I can summon master Qin Shi

Chapter 64 Image is More Important

Zhao Feiyang didn't hold back his hand as soon as he made a move. The previous show of weakness was just to catch the opponent by surprise.

Immediately mobilizing the power to cover the sun, the momentum increased greatly, the speed increased greatly, and the strength increased greatly. The blood-red sword energy wrapped around the sword body, and a simple but fierce vertical chop directly slashed at Du Qinghe's head.

The sudden increase in speed made Du Qinghe startled, but after all, he is a leader among the inner disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect, so he will not panic when encountering an unexpected situation. .

What Zhao Feiyang wanted was for the opponent to block. In terms of strength, men generally have the upper hand. Coupled with the blessing of powerful internal energy, the opponent will definitely suffer the loss in a head-to-head encounter.

clang!
A loud and piercing sound of gold and iron sounded, sparks flew everywhere, Du Qinghe's complexion changed slightly, his figure couldn't stop retreating, and two clear traces were drawn on the very tightly pressed rammed earth, the soil was divided into two parts, and his hands slightly Some tingling.

Wang Ting and the others had no idea about Zhao Feiyang's strength at all, but He Hong and Ma Yuan were different. Seeing Zhao Feiyang's aura, their complexions changed one after another, and they suddenly had a bad feeling in their hearts, knowing that they were being tricked by Zhao Feiyang .

Immediately, He Hong glared at Ma Yuan fiercely. Compared with them, his aura was not too far behind. His cultivation was obviously higher than that of Du Qinghe. Now the only thing he prayed for was his opponent's swordsmanship. His combat experience was no match for Du Qinghe's. .

Otherwise, Du Qinghe will definitely be in danger. Once Du Qinghe is defeated, the face of Lingjianzong will be severely lost. Certainly not light.

Ma Yuan was pitiful, looking at He Hong with an innocent face, as if saying who would have thought that Zhao Feiyang could hide so deeply, he just didn't see the slightest bit of the other party's true cultivation...

He Hong no longer cared about Ma Yuan, turned his head, and focused all his attention on the arena. Up to now, he can lose, but Du Qinghe must not have anything to do, otherwise he will not be able to bear the anger of the Great Elder...

In the arena, Du Qinghe, who had just stabilized his figure, felt Zhao Feiyang's aura, and became a little panicked from surprise. Didn't it mean that the opponent had opened up six meridians at most?
What's the matter with this aura comparable to that of a martial arts master?

There is not enough time for Du Qinghe to think, Zhao Feiyang could not let the advantage obtained by playing a little trick slip away in his hands, after one blow, the next blow came in an instant, and the sword was entwined with blood-red sword energy The sharp point pierced Du Qinghe's chest mercilessly, the blade pierced through the air, and the air was turbulent.

Du Qinghe, who had experienced Zhao Feiyang's strength, didn't want to confront Zhao Feiyang head-on, so he urged his movements with all his strength, and his figure flickered to the right. The autumn water-like sword was wrapped with water-blue sword energy, and he stabbed forward with a blood-red sword energy. Coming through the air, a clear sword mark appeared on the ring.

hum...

The air was vibrating, buzzing, and Du Qinghe stabbed the sword qi with a sword, and his inner breath surged out. The water-blue sword qi collided with the blood-red sword qi, and the fine sword qi left messy spots on the ground. fine marks.

Soon, Du Qinghe's complexion turned pale from the collision of the sword energy at close range, and the blood in his body was surging, so he had to retreat a few meters. On the one hand, he weakened the power of the sword energy, and on the other hand, he bought more time to mobilize his inner breath.

Boom, as soon as the blood-red sword energy dissipated in mid-air, Zhao Feiyang rushed over, which made Du Qinghe aggrieved and resentful, the continuous offensive really made her unable to use her special swordsmanship at all, and fell directly into the opponent's trap. in rhythm.

clang clang...

The figures of the two are constantly changing in the arena, the sound of gold and iron sounds one after another, sparks bloom, and the cold and dazzling sword light shines on the arena, shining brighter than the sun in the eyes of the spectators. The people were amazed and amazed.

Of course, most of them are just watching the excitement, and they can’t see the changes in the moves of the two people at all, let alone the details. They can only see the figures of the two people changing up and down, left and right, the dazzling sword light, the blooming sparks, and the sound of swords and swords. The clash of swords.

However, even so, it is enough to satisfy the people watching the battle, and they will have the capital to brag in the future.

