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 caused 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 it knocks down the target.
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?