Chapter 0168

See Qin Danshuang and Shi Ruhong. But not afraid, palms spread. Extra Xun Qiushui's long sword was tapped forward three times in a row, and three cold sword flowers pierced through the void, directly passing through Qin Wushuang's attack wave and attacking Qin Wushuang's body.

These three sword flowers are drawn very beautifully, with tricky angles and ingenious momentum, and they are able to break through the air current formed by the whip shadows all over the sky, which shows that this person has a good attainment in the way of swordsmanship.

Naturally, Qin Wushuang would not be hit by the three sword flowers. With a violent flick of the snake-shaped whip, it was like a beast, and immediately devoured the three sword flowers. As soon as the air flow rolled, it disappeared completely.

"Using a sword? Qin Wushuang tapped his toes to the ground, took a few steps towards the back, retracted the snake-shaped whip, and hid it in his waist, then suddenly stretched his hand into his back, and pulled out the Ziyang sword.

"This sword" is called Ziyang, and I just obtained it today. How about taking Your Excellency to try the sword? . Qin Wushuang's tone was serious, with the Ziyang sword in his hand, he just squeezed a sword formula, and he immediately became self-sufficient. There is a faint air of a great master.

Qin Wushuang had intensively studied sword skills countless times in his previous life, but in this life, even though he occasionally realized it, it was the first time he had actually used it to fight against the enemy.

But this first time is not the first time in the sense of a real rookie.

One person with one sword, as if having an ancient long-cherished wish, as if they were destined to meet each other, Qin Wushuang held the sword in his hand, and countless sword intents from his previous life suddenly came one after another.

Countless top-level slanting skills kept popping up in his mind.

"Dugu Nine Swords", "Tai Chi Sword", "Dharma Sword"

Seeing that Qin Wushuang was so arrogant, No. 8 dared to use the sword he got today to fight against him. He couldn't help being a little annoyed, but since the beginning of the battle, his momentum has been completely controlled by the opponent.

At this time, the opponent did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, and actually changed the weapon midway, which was a good thing for him, and then sneered: "The sword you got today is used to fight against the enemy, but your self-confidence is extraordinary. powerful."

"Haha, it's not that I have strong self-confidence, but that my opponent is too weak."

Qin Wushuang laughed, and suddenly thrust out a sword with his hands and feet. This sword is flat and smooth, at best it can only be regarded as quite satisfactory, and there is no kendo attainment at all.

But it was this frivolous sword that surprised No. 8. The airflow pierced by the sword tip was like a billowing heat wave, before it even reached him, it already made him feel an unbearable heat hitting his face.

This sword is Qin Wushuang's tentative sword, which is in line with the artistic conception of "there is no move to win, but there is a move". It seems that there is no move, but behind the sword, there are countless possibilities of changing moves.

If the other party accepts this move, then there will be a continuous flow of moves, and he will be overwhelmed and unable to escape immediately.

However, No. 8 was very keen. He saw that Qin Wushuang's sword was completely irregular. Knowing that there is a fraud, he didn't answer at all, but took a few steps back. With a shake of the sword, his body was like a swimming dragon, and he quickly flew towards Qin Wushuang, surging in the air, stabbing out several sword lights, and beckoning towards Qin Wushuang's vital parts.

"snort".

No. 8 snorted coldly, and every time he stabbed the sword, he never stopped, and said, "My sword has defeated no less than ten innates, and you are no exception!"

As he spoke, his figure flickered and moved rapidly, without stopping for a moment. Combined with his body skills, the sword is extremely fast, and the speed of his strike is so fast that it is almost impossible for bystanders to see the speed of his sword.

Qin Wushuang saw his formation and knew that he planned to win with speed, with a quick sword!

"Bidu?" Qin Wushuang smiled inwardly, "Since my debut, Bidu, who have I lost to? This guy seems to be proud of his speed, so I will defeat him in terms of speed!"

Qin Wushuang did not neglect either, with the Ziyang sword in his hand, he was not in a hurry to attack, but kept following the number eight in circles. Following the opponent's attack, he kept changing his steps.

"Lingyun Immortal Step. In terms of absolute speed, it doesn't look very amazing. His small-scale maneuvers and changes are full of weirdness.

This kind of weird speed made Qin Wushuang look like a ghost in terms of speed, which was completely unpredictable. As a result, the people watching the battle in the audience were naturally amazed.

No. 8's swordsmanship is fast, but No. 6's body method is faster. Not only fast, but also strange, so strange that they couldn't predict where he would go next.

"Where did this guy come from? No. 8 attacked for a while, feeling a little anxious. He had fought many innate disciples before, but he had never met someone as difficult as this one in front of him." of.

When attacking, the momentum is like a mad tiger, and the momentum is astonishing. When defending, it is also watertight, and there is no room for it.

Such a master should be well-known in the younger generation of Xingluo Temple, but why have I never heard of such a monstrous figure in Xingluo Temple?

Could it be that this guy is an innate disciple who just emerged recently?

Outside the camp, Wei Yi's face remained calm, but the surprise in his heart was obviously much stronger than before. He really didn't expect that this newly promoted young junior was so seasoned, no matter in terms of agility or battle experience, he didn't look like a novice at all. There is no childishness at all, some are just old-fashioned, with a demeanor that lifts weight as if it is light.

