The cold wind is biting.

Zhao Futu used the light skill of "Flying on Grass" to catch up quickly. The two people left very fast, especially Yan Chixia, as if they were flying by. Zhao Futu followed him for a mile, and unexpectedly

I found that I couldn't keep up. His Qing Gong level of "Flying on Grass" was not enough, and he didn't even reach the level of proficiency. Although his true energy was strong enough to keep up with the consumption, it was slightly lacking in explosiveness.

"It seems like I need to improve my Qinggong level when I go back." Zhao Futu said with reluctance as he watched the two figures getting further and further away.

After Yan Chixia and Xiahou Swordsman left the town, they did not stop much, but continued to head towards the mountains over there. In this era, the gathering places for humans are mountains, rivers and woods. If Zhao Futu followed

If they were lost, it would be difficult to find them again. But fortunately, Xiahou swordsman's Qinggong wasn't very good, and Yan Chixia obviously hadn't used her full strength yet.

At this time, Zhao Futu was a little confused.

That Xiahou swordsman is not as good as Yan Chixia in his light skills, his internal strength is not as good as Yan Chixia's, and even the sword in his hand is not as good as the imitation of Yan Chixia's Xuanyuan Sword, but why does this guy keep stalking him again and again?

What about the martial arts competition? To be honest, Zhao Futu knew the outcome of this battle without even looking at it. Although this Xiahou swordsman was also very awesome, there was no way he could be Yan Chixia’s opponent!

Could it be that he is looking for abuse?

in this way.

Zhao Futu followed the two men and ran for more than ten miles. Finally, the two people in front slowed down.

"Yan Chixia!"

Xiahou Swordsman stood on a huge rock and looked at Yan Chixia not far away. He said in a deep voice: "Draw out your sword!"

Yan Chixia turned her back to Xiahou Swordsman and looked up at the endless starry sky, as if she did not take this competition into consideration at all, but said slowly: "Brother Xiahou, you have been chasing me for six years, and we have also been chasing each other for six years.

After fighting for six years, you have lost for six years!"

"Are you still stubborn?"

Xiahou Swordsman's face was ashen, as black as the bottom of a pot. He showed a hint of shame and anger, and said bitterly: "Don't talk nonsense! Hurry up and draw your sword!"

"Okay! Since you're competing, I'll make you convinced that you lost!" Yan Chixia suddenly laughed and pulled out the Xuanyuan Sword imitation in her hand with a clang. Then she jumped forward and the two fought.

Three feet away, he had already swung his sword!

——"Sword Qi!"

Xiahou Swordsman's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was quite surprised.

He suddenly bent over and jumped into the air. Then he swung his sword in the air. When he flew up, the rock standing under him had already been carved with a sword mark by the invisible sword energy. Xiahou Swordsman came forward this time.

He came to look for Yan Chixia to compete in martial arts because he also realized the unique skill of sword energy, but he did not expect that Yan Chixia could move faster than him. Her martial arts skills were already more powerful than last time.

The power of the sword energy is great, but the speed of the attack is not fast, because it takes a while for the meridians to circulate the true energy and then activate it into the sword energy. This time may be short, but for martial arts masters like them, it is enough to easily dodge.

opened.

Xiahou swordsman drew his sword and stepped forward. The sharp sword in his hand turned into a continuous cold light, and the clanging sound of weapons and iron was heard continuously.

This Xiahou swordsman followed the path of fast swords. His moves were like a violent storm. He swung the sword without any reservations, and even planned to defeat Yan Chixia. However, Yan Chixia's expression did not care at all.

With a defensive posture, he only defended but did not attack. He took the opponent's continuous attacks with one sword after another as if he was light. No matter how fast the opponent's sword skills were, he was able to block them just right!

Zhao Futu looked at it from a distance, feeling something in his heart, and said to himself: "Is this the realm of [great skill is like workmanship, heavy sword has no edge]?"

He could see that the sword in Yan Chixia's hand was also very fast.

However, Yan Chixia did not fight with her opponent with fast swords. Instead, she fought slowly with fast swords, and she completely mastered the swordplay rules of the Xiahou swordsman.

It's no wonder, both of them have been playing together for six years.

If a master like Yan Chixia cannot master the opponent's sword moves at this time, then he is really too weak.

The two fought for a full quarter of an hour. Yan Chixia only defended from beginning to end and did not attack once with her sword.

The Xiahou swordsman was already restless when he arrived at the back, and even his internal energy consumption could not keep up. Finally, his accuracy with the sword became worse and worse. His sword moves were already fast but inaccurate, lacked strength, and his momentum became worse.

It's getting weaker.

There is a saying in the art of war: "One burst of momentum will cause it to weaken again, and three times it will be exhausted!"

………………

The Xiahou Swordsman has lost the fight so far.

He was suppressed by Yan Chixia from the beginning to the end. Whether it was moves, martial arts, or psychological tactics, he was no match for Yan Chixia. People like him are impetuous. If he is not suppressed at the beginning, he will inevitably

He would be unable to follow up. At this time, he was already somewhat powerless. Finally, when he swung the sword, Zhao Futu found that his energy could not keep up with the consumption, and his mind was a little impetuous.

After exhaustion, we are no longer able to survive!

"This is the time!" Zhao Futu thought to himself.

really!

Yan Chixia seized this opportunity, and with just one swing of her sword, she split the sword in the hands of the Xiahou swordsman, leaving a bloody mark on his shoulder.

This was Yan Chixia's mercy. If he insisted on killing the other party, this sword might have pierced the other party's heart.

Yan Chixia sheathed her sword and said slowly: "Brother Xiahou, you lose!"

Xiahou Swordsman's face had a look of defeat and a dejected look on his face. He glared at the other party hatefully, raised his head and walked away, saying in a cold voice: "Yan Chixia, don't be proud!"

“I will come again!”

After saying that, his figure quickly disappeared.

When Yan Chixia heard this, she shook her head helplessly and said to herself: "No more fun!"

"You always practice swordsmanship without knowing the way of swordsmanship. You will never be my opponent in your life! I only hope that one day you can understand what the true way of swordsmanship is! Only then will you be truly qualified to fight with me."

Yan Chixia turned around and looked into the distance, and said loudly: "Friends over there, please come out too."

"Are you also here to compete with Yan?"

Zhao Futu used Qinggong and came to the hillside. He cupped his fists and saluted the bearded man in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Master Yan! I am not..."

"Shut up! There is no Hero Yan here, only Yan Chixia!" Yan Chixia waved her hand in displeasure and said, "If you are not looking for me to compete with swords, please leave quickly."

"It's not peaceful here tonight!"
Chapter completed!