Chapter 279: The Sword Magical Power Confrontation
"bass!"
A black sword flew out from the scabbard behind He Guangjun's back. It was no more than three feet long. It was slender and sharp. It flew upside down for several feet into the air. Then it came down from a high position and stabbed Zhang Wenfeng in the head, making a sharp and sharp sound as it pierced through the air.
Many monks from the Zhoucheng Daolu Branch were "sparred" by He Guangjun. Whether it was Taoism or swordsmanship, they all lost to the sword of Crazy He who was willing to fight with their lives. Some of them were seriously injured. In the end, no one wanted to compete with Crazy He.
Discuss.
This was the first time they saw He Guangjun wield a black sword.
There was an uproar outside the shield of the sword fighting platform.
"Flying sword!"
"The second sword behind Madman He's back is a flying sword!"
They finally saw a ruthless character who forced He Guangjun to use his secret flying sword.
Immediately, some people were worried about how the brother in the blue Taoist robe would deal with a flying sword that appeared out of thin air. This was the first time they had seen such a powerful master who could suppress He Guangjun so passively with his sword skills.
Zhang Wenfeng grabbed the green bamboo sword with his left hand and challenged the flying sword that was piercing his face.
He is now immersed in the "stillness" state of mind, and he is distracted and used separately, just like two people wielding swords separately, without any sluggishness.
The jujube sword stabbed flatly with his right hand, moving forward in an indomitable way. If He Guangjun and others were in trouble, and the sword energy flying around could not be turned around in a hurry, he would want to see how He Guangjun responded to his sword?
With the first move on his side, He Guangjun moved forward. When he couldn't dodge to the left or right, he turned around a little too slowly.
"Dang", the Bizhu Sword knocked open the flying sword accurately and pushed the flying sword to the left.
The slender flying sword suddenly "bang" and turned into five flying swords of different sizes, which circled or changed direction and attacked Zhang Wenfeng again. Such an unexpected situation made Zhang Wenfeng's movements slightly stagnant.
Although he is able to multi-task with stillness, he is only a human being after all, and he will instinctively think about how to deal with it.
He Guangjun, who was in control of the flying sword attack, seized the opportunity to turn around and strike with his sword.
The best way to get rid of flat thorns is flat thorns.
There was no expression on his dull face. He struck later but the sword came first, and the opportunity was reversed in an instant.
The time he spent immersed in this style of flat stabbing and the number of times he practiced it far exceeded that of Zhang Wenfeng, who came from behind. His understanding of flat stabbing is unparalleled by anyone in the world, and he has used it to perfection.
There was madness in his eyes. He did not use the opportunity of a flat thrust to suppress the opponent's flat thrust, but took advantage of the opportunity to stab to the end.
It's a fight of mutual destruction, you stab yours, I'll stab mine.
Just ask whether it is unexpected or not, whether it is exciting or not.
Sword fighting is not only a competition of swordsmanship and flexible use of sword styles, but sometimes also requires the courage to fight.
Don’t lose your momentum, fight for your life!
In life and death, sharpen your mind, nature, and sword, and seek for that glimmer of breakthrough.
Zhang Wenfeng's left hand sword used a gorgeous and complicated "Flying Style" to prevent the five rising and falling circling flying swords that attacked from multiple directions. The jujube sword in his right hand stabbed to the end without hesitation. It was a competition to see whose method was tougher.
His own flying sword was not used for the time being.
Outside the sword fighting arena, Yun Qiuhe saw the two guys in the light shield. His eyes turned red and he wanted to exchange injuries for injuries, no, life for lives, regardless of his own safety, both of which were aimed at the opponent's left chest.
She was so angry that she stamped her feet and scolded He Guangjun: "Madman!"
I was anxious, why didn't Protector Xie show up to stop it?
Mo Xiufeng clenched his fists and was frightened. This was life-threatening.
Everyone else held their breath. Who is this guy who dares to exchange lives with Crazy He?
Shen Shen did not expect such a result. He was dumbfounded and his hands and feet were cold.
"Tsk", two people in the field were hit with swords in the chest almost at the same time.
The so-called advantage is actually only a moment. When experts compete, a moment may determine the outcome, but the result of exchanging lives can only be that both sides will suffer, and no one will get the benefit.
