My wife is a sword god

Chapter 244 Don't hold back, I can still hold on
The young man is an eighth-rank martial artist, with a sword intent of the first level of cutting edge. Although he can't sway the sword energy, he can still display not bad power when combined with the swordsmanship of the tens of thousands of swordsmen.

I saw him holding the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand, stabbing forward, a little bit of cold light piercing the wind, it felt like a dragon coming from the spear.

"Master, be careful!" Lan Ningshuang and Heitantou reminded at the same time.

Bai Qiu on the side watched with great interest, and only hoped that this little junior brother could teach him a lesson, that abominable guy who took away his senior sister!

The young man took three steps and made two steps at the same time, and within a short while, the distance between the tip of the sword and Qin Feng was less than one zhang.

But the latter stood there without moving.

Just when the young man thought he had the chance to win and he could perform well in front of his senior brothers and sisters, a white light suddenly lit up in front of him!
That's Qin Feng's literary skills—Haotian Mirror!

The tip of the sword touched the Haotian Mirror, and a white halo rippled from the mirror.

Then there was a sound like jade and stones colliding, and the boy was directly pushed back by the reaction force, and almost dropped the sword in his hand!
The sudden scene stunned everyone present, and they looked at Qin Feng in disbelief.

This weak scholar actually has such means?

"Sure enough, when the literary qi is tempered into righteousness, the literary skills displayed are even more powerful.

In the past, even though the Haotian mirror could easily defend against the opponent's sword moves, it was impossible to knock them back. "Qin Feng looked thoughtfully at the young man who staggered back.

"I don't know how many ranks of martial arts my Haotian Mirror can withstand at most. After all, this young man is still a little weaker. If he wants to use it for a test, he is completely unqualified.

I have to find a way, find a seventh-rank martial artist to try. "

Thinking of this, Qin Feng looked at the young man and said, "How about it, do you admit defeat?"

"Never admit defeat!" The boy clenched his trembling hands and said through gritted teeth.

Seeing this, Qin Feng sighed: "Then you come."

After finishing the words, he was holding the Haotian mirror with his right hand, and his left hand was behind his back, looking like a master.

He even had the urge to shout "Hold the moon and pick the stars, there is no one like me in the world", and show himself to others.

But this thought was dismissed by him. These words are too pretentious. If you say such words in Wan Jianzong with many masters, you are afraid that you will really be beaten to death.
The young man raised his sword again, and this time he learned how to be smart. Instead of using the xiphoid thrust, he swung the sword horizontally, intending to tear the white light barrier.

However, the idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

The crisp voice sounded again, and he was blown away again, the sword was thrown away, and the whole person sat on the ground.

The young man's eyes were a little dazed, his hands were tightly clutching his trouser legs, and he was biting his lip, obviously trying to restrain himself.

He reached out to grab the sword that fell to the ground not far away, trying to maintain his last stubbornness.

But at this time, Qin Feng was inappropriately concerned: "Hey, are you okay?"

The simple words completely shattered the young man's psychological defenses. He couldn't control himself anymore and started to cry loudly. Then he stood up, squeezed through the crowd, and ran down the mountain.

Qin Feng's face froze, so he was crying?The psychological endurance is too bad, isn't Wan Jianzong only cultivating the strength of his disciples, doesn't he pay attention to psychological construction?

This young man should learn from him. In his previous life, when the class teacher dug out the Two-dimensional publications in front of the whole class in his schoolbag, even if he was embarrassed to pick his feet, he still didn't change his face, and insisted that he was at the same table!

Oh, that deskmate was sick and didn't come to school
It wasn't until the boy ran away in tears that a group of male disciples came to their senses and scolded him one after another.

"No reason!"

"Using the big to bully the small, to be so ruthless!"

Qin Feng frowned slightly, and immediately retorted: "You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately, which of you eyes saw me make a move?

From the beginning to the end, I stood here and let him attack! "

The voices of the male disciples froze for an instant, because there was nothing wrong with what they said, but the more they said this, the more aggrieved they became.

The sixth-rank male disciple who first proposed to fight with the sword said: "Little brother, he is not good at learning, so he can't cut through your defenses, and he can't blame others. If that's the case, let me, senior brother."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Feng hurriedly interrupted: "I know you are not convinced, although I didn't do anything, it is indeed invincible to bully the small with the big.

How about this, I will choose another person to fight with the sword. "

The sixth-rank male disciple was about to speak, but Qin Feng's pupils flashed golden light, and instantly locked onto a man who was older than him but only seventh-rank in cultivation: "It's up to you."

"Ah?" Some of the male disciples who were pointed at didn't react. He was verbally criticizing this person with others just now. How could he be targeted in the blink of an eye? Could it be because his voice was too loud?

The most important thing is that he really didn't have the confidence to break through the strange white light barrier, so he was very frightened.
Qin Feng glanced at the sixth-rank male disciple. The latter looked aggrieved, as if he had eaten a fly.

"I know you are in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry, let me practice with this seventh-rank disciple first.

Depending on the situation, should I give you a chance to make a move?" Qin Feng thought to himself.

The seventh-rank disciple hesitated a little, hesitated to speak.

Qin Feng repeated his old trick: "If you are afraid, you can admit defeat and apologize for the false remarks that slandered me earlier.

Fighting with your sword is not bullying the small with the big, right? "

"It's a joke, I'm just afraid that waiting for the shot to be too heavy will hurt you!
Since you can't find it yourself, you can't blame me. "The thin-faced male student felt guilty in his heart, but his mouth was stiff.

He pulled out his sword and said loudly: "Brothers, step aside, the sword has no eyes! Wait for me to strike, defeat this weak scholar, and let him get out of Wanjianzong!"

"Okay, I, a member of Wanjianzong, should have such courage!"

"That's right, a weak scholar who has no power to restrain a chicken dares to show off his power in Wanjianzong, he really doesn't know how to live or die!"

"Senior brother (junior brother), I am optimistic about you!"

The thin male disciple was greatly encouraged when he heard these words.

He didn't have much talent, in this sect where there are many geniuses, he thought he would be an unknown person for a lifetime, and then at a certain moment in the future, he died on the way to crusade against demons.

Never thought that there would be such a day when so many brothers from the same sect would pay attention to her!
"Leave it to me, boy, watch the sword!" Hearing a loud shout, the man raised the long sword in his hand, and swung out a stream of sword energy.

Great momentum!

However, with a clang, the moment the sword energy touched the Haotian Mirror, it could no longer move forward until it collapsed.

The pupils of the seventh-rank disciple suddenly enlarged. He had used seven or eight percent of his strength for the blow just now, but it had no effect at all!

Looking back at Qin Feng, he was secretly happy.

"The Haotian mirror I cast now can withstand the attacks of the seventh-rank warriors, it can be said that it is effortless.

Do you want to change to a sixth-grade person to try?
No, it's also possible that this guy hasn't used his full strength yet, so that's why he is like this.

Let him take a few more shots and see the situation. "

Thinking of this, Qin Feng put on Ye Wen's posture and said, "Senior brother, haven't you had enough to eat? Don't hold back, I can still hold on."

Everyone: "."

(End of this chapter)