He Hong leaned forward, his body was secretly circulating, his legs stepped on the sparse grass, ready to protect Du Qinghe if something went wrong.

Not to mention being killed, it's hard to explain even a little bit of good or bad. As long as Du Qinghe is safe and sound, he can be cheeky and give generous gifts, and ask the elders to speak good words for him and reduce some punishments.

He was already mentally prepared to fail, not because his plan was incomplete, but because his opponent was too cunning and hidden too deeply.

In the arena, Du Qinghe became more and more aggrieved as she fought more and more. The opponent's swordsmanship was as aggressive as fire, as vicious as a snake, and as murderous as a huge wave. When he didn't have the opportunity to move back to the disadvantage, he used his special swordsmanship, but he was always suppressed.

This is the style of the swordsmanship that conceals the sun, and the sword intent is even colder and bone-piercing, and the killing intent is like a tide, making people feel like they are in the darkest bottomless abyss...

Yin is flourishing and yang is extinguished, and the sun is covered by daylight. If the sun is covered by the sun, with the blessing of sword intent, Du Qinghe will be killed with at most three moves. If he doesn't handle it well, it is not impossible to be killed by one move .

Sword Intent, Zhao Feiyang can't use this thing, even if he can use it, it's useless, his eight meridians have not all been opened up, and the bridge between heaven and earth is still closed, even if he has Sword Intent, he can't take the power of heaven and earth for his own use.

Zhao Feiyang was born as a killer, and his fighting style is to take advantage of the situation. Although the enemy is a girl, he will not hesitate to attack, let alone give the opponent any chance to recover.

As the saying goes, if you defend for a long time, you will lose. Half a cup of tea has passed. Under Zhao Feiyang's continuous and fierce attacks, Du Qinghe could no longer grasp it and showed his flaws.

It was only at this time that the flaws were exposed. To be honest, it was beyond expectations. The opponent's swordsmanship was not known how to attack, but the defense was still very strong.

Zhao Feiyang pressed down Du Qinghe's sword with the long sword in his right hand, and the cold edge of the sword slid along the sword body and cut towards the greasy side face.

How important appearance is to a girl, Du Qinghe couldn't care less, and immediately blocked with the scabbard with his left hand.

In this way, the empty door in front of him opened wide, his wrist turned and rotated, his head and tail were turned upside down, and the tail of the scabbard directly hit Du Qinghe's abdomen. The powerful force directly knocked Du Qinghe back again and again. Bursts.

"Vag... vomit..."

The stomach is one of the most soft and fragile parts of the human body. Once attacked, the pain is very severe, and the intensity is enough, enough to make people lose their fighting power in an instant.

That is to say, Du Qinghe has opened up seven meridians, and the quality of his internal energy is good. Under Zhao Feiyang's strong pressure, he circulates his internal energy all the time to protect his whole body, otherwise he will be seriously injured and lose his combat effectiveness.

Even so, the severe blow to the abdomen, the severe pain, and the strong sense of vomiting were enough to make this beloved jewel who had been cared for by her parents and elder brothers lose the power to resist since she was a child.

At this moment, Du Qinghe loosened his hands, and the gorgeous scabbard and sharp sword both fell to the ground. His white and slender palms covered his mouth to prevent himself from spitting out.

That's really embarrassing, the image is gone, he is the goddess of many male disciples in the sect, there are also heroes in the outside world, pursued by wealthy sons of aristocratic families, how can he vomit in the public?

Before the battle is over, what you think about is not how to protect yourself, how to turn defeat into victory, but if you think about these things, can you still have the power to resist?
At this golden opportunity, Zhao Feiyang wanted to hit Du Qinghe again as soon as he moved his figure, directly causing the opponent to lose his combat effectiveness.

As for killing people, it has been agreed in advance that they cannot be killed at all, and Du Qinghe's identity, even the audience, cannot be killed.

Halfway through the rush, there was a sharp piercing sound in the ear, the wrist turned, the long sword was flipped to the right, and a blood-red sword aura shot out.

boom!
There was a loud noise like thunder, strong wind swept in all directions, lime powder filled the air, flying sand and rocks, and with a bang, a twisted long sword fell on the ring...

Which bastard sneak attack?

It's very hard to start!
　I have something to do today. I don’t know if there is time to code. I can’t code in a quiet environment. Depending on the situation, there may be one update, or two updates, sorry.

　　
　
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