Cha Yixiao looked at this scene and shivered all over. Such a resolute Pisces combination and such decisive fighting style made him very excited as a fighting madman.

Feng Xiaohan's posture caused a burst of exclamation.

Lou Tingyu frowned slightly, could only sigh, and then put away his sword to block it.

Feng Xiaohan's two swords pierced the scabbard two holes, and the snow-bright sword body was clearly visible.

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Lu Yingfeng stroked his chest, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and said, "Look, I just said he was here to fight hard."

"I suddenly remembered something."

Bai Wen's face turned pale and said, "He came today mainly to compete with Junior Brother Lou, and it has nothing to do with me. So if he wins, will he still fight me in the next game?"

Lu Yingfeng smiled and said, "If he can really defeat Lou Tingyu, who is stronger than you, then even if he doesn't fight hard, do you think you will still have a chance of winning?"

Bai Wen thought for a while and said, "It's reasonable, let's continue."

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On the side of Chixia Peak, Liang Song watched the time pass by little by little, and became more and more anxious, and said helplessly: "Noon has passed long ago. I just want to be able to be made early, so that the master's intention will not be vain."

The glazed peacock beside him also stopped combing his feathers and stared at the small workshop not far away, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this time, the beating sound in the small workshop stopped, and the cliffs returned to calm, leaving only the sound of rain falling and a sigh of regret.

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Feng Xiaohan's thorn can be said to be a full-strength attack, but it was not as determined as others thought. His body was so strong that it was unimaginable. It was extremely difficult to break his body with a scabbard alone.

So he just needs to withstand the sword energy on the sword sheath, and then attack the two swords and kill the man in front of him.

Feng Xiaohan's two swords broke from it, and he threw them away, and he picked up the last one.

"I'm looking forward to you not using a knife, but then I'll draw my sword."

Lou Tingyu's eyes fell on the shallow water at his feet. Under the drizzle, he could vaguely see his embarrassed appearance through the reflections of the water.

He looked at Feng Xiaohan and said seriously: "When you end up, it will be the time for me to beat you up."

Feng Xiaohan also looked at him and said in his heart: "When you think I am at the end of my life, it is the time for you to die."

He stood still, and the bamboo sword swung and water splashed everywhere.

The vital energy in the body is about to be exhausted. Even if it is the exquisite vital energy of Wanyan's magical power, it will ultimately be able to resist the master who has already stood on that threshold.

In the drizzle and breeze, a sword energy hangs on the sword test forest. Anyone can feel what kind of will it contains.

"I decided that I will destroy you within eight moves."

The light in Lou Tingyu's eyes was even stronger and the sword energy was even stronger.

Feng Xiaohan turned around and looked at the jacks left by the dozen bamboo swords behind him. The rain fell on the ground and drilled into the holes, and then disappeared.

This detail is not eye-catching, and He Xirou didn't care about his thoughts on the field. He held a paper umbrella in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, not knowing what he was planning.

The diner in the forest watched the scene with thoughtful thoughts.

Liu Panpan felt his will through the Yin-Yang Cat in his arms, raised his eyebrows slightly, and was a little surprised.

Feng Xiaohan felt no worries when he heard Lou Tingyu's words full of pride and confidence, and even wanted to laugh.

"This guy really only knows how to fight against the law and pays attention to demeanor."

Feng Xiaohan held the sword in his left hand and his right hand was on his waist, bullying himself in front of his body, and used his left hand to come out of the Luzhou Mountain and Water Sword, bringing the drizzle all over the sky into the sword force, like a real waterfall.

Lou Tingyu took a step back, not because he was forced back by the other party, but to make a better sword.

"Even if you change your hand, the same move will not produce any effect again when you use it twice."

His long sword danced, and a sword curtain was created around him.

Eight ways to fight at night!

Just as the waterfall-like sword was about to wash up on the sword curtain, Feng Xiaohan relaxed his hand and let the bamboo sword fly out.

Lou Tingyu was paying attention to the movement of the bamboo sword with all his attention. Seeing that he actually threw the sword out, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Could this be actually the Guqiu Mountain Shui Sword?

No, he just threw the sword, that's all.

Lou Tingyu can be sure that there is no artistic conception in it, and it is definitely not a magical method.

The disciples watching the game began to wonder if Feng Xiaohan's vitality was exhausted and he was no longer able to hold the bamboo sword?

The light rain that had originally left with the bamboo sword and turned into a waterfall suddenly lost the traction of the sword intent and could only fly forward along inertia.

The bamboo sword hit the sword curtain and was cut into pieces.

Part of the light rain was broken up by the eight ways of night war, and the rest fell on Lou Tingyu's body and face, making his eyes narrow.

The diner held his breath and felt a premonition in his heart.

Because just as the moment Lou Tingyu was affected by the rain, Feng Xiaohan made an action...

Cha Yixiao let out a strange cry, patted his thigh, and shouted hysterically: "Awesome, so awesome!"

Xiahou Sheng beside him stared at the field, waiting for the upcoming scene.

Listening to the exclamation of the disciples outside the scene, Lou Tingyu couldn't help but wonder what was going on.

His gaze was blocked by the rain of the Shanshui Sword for a moment, and he only blurred the shadows that he still wanted to attack.

When he really saw it, it was too late.

The moment the bamboo sword was thrown out, Feng Xiaohan held the kitchen knife at his waist with his right hand.

Feng Xiaohan stared at the other party's eyes. The sword of Zhuxin, which had been brewing for a long time, suddenly burst out, and endless cruel and violent auras filled the air, like a demon who had just woken up, opening his sleepy eyes.

Even though Lou Tingyu's heart was firm, he was still shaken for a moment and his body stiffened again.

So his rhythm was completely disrupted by Feng Xiaohan, and it was too late to avoid it.

A sudden light of sword appeared, illuminating the scene.

The sword light is pure, majestic, extremely domineering, and it soars straight into the sky.

A sword to the sky!

And it is even more powerful than when he used his hand as a knife yesterday.

With a roar, the thick knife light immediately swallowed Lou Tingyu, causing the screams of exclamation under the oil-paper umbrellas around him to rise again.

After the sword light dissipated, a straight crack appeared on the ground in front of Feng Xiaohan, and at the end of the crack was Lou Tingyu.

Lou Tingyu was covered in blood, mixed with rain, dyeing her clothes red.

There was only a click.

His sword sheath was completely destroyed and was neatly cut into two pieces, revealing half of his sword body.

There was a very deep scar on his body.

It spreads from the left shoulder to the base of the legs, which looks extremely terrifying.

Feng Xiaohan was panting heavily and almost collapsed to the ground. This knife was only available to practitioners above Dongyou, and it was extremely expensive for people in the Spirit Transformation Realm.

Lou Tingyu's face looked like frosty, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes. Obviously, this knife also caused him serious internal injuries.

The knife energy followed his wounds, shaking slightly, tearing the wounds all the time, making the trauma deeper.

This sword was passed on to Liang Song by a master, and then told to Feng Xiaohan.

However, Feng Xiaohan directly deduced the vitality operation route, the combination of the consciousness and moves of the sword technique with his Wanyan magic.

If we put aside our cultivation and combat experience, just like Qingtian’s sword, Feng Xiaohan is even better than Liang Song.

What's more, this knife is known as the strongest sword technique in the northern grasslands.
Chapter completed!