Chapter seven hundred and twentieth nine strange eyes
At this time, Du Feng still turned his back to Nie Xiaoyu, looked up to the sky and said with a smile: "Your Excellency, you can attack at will. I am never afraid of being attacked from behind."
These words were not only heroic, but also implied to humiliate Nie Xiaoyu, showing his arrogance of not taking his opponent seriously.
But Nie Xiaoyu never thought so. She found that Yang Su, a master of guarding, was clearly a very powerful master of breaking the power. From the moment he drew his sword, he had launched an offensive against her. She said these words deliberately to show off her power.
He looked arrogant and clearly wanted her to touch her and fall into the trap he had set.
Nie Xiaoyu was originally worried that her opponent would be too weak and someone would notice her if she fought with him for too long. Now that she saw the opponent's strength and scheming, she felt relieved.
At this time, everyone in the hall felt that the storm was coming, and the masters were facing an urgent situation in which everything depended on one shot.
Everyone held their breath and watched with concentration.
"Ding!"
Nie Xiaoyu flicked her fingertips on the edge of the sword, making a sound like a dragon's roar in the abyss. This sound was really weird. Not only did it contain a strange tone, but it also stayed firm. Then she straightened her waist and her whole body
The figure suddenly grew taller and became majestic and unrestrained, possessing the aura of looking down upon the world.
The change was sudden, magical, unexpected, and full of intense drama.
Du Feng was the first to bear the brunt of it, and he sensed that the other party did not have any strong aura coming at him. However, for some reason, his mind began to fluctuate, and even if his eyes met the other party's eyes, he would appear faintly in a trance.
Du Feng secretly screamed in his heart that he was seeing a ghost, and with a long roar, he sheathed his sword on his left hand and spun towards Nie Xiaoyu like a tornado.
There was a faint light flashing in Nie Xiaoyu's eyes, and she thought that this person had a strong will, and it was estimated that it would take a little more effort to hypnotize him.
Every time Du Feng spins, there is a whistling sound full of rhythm and strength. The left sheath and the right knife interweave sharp lasers and a net that is both offensive and defensive. The strange energy is centered on Du Feng
Like the violent wind and sand blowing in the desert, as Du Feng approached, it struck Nie Xiaoyu with thunderous force.
Everyone in the hall, whether they knew martial arts or not, all felt that Du Feng had turned into a terrifying core of the storm, with overwhelming momentum and power that could defeat anyone who stood in his way.
The most powerful thing is that each rotation speed of Du Feng has subtle differences, making it difficult to grasp the precise timing of his attack in advance.
Du Feng's thick-backed sword technique is divided into five techniques: "spin, blow, roll, roll, and break". The one used in the engraving is the "sand swirling" technique, which is as unpredictable as a whirlwind in the desert, making the opponent elusive.
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But Yu Wenhua and the bodyguards dressed as Nie Xiaoyu remained expressionless and suddenly swayed sideways. When everyone thought she was trying to dodge, they fired forward again and struck with their long swords.
"Ding!"
The long sword shot into Du Feng's knife net as fast as a bolt of lightning, and the swords clashed at a high speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.
Then Nie Xiaoyu turned around, turned his palm into a knife, and struck hard at the edge of the knife that Du Feng had swept over.
The two of them turned away at the same time. When the distance was about two feet away, they suddenly stopped turning and stood still as if they had agreed to do so. They faced each other head on, looking at each other. The light in Nie Xiaoyu's eyes flowed, and Du Feng suddenly felt enlightened again.
At this time, the whole hall burst into loud cheers.
However, the two of them looked at each other, and it seemed as if they couldn't hear the cheers at all. It was more like no one was watching the battle at all, and they only saw their opponents in each other's eyes.
Nie Xiaoyu knew that it was too much to blame, so he looked away. Du Feng was shocked, shook his head, and threw away the strange feeling in his heart. He threw away the scabbard and let it fall to the ground. Then he pounced forward, holding the thick-backed knife.
Following a winding arc, he slashed towards Nie Xiaoyu.
Nie Xiaoyu swept out his sword casually, without any subtle changes.
At the moment when the scabbard hit the ground and made a sound, Du Feng's thick-backed sword was swept away by Nie Xiaoyu's long sword, which was strange and inexplicable.
The swords clashed, and their bodies shook violently at the same time.
Du Feng roared loudly.
The sword technique changed, and a wave of swords appeared like rolling sand, and struck Nie Xiaoyu heavily. Everyone onlookers stopped breathing and could not breathe.
The two of them were fighting in close quarters, and both sides seemed to be fighting with all their strength. They not only decided the winner at every turn, but also judged life and death.
Only now did Nie Xiaoyu truly understand Du Feng's strength. It was as if he was in the middle of a raging sea, with endless waves of knives rolling in.
However, the higher Du Feng's martial arts skills are, the happier she will be, otherwise how would she be able to ask him to help complete the follow-up plan.
Nie Xiaoyu used attack to attack, and used fortress to attack fortress. It was as strong as the wall of Taiyuan City. No matter how the opponent's sword skills were destroyed by the wind and sand, it could not be shaken in the slightest, but his eyes were always fixed on Du Feng's eyes.
Du Feng would always look into Nie Xiaoyu's eyes involuntarily, always feeling that he had become a little different, but what shocked Du Feng the most was that Nie Xiaoyu's swordsmanship was full of lightness and elegance on the surface, but in fact the sword weighed more than a thousand
Jun is empty on the outside and solid on the inside, and the sword technique is unpredictable and unpredictable. It is like a horse flying in the sky, using ingenuity and ingenuity, leaving no trace. This is the first time he has encountered such a sword technique, so his mind is on the competition.
The strange changes were not taken to heart at all.
Everyone forgot to cheer and cheer.
"Ding!" Nie Xiaoyu picked the blade.
Du Feng's knife could no longer "roll", so he had to avoid it and return to a distant confrontation again.
The cheers in the hall rang out again.
Du Feng stood up with a sword in his hand and said: "It's so exciting, I didn't expect you to be so clever, but you are definitely not my opponent."
After he finished speaking, his eyes shone with strange light, the knife was put back, all his clothes were fluttering, and his aura was extremely fierce.
But Nie Xiaoyu stood there without any change, but in Du Feng's eyes, Nie Xiaoyu seemed to have blended into the world, and he couldn't find any flaws. The most important thing was that every time he looked into Nie Xiaoyu's eyes, he felt...
He couldn't help but feel in a trance, as if he was falling deeply into his eyes.
Shaking his head, Du Feng suddenly arched his back slightly, his eyes flashed again, still maintaining a strong aura and pressure, his eyes were fixed on Nie Xiaoyu, and he said in a cold voice: "Today is the day you die."
Nie Xiaoyu said expressionlessly: "Yes, you are going to kill someone today, and the person closest to you."
Only Du Feng could hear Nie Xiaoyu's words, and every word that fell into Du Feng's ears was deeply imprinted in Du Feng's mind. Du Feng felt like he was going crazy, and his tongue burst with spring thunder.
With a loud shout, he received the thick-backed sword behind him and magically appeared in front of him. Using a very mysterious and strange technique, he followed the sword and struck Nie Xiaoyu.
The thick-backed knife drew a undulating trajectory full of swirling flavor in the void, "rolling" towards Nie Xiaoyu in endless changes.