A dazzling golden light erupted from the location where He Guangjun was hit by the sword. He took a few steps back under the huge impact.
Step by step, he takes deep steps to neutralize the power of his opponent's blow.
The brilliance that emerged from Zhang Wenfeng's body was very mixed, with dark blue and bright green swirling stripes, as well as blue-like water waves, with light yellow inconspicuous ripples inside. His feet "dong dong dong" retreated, and he struck with his left hand to fly a fancy general. Several flying swords in the air were struck one by one and flew far away.
Neither of them suffered a loss, but both suffered a little loss.
He Guangjun let out a cheerful dry laugh. He was wearing the sect's inherited treasure "Golden Shirt and Treasured Clothes". He felt severe pain in his chest and felt extremely happy.
This was the real opponent. He really didn't notice Cen Sanlin's opportunistic swordsman.
With a wave of his hand, the five flying swords flying in the air merged into one, and the swords were sheathed in a snap.
"Zhang Wenfeng, take another strike from me!"
He Guangjun held the sword in both hands, with the palm of his left hand pressing the hilt, and stabbed forward steadily.
Complex runes appeared on the silver sword, and the sword's intention locked the opponent. He didn't worry about the life or death of that wretched guy at all. He was wrapped like a turtle shell. He was even more extreme than him. It was not easy for him to die. It was just a good time to try his new skills. means of understanding.
Of course, if you don't handle it properly, you will definitely be seriously injured.
Because this sword can be attacked but cannot be controlled, it is extremely powerful.
Zhang Wenfeng recited the sutra silently, and his spiritual consciousness touched the seal script of the fifth sentence of the Taoist Sutra. Invisible golden light flowed through his body like water, weakening the opponent's locking effect. At the moment when the sword magical power was about to take action, the line of his Qi Haiyuan Qi tree's pale gold rose. resonated.
He suddenly understood and swung his jujube sword with one hand, slashing it to the bottom.
He can use the golden thread of the Yuan Qi tree to control the amount of Yuan Qi extracted by his sword magical power.
He could finally control the power of this sword.
He used 60% of his Yuan Qi power.
Protector Xie Moling, who was watching with his hands behind his back in the Eastern Protector's Court, suddenly had a serious look on his face as he was smiling while watching a show, and murmured in his mouth: "Mysterious powers and secret arts! Today's young people are... amazing!"
At the moment when the sword energy drawn by the two sword intentions collided, he raised his hands together.
"Boom", the wild explosion of power from the collision of the two sword energies was lifted up into the air by the power of the white formation that suddenly rose from the ground, and most of it was dispersed at once. The violent energy sputtered sharply around the sword fighting platform. The protective light shield held on for three or two breaths, then shook and suddenly exploded.
Everyone watching the battle laughed and cursed and flew back.
He used various means to avoid the tiny fragments of sword energy that spattered randomly. It would be embarrassing to be hit by them.
Protector Xie's voice came from the air: "You two, each of you will pay one hundred Spiritual Qi Stones for the repair of the sword fighting platform's protective formation restrictions. Do you have any objections?"
Zhang Wenfeng held his sword and saluted to the east: "I have no objections."
He Guangjun grinned and saluted. This fight was so damn good. It was nothing to pay for the spiritual energy stone.
It's a pity that Protector Xie didn't let the two of them use their magical powers to distinguish themselves.
Zhang Wenfeng had indeed mastered the magical power of swordsmanship, otherwise he would not have been able to cut off the arm of the demon tribe Xiang Yuan.
He originally wanted to go to Huanye Wasteland in the first half of the year to take the opportunity to meet the famous Xiang Yuan, but he was delayed by other tasks. Later, he heard that Zhang Wenfeng defeated Xiang Yuan with a sword, so he was not interested in going again and waited to meet him.
Zhang Wenfeng can just compare notes.
The biggest gain from this free-and-easy competition was to loosen the bottleneck of his cultivation.
It is estimated that it won't be long before he can advance to the stage of gradual decline and reach perfection.
The speed of improvement of a true swordsman will never be slow, the only way is to keep a clear heart of the sword and sharpen it all the time.
In the innermost room of the library, Mo Ye held a yellowed ancient scroll in his hand and flipped through it. He glanced to the west, then withdrew his gaze and continued reading.