Wu Ming has murderous intent!" Seeing Wu Ming on the platform actually take out the blood double, Cai Junzhang in the audience showed a faint smile. Maybe other people didn't understand Wu Ming's power, but he knew it clearly.

I know that none of the people who forced Wuming to reveal his blood double are still alive. The battle has only begun now!

Zifeng also seemed to realize that something was wrong, because he felt the strong smell of blood from the two blood-red daggers. These were definitely daggers that had killed countless people. If the Wuming just now was a swordsman, then

Now he has become an executioner.

An executioner who had killed countless people on his hands, but Zifeng's face was still calm. He held a sword in his right hand and his body had already rushed out, killing to stop killing. This has been

is his life motto.

Seeing Zifeng rushing toward him, Wuming's eyes turned blood red for a moment, and the figure rushed out like lightning. He stabbed Zifeng in the head with his left hand, completely ignoring Zifeng's speeding Ziyue knife that was slashing towards him.

neck.

Seeing Wuming's desperate attack, Zifeng had to put away his sword to resist, but just after blocking Wuming's left-hand sword, the short knife clenched in his right hand was stabbed again, Zifeng had to step back, but Wuming's right hand was

The dagger suddenly took off his hand and shot directly into Zifeng's heart.

Zifeng was horrified, no longer caring about the dagger in Wuming's left hand, he retracted the Ziyuedao directly, and instantly stopped the dagger that was speeding towards him. There was a crisp collision sound in the air, and the dagger was naturally knocked away, but Wuming's knife

But it penetrated directly into Zifeng's left shoulder.

A blood arrow was marked from Zifeng's left shoulder. Zifeng snorted coldly, his eyes shot out two purple rays of light, he held the knife in his backhand and pulled it out diagonally upwards.

"Chi!" There was a long bloody mouth on Wuming's heart, but he continued to stab Zifeng's heart with the broken knife in his hand as if nothing was wrong, forcing Zifeng to step back.

Wuming took this opportunity, stepped across a few steps, picked up the dagger that was shot to the ground by Zifeng, caught it with one hand, turned around and rushed towards Zifeng, with both knives in hand, he felt that his strength had greatly increased

.

The two knives kept crossing each other, changing constantly, one after another, one after another, and Zifeng was moving around extremely fast, and for a while he was beaten so hard that he couldn't switch hands.

Moreover, Wuming seemed to have endless strength. The stronger he became during the war, Zifeng's left shoulder was injured, his right arm was even numb from the shock, and he could not help but feel a surge of anger in his heart.

"Fuck you!" Zifeng let out a roar, and jumped up violently. The Ziyue sword in his hand drew a beautiful purple sword light, and slashed towards Wuming fiercely.

Wuming quickly used the short knife in his right hand to block it, but he heard a clanging sound, and the short blade made of unknown material was cut off by the Ziyue knife.

And Wuming's entire arm holding the knife was cut off by the Purple Moon Sword. His palm fell directly to the ground, and bright red blood was everywhere. Wuming let out cold snorts, and kept retreating.

, the broken arm was constantly bleeding out, which was really terrifying.

Zifeng, however, seemed to be going crazy and had no intention of stopping. The Ziyuedao in his hand continued to slash towards Wuming, instantly slicing across Wuming's ear and immediately cutting off his left ear. His entire face was stained red with blood.

Then Zifeng suddenly turned around and performed a beautiful spin kick, hitting Wuming's heart hard, and immediately kicked Wuming's body straight away, landing heavily on the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and even more

I could faintly hear the sound of bones breaking.

Zifeng, who succeeded in one blow, stood coldly on the spot, with several drops of bright red blood slowly sliding down from the Ziyue knife, and his eyes showed a deep purple, like a bloodthirsty demon.

.

All the big guys present are people who have seen the world, but when they suddenly saw a living person with his wrists and ears cut off, some of them turned pale. Is this still a competition? Is it simply a life-and-death struggle?

Ye Xingchen, Chen Xiaolong, Ouyang Jun, and Luo Yin all looked at Zifeng silently, with joyful expressions in their eyes. They won this round.

But Cai Shenglong's face was expressionless. Such a fight was nothing to him. He slowly stood up and was about to declare Zifeng the winner when he saw Wuming's body struggling to stand again.

stand up.

At this time, his whole body was covered in blood. The entire palm of his right hand was cut off, and one of his ears was also cut off. The huge pain made his face even more ferocious, but he was holding a short knife tightly in his left hand, looking like a vampire zombie.

Normally, if it weren't for broad daylight, many people present would be so frightened that they would lose control of their legs after seeing such a scene.

"You are no match for me. Surrender. I don't want to kill you!" Zifeng's pupils have slowly returned to black, and he stood there quietly and said very indifferently.

"I...cannot be defeated!" Wuming uttered this sentence with difficulty, and then he raised his short sword and rushed towards Zifeng again. His speed was still so fast, but in Zifeng's eyes,

Almost like a snail.

Just when he was still one meter away from Zifeng, Wuming's eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce light, and his body accelerated suddenly. He hit Zifeng straightly, and the short knife in his hand stabbed Zifeng.

of temples.

Facing such a surprise attack, Zifeng remained calm. He dodged slightly and avoided Wuming's knife. However, his Ziyuedao was directly inserted into Wuming's heart, and a stream of fiery blood flowed from Wuming's heart.

Spurting out, Ye Xingchen and others saw Zifeng's Purple Moon Knife directly piercing Wuming's heart, and their faces couldn't help showing joy, but Zifeng's brows were tightly knitted together, and his face was even more revealing.

The expression of struggle...(To be continued)


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