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Chapter 279 Sword Magic Power Confrontation

"bass!"

A black sword flew out from the sheath behind He Guangjun's back, only three feet tall, slender and sharp, flew upside down for about ten feet, and then condescendingly stabbed Zhang Wenfeng in the head, making a sharp and thin sound.

Many monks in the Daolu branch of Zhoucheng had been "discussed" by He Guangjun. Whether it was Taoism or swordsmanship, they all lost to the sword of Madman He, who was desperate to learn from each other. learn from each other.

It was the first time they had seen He Guangjun unleash a black sword.

There was an uproar outside the shield of the sword fighting ring.

"Flying Sword!"

"The second sword behind Madman He's back is the flying sword!"

They finally saw a ruthless character, forcing He Guangjun to use the secret flying sword.

Immediately, some people were worried about how the brother in the cyan Taoist robe would deal with the extra flying sword out of thin air. It was the first time they had seen such a passive and formidable master He Guangjun be suppressed by his swordsmanship.

Zhang Wenfeng grasped it with his left hand, held the Bizhu sword in his palm, and challenged the flying sword that pierced straight into his face.

He is now immersed in the "quiet" state of mind, splitting his mind and using it is like two people wielding swords separately, without any delay.

The jujube sword stabbed with his right hand is indomitable. If He Guangjun and others are in a predicament and the flying sword energy cannot be turned around in a hurry, he wants to see how He Guangjun responds to his sword?
The first move was on his side, and when He Guangjun couldn't dodge forward, left and right, he turned around a bit slower.

"铛", Bi Zhujian accurately knocked off the flying sword, and hit the flying sword to the left.

The slender flying sword suddenly "bang", turned into five flying swords of different sizes, or circled or turned around, and attacked Zhang Wenfeng again. Such an unexpected situation made Zhang Wenfeng's movements slightly stagnant.

Although he can use Zhijing to focus on two tasks, after all, he is only a person, and he will instinctively consider how to deal with it.

He Guangjun, who was in charge of the flying sword attack, seized the opportunity to turn around and stab with his sword.

The best way to get rid of flat thorns is only flat thorns.

There is no expression on his dull face, he strikes later and the sword arrives first, and the opportunity is reversed instantly.

The time and number of times he immersed himself in this type of flat stab far surpassed that of Zhang Wenfeng, who came from behind. His understanding of flat stab can be said to be unmatched by anyone in the world, and he has used it to perfection.

There was madness in his eyes, he didn't use the opportunity of the flat stab to suppress the opponent's flat stab, but used the opportunity to stab to the end.

It's a way of killing each other, you stab yours, and I stab mine.

Just ask whether it is accidental or not, and whether it is exciting or not.

Fighting swords is not only a competition of swordsmanship, but also flexible use of sword styles, and sometimes desperate courage.

Don't lose your momentum, risk your life!
Between life and death, sharpen your heart and sword, and seek that little breakthrough.

Zhang Wenfeng's left-handed sword has a gorgeous and complicated "flying pattern", which defends against the five flying swords that attack from multiple directions, and the Zaomu sword in his right hand stabs to the end without hesitation, so it will be tougher than anyone else's method.

His own flying sword has not been used yet.

Yun Qiuhe, who was outside the sword fighting ring, saw the two guys in the light mask, and his eyes were red, regardless of his own safety, he wanted to exchange injuries for injuries, no, he exchanged lives for lives, and they all slapped each other's left chest. She was so angry that she stomped her feet and scolded He Guangjun: "Crazy!"

Anxious in my heart, why didn't Xie Hufa show up to stop him?

Mo Xiufeng clenched his fists as he watched, his heart skipped a beat. It was a desperate act.

Everyone else held their breath. Who is the guy who dared to change his life with Madman He?

Shen Si didn't expect such a result, he was dumbfounded and his hands and feet were cold.

"Tch", the two people in the field were almost stabbed in the chest at the same time.

The so-called first opportunity is actually just a moment. In a battle between masters, the winner may be decided in a moment, but the result of changing lives can only be a loss for both sides, and no one can win.

