Time seemed to have stood still. The two masters of swordsmanship looked intently at their opponents, their robes flying randomly.
Only a very few people can feel that in that duel space, almost every inch is filled with terrifying sword energy.
call!
Yu Feihong exhaled a long breath, and then looked slightly lonely.
"I lost!"
After saying that, he looked at his shoulders. There was a piece of clothing above his shoulders, which was already broken and flying. This difference can be said to be extremely small, but when experts compete, a slight difference can make a huge difference.
After admitting defeat, Yu Feihong walked away neatly without any hesitation or entanglement.
Those who were hiding in the dark and planned to let Yu Feihong give Meng Xinghe a show of strength and interrupt Meng Xinghe's rise could not help but look a little ugly.
But it is different from those who have other ideas and are secretly secretive.
Young people worship the strong more.
Therefore, after Meng Xinghe defeated Yu Feihong in an honest and fair manner, his reputation reached a new level.
Among the crowd, there are more and more loyal fans of Meng Xinghe.
Even the way Yu Meiqi looked at Meng Xinghe became more charming and less resentful.
"Is there anyone else who doesn't feel comfortable looking at me?" Meng Xinghe restrained his sword intent and stood in mid-air, looking down at his surroundings.
If an incompetent person is arrogant, that will certainly offend people.
But if a capable person is arrogant, this will become his shining point.
Meng Xinghe did not wait for a new challenger, but instead he was greeted with screams and cheers.
"I'll fight you!" A gray-haired 'old' monk who looked to be over fifty years old leaped over and appeared opposite Meng Xinghe.
Meng Xinghe frowned.
The old monk said: "I am picking stars. I only started practicing qi when I was eighty years old. I have been practicing for only thirty years now, so I can be considered a young man."
"It just looks older."
Meng Xinghe nodded. In fact, he didn't care how old the person was.
Because he is actually just an old cucumber with green paint.
Meng Xinghe is not too old for his status.
However, if you add up the age of the real Lin Xi, you can't really call him young.
"What weapon do you use?" Meng Xinghe asked.
Not all monks are good at weapons.
It's just that those monks who dare to face such a head-on battle usually have one or two close-quarters weapons that they are good at, or they simply have physical training.
Those monks who specialize in formations, talismans, conjurations or other methods often do not compete with others in the ring unless they are protected by defensive treasures.
Even so, once the fighting style has been developed, there are still not many people who will come to the front row.
bass!
A clear long sword has been unsheathed.
"Sword cultivator picking stars...please ask for advice!"
The sword light brought up by the force of drawing the sword was like a crescent moon, penetrating the obstacles of space and directly crushing all the surrounding airflow, heading towards Meng Xinghe.
clang!
Almost coming first, Meng Xinghe's restrained sword light and Zhai Xingzi's sword collided in mid-air almost simultaneously.
I thought Meng Xinghe was so strong before, but after picking up stars like this, I felt my palms go numb, and I held my breath without taking a step back.
But there was a pure and powerful force centered on the two of them, spreading in all directions.
Before Meng Xinghe could withdraw his sword and retreat, Zhai Xingzi had already turned his body upside down and stabbed Meng Xinghe continuously.
The sword technique of Zhaixingzi is very simple.
There is no secret in the technique, nor is it combined with spells or spells, nor is it the art of flying swords.
He seems to be of the ancient sword lineage,
Pursuing the simplest and most original side of kendo, discarding all the bells and whistles added later.
Every sword move must be the simplest, most direct, most powerful, and most effective move.
Zhaixingzi said that he did not start practicing Buddhism until he was eighty years old.
But Meng Xinghe can guarantee that the eighty years ahead of him will definitely not be wasted.
It's a different kind of accumulation.
Some accumulations seem useless, but they can only be found in the most simple and ordinary corners.
The most ordinary and practical skills are often the most ordinary and ordinary people. After accumulated training over time and under the pressure of life and survival, they can master them to their peak. They can use the ordinary to bring out the brilliance and sublimate simplicity.
The sword technique of Zhaixingzi is exactly like this.
The extraordinary was brewed from the ordinary, so that his sword moves were so streamlined but had no flaws.
On the contrary, every sword thrust seemed to be directed at the weak point of Meng Xinghe's sword move.
Zhaixingzi's cultivation level is not as good as Meng Xinghe's.
If Meng Xinghe wanted to, he could directly use his power to overwhelm others and use his powerful cultivation to subdue Xingzhaizi so that his sword could not get close at all.
Meng Xinghe would not do this.
If you want to be the best, you have to show the courage to be the best.
To win... we must win undisputedly and have nothing to say.
Therefore, Meng Xinghe still faced the sword and even restrained his own cultivation level, never letting his cultivation level overwhelm others.
The two of them turned into two balls of white light in mid-air, and the weapons in their hands continued to collide, making sounds like the sound of a phoenix chirping and a blue dragon roaring.
After another clash of swords, Meng Xinghe flew backwards in the air, but turned back in mid-air. His speed suddenly doubled, and he stabbed towards Zhai Xingzi's heart with his sword.
This is the trick!
Although many times, people generally believe that returning to nature is better than fancy tricks.
In fact, this is not the case.
What they represent are just two different aspects of one thing.
Simplicity is better than simplicity.
And there is something wonderful about being fancy.
If you don't see the mountains and rivers, how can you know the solitary smoke in the desert and the setting sun on the long river?
At the same time, Meng Xinghe's true energy gathered in his hand, and a huge knife appeared in his left hand.
The sword flashed, with a domineering meaning but unspeakable skill, and headed towards Zhaixingzi.
"This is... Yu Feihong's knife?" someone in the crowd exclaimed.
Although the principles in this world are generally the same.
However, in a short period of time, he was able to master his opponent's sword skills to such a degree, which is still amazing.
Meng Xinghe held two swords in both hands, one straight and one strange, one fast and one slow, one heavy and one light.
Between movement and stillness, sometimes a heavy weight seems to be light, sometimes a light weight seems to be heavy.
There are really many ways to interact with knife skills.
However, Zhai Xingzi's simplicity was broken by the complexity, and Zhai Xingzi's swordsmanship, which seemed to understand all changes, gradually revealed its flaws and seemed a little overwhelmed.
"Your sword is very good, but you are too persistent. But... it's not bad either!"
"Go down!" The two swords exerted force, and they slashed continuously. The sword, which seemed to be light and heavy, opened the edge of Zhai Xingzi's sword. The sword, which seemed to be light, struck directly on Zhai Xingzi's body, sending him down.