"Brother Wei and Zhou Fu's voice suddenly sounded. He, Pin, and Cha have my junior sister expressing emotion." Wei Yi asked with a smile. .

"Oh? Junior Sister Zhou said a lot of words today, but I don't know which one she refers to?"

"It's just what I said about who will win the championship when I was outside. I said that Senior Brother Wei had the foresight." Zhou Fu said with a smile.

"Huh?" Wei Yi couldn't help laughing, "Could it be that Junior Sister Zhou has a new understanding?"

"I believe Senior Brother Wei has also noticed that number eight will definitely be defeated." Zhou Fu paused intentionally when she said this, and stared at Wei Yi with her beautiful eyes, as if to observe what he said after hearing this. expression.

Wei Yi, however, smiled lightly: "Innate duels, changing rapidly, I'm afraid it's hard to draw a conclusion at this time?"

In fact, why didn't Wei Yi see the situation of No. 8? It seems that they are indeed attacking and taking the initiative. But the other party's body skills obviously couldn't find any flaws. If the consumption goes on like this, the attacking side will inevitably be restless and impatient after a long period of attacking to no avail. If you can't suppress your impetuous mentality, the sword intent will inevitably lose its rules and take advantage of the opponent's vacancy!

Zhou Fu's eyes can naturally see this. Wei Yi is superior to Zhou Fu in terms of cultivation methods and vision, so it is naturally impossible not to see it.

Sure enough, No. 8 was unable to attack for a long time, and his mentality changed slightly. His spiritual power was stimulated again, and he danced in a long gown. Suddenly, his little body changed again.

The speed actually accelerated again, and for a while, there were rows of afterimages on the ring, as if dozens of hundreds of clones had been born in the number eight, and they kept greeting Qin Wushuang.

The sword light was vertical and horizontal, piercing the void with "crackling" noises.

At this time, under the ring, everyone has held their breath. They know that the battle is so stalemate, and the winner is not far away.

Especially Yan Feng, clenched his fists tightly. The moment Qin Wushuang showed the Ziyang sword, he had already recognized it, and almost blurted out "Okay". Fortunately, he was restrained and did not lose his composure too much. But already happy.

"Senior Brother Qin, hold on!" Yan Feng pinched his palms fiercely. That No. 8's swordsmanship is really fast, and the coordination of body skills is completely seamless. If these Houtian warriors went up, there would probably be twenty of them, and they would only be killed in seconds.

So fast, so fast that they could not be seen clearly by the bystanders. Then how difficult the position of the authorities must be! "This eighth number has probably reached the "Unity of man and sword." the realm. In his hand, the sword was no different from an arm, it was too fast and free. "

The crowd gasped in admiration, and those who were optimistic about Qin Wushuang couldn't help but waver at this moment, thinking that under such a fast sword, it would be impossible for No. 6 to escape completely!

However, how could the innate world be something acquired warriors like them could guess?

The impossibility in their eyes is full of possibilities in the innate world!

Qin Wushuang was very happy. This sword move was indeed fast, but it was only at the level of "Feng Lei Dao". In terms of speed, it might be faster than "Feng Lei Saber", but in terms of ruthlessness and killing intent, it may not be able to beat that Li Wuji!

Qin Wushuang's Ziyang sword swung suddenly, his body suddenly rolled up, twisted into a tornado, and the Ziyang sword in his hand spun along, forming an air mass that seemed to be attacking and defending, like a cannonball, rushing straight over .

He has completely seen through No. 8's sword intent. If the sword intent is seen through, then all the opponent's fast swords are nothing more than a blindfold. As long as you dodge the deadliest sword, all other imaginary swords are nothing but ostentation to boost your power.

Jingle!

Qin Wushuang's Ziyang sword was passed forward, extremely fast.

This sword is accurate and direct without any errors. A direct hit, barely able to hold No. 8's body.

When the sword is held up, all the sword moves lose their meaning immediately, and the focus of the competition suddenly becomes the competition of spiritual power.

Qin Wushuang urged him three times in a row, the Ziyang sword made an ear-piercing sound of "buzzing" and only heard a sound of "crash", and the light of No. 8's autumn water-like sword suddenly dimmed. In the bleak place, a gap like a sawtooth saw immediately appeared!

The collision of swords and swords, Biyang sword, wins!

Qin Ruoshuang laughed loudly: "I have learned your sword skills, now let's see my sword in the finger!"

After speaking, thrust the Ziyang Sword behind his back, danced his hands, connected his fingertips, and moved his thumbs together, two "Shaoshang Swords" spurted out, like two dragons playing with pearls, one on the left and one on the right, with two strong The real sword, stabs straight.

No. 8 did not expect that Qin Wushuang's fingertips could shoot out a sword-like attack. Hastily returned the sword to block, but this block can only hinder the momentum for a while.

Qin Wushuang's sword was full of momentum, and the sword intent of "Tianmai Ningjin Sword" was powerful, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal. With the dancing of his fingertips, he stabbed out continuously.

This Shuo Shuo's sword force was comparable to a bullet, and it was not something No. 8 could resist at this time. After only three or four times of blocking, he was hit by a "Zhong Chong Sword" on the shoulder, and immediately shot through a big hole, bleeding blood. Flow like a note!