Dazzling golden light erupted from the position of He Guangjun's sword, and under the impact of a huge force, he retreated a few steps back.

One step at a time, deep footprints, dissolving the strength of the opponent's blow.

The brilliance emanating from Zhang Wenfeng's body is very mixed, there are dark blue and bright green swirling stripes, and blue water-like waves, and the inside is pale yellow, which is not very eye-catching. Several flying swords in the air were hit one by one and flew into the distance.

Neither of them suffered a loss, and both suffered a little.

He Guangjun let out a hearty dry laugh. He was wearing the "Golden Shirt and Treasure Clothes", the inheritance treasure of the sect, and his chest hurt sharply, feeling extremely happy.

This is the real opponent. He really didn't take an opportunistic swordsman like Cen Sanlin into his eyes.

With a wave of his hand, the five flying swords flying in the air merged into one, and he put the sword back into its sheath with a swipe.

"Zhang Wenfeng, eat me again!"

He Guangjun held the sword in both hands, with the palm of his left hand against the hilt, and made a steady stab forward.

Complex runes appeared on the silver sword, and the sword intent locked the opponent. He didn't worry about the life and death of that wretched guy at all. means of comprehension.

Of course, if you don't deal with it properly, you will definitely be seriously injured.

Because of this sword, he can attack but not control, the power is unparalleled.

Zhang Wenfeng recited the scriptures silently, and his spiritual consciousness touched the scriptures in the fifth sentence of the Taoist scriptures. An invisible golden light flowed all over his body like water, weakening the opponent's locking effect. resonated.

He suddenly understood, swung the jujube sword with one hand, and slashed to the end.

He can control the amount of Yuan Qi drawn by the sword supernatural power through the golden line of the Yuan Qi tree.

He could finally control the power of this sword.

He used [-]% of Yuan Qi's power.

Xie Moling, who was watching with his hands behind his back in the East Guardian Court, had a smile on his face while watching the show, but suddenly became serious, and murmured: "Supernatural powers and secret arts! The young people of today...are amazing!"

At the moment when the sword energy drawn by the two sword intents collided, he put his hands together and lifted it up.

"Boom", the wild explosive power of the collision of two sword qis was lifted into the air by the power of the white formation suddenly rising from the ground, and most of it was scattered in an instant. The protective light shield persisted for three or two breaths, and then exploded suddenly while shaking.

The crowd watching the battle laughed and cursed and flew back.

Every means was used to avoid the fragments of sword energy splashing randomly, it would be a shame if it was hit.

The voice of Xie Hufa came from the air: "You two, each of you will pay one hundred spirit stones to repair the prohibition of the sword fighting platform's protective formation. Do you have any objections?"

Zhang Wenfeng held his sword and saluted to the east: "My subordinates have no objections."

He Guangjun grinned and saluted, this fight was really bloody fun, it's a fart to pay for some spirit stones.

It's a pity that Xie Hufa didn't let the two of them use their magical powers to separate themselves.

Zhang Wenfeng really realized the supernatural power of swordsmanship, otherwise it would be impossible to cut off the arm of Yaozu Chiyuan.

In the first half of the year, he originally wanted to go to the Wilderness Wasteland. He took the opportunity to meet the famous Chi Yuan, but was delayed by other tasks. Later, when he heard that Zhang Wenfeng had defeated Chi Yuan with a single sword, he was not interested in going again, and waited to meet with him. It's enough for Zhang Wenfeng to exchange ideas.

The biggest gain of this free hand and foot exchange is to loosen the bottleneck of his cultivation.

It is estimated that it will not be long before he will be able to advance to the Gradient Realm and reach Consummation.

The improvement speed of a real swordsman will never be slow, the only thing is to keep a sword heart transparent and sharpen it all the time.

In the innermost room of the library, Mo Ye was flipping through a yellowed ancient scroll in his hand, glanced to the west, then turned his gaze back and continued reading.

She is not very interested in playing around.

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(End of this chapter)