Chapter 173 Lord Yuan farted on the spot

Su Minghai still had several forged swords scraped from Cangshan, but most of them were thrown away in Wanxiu Mountain, and the rest were sold to Bai'an Tower. Besides, the magician is full of blood refining soldiers. How can he bring a hundred forged swords? When Yuan Fengrong said this, Su Minghai naturally could only borrow a long sword to fight, and Yuanfeng Rong first agreed to compete with swordsmanship, and even other means could not be used. It was clear that he wanted to take advantage of Su Minghai. Many high-level soldiers next to him also felt that Su Minghai was a little at a loss, but it was difficult for the magician to say anything to the eighth-level warrior.

However, although Su Minghai does not have a long sword, he is very familiar with it in the hands of others.

"Brother Zhao, please borrow your blade!"

Zhao Hongzhi handed over the long sword around his waist with a smile: "Ha ha, Brother Su fought with this blade today. I will be much more expensive in the future!"

Zhao Hongzhi's long sword was obtained from Wu Guanlun's home in Yun'e County on that day. At that time, Zhao Hongzhi's two Wudang swordsmanship was taught along the road. Su Minghai used this long sword, so he also kept it for many days. During this period, he had to give guidance, so he barely used it.

Su Minghai drew his sword forward, and his clothes fluctuated slightly in the night wind. His expression was indifferent and looked extremely ordinary.

"Lord Yuan, please!"

Since this decisive battle is to be seen by all the 1,500 soldiers below, it will naturally be carried out in front of the stage. Yuan Fengrong walked to the front and raised his sword: "Lord Su, please give me some advice!"

When this sword was shaken, everyone saw seven or eight bright electric lights flashing in front of them. The swordsmanship called "thousand swords" is not really able to draw hundreds of swords at the same time. With such a vibration in his hand, seven or eight sword lights can appear, which is already a great ability.

The 1,500 soldiers under the stage are all elites of each county, all of whom have some vision. Even those who have no eyesight can't help shouting the word "good" when they see such dazzling swordsmanship. Suddenly, in the school yard, the sound of thunder shocked the sky. Su Minghai dragged the long sword obliquely to the ground, and the man looked thin and weak, but inconspicuous.

Su Minghai saw that his posture was earth-shaking, so he had no choice but to hold his sword and point forward diagonally. However, this style is not only crooked and powerless, but also Su Minghai's shoulders are up, his elbows are down, his forearm is tilted to the left, and his long sword is slanted outward. You can't hit the wrist and elbow, you can't hit the shoulder, you can't retreat by hitting the shoulder, and I don't know how many flaws there are in your whole body. On the contrary, the boos under the stage went up and down. Fortunately, most people just saw the power of Su Minghai's arrow and couldn't help but want to see what was going on, so they didn't make a big deal out.

The opposite Yuanfeng Rong also frowned and saw Su Minghai putting on a flawed shelf, and he didn't take action at all. He secretly said, "Is it that this boy just practiced outstanding in that useless archery, and his swordsmanship is ordinary - that's right. He only came out of his mother's womb for 167 years. I just saw that his kung fu on his legs is also amazing, and there is no kung fu to practice swordsmanship. Well, this boy is also a genius. I can't hurt him and make a fool of him!"

With such a turn, the long sword in Yuanfeng Rong's hand shook left and right, cutting out 17 silver bright flashes, and then the tip of the sword turned to the middle, adding seven or eight cold light. These more than 20 sword lights are crisscrossed, and the sword spirit has stirred up a land of wind and cranes between the two. However, Yuanfeng Rong did not stop and shot four times between the lightning and flint. Even at this time, the original more than 20 sword lights were still in the human eye, and with the dozens of electric lights formed by these four swords, it was really like 70 or 80 swords split out at the same time. Many sword lights hovered like dragons, occasionally staggered, unexpectedly sounding, and really as strong as a golden wind.

After all, it's the second half of the night. Even if the surrounding torches are bright, it's really beautiful to see these dozens of silver lights shining in the middle of the night. The people under the stage became more and more crazy, and they shouted hoarsely. Yuanfeng Rong is an eight-level soldier with profound strength. The wind roars and is sharp and high in this sword net, but it also vaguely covers the deafening cheers under the stage.

Su Minghai smiled endlessly, and the flawed posture was still the same. Seeing Yuanfeng Rong's momentum, his left leg retreated, and he actually took a step back.

This "thousand sword" swordsmanship is the unique ability of Chunyu Qingzheng, a magician for many years. Not only every move, but also more than a dozen silver lights twinkle, and the swords roar harshly, dazzling, which can make people involuntarily misjudge the situation and be timid. And it's not good-looking. In every sword light, there is still the strong energy contained, which can make a sharp and unpleasant sound of gold and iron.

Yuanfeng Rong was a little timid when he saw Su Minghai retreat and saw his sword light. In the end, his swordsmanship is actually not to be quick, but to suppress people with momentum. As long as the other party takes a step back, he has to step back and has to stick to this round of sword spirit until he recovers his hand to have a chance to counterattack. Therefore, he immediately took a step forward, and one hand was so fast that he couldn't even see the shadow. Twenty-two swords rushed to Su Minghai.

But at this time, Su Minghai suddenly pulled the long sword in his hand obliquely, moved the tip of the sword three inches, and stopped there again. He was stunned by surprise.

At this time, Yuan Fengrong had 22 sword lights rushed up, covering Su Minghai's whole upper body--

The 1,500 soldiers under the stage couldn't help screaming "oops" almost at the same time.

At this time, the stage also shouted "Ouch" and the sword light restrained. When everyone looked at it quickly, they found that Su Minghai seemed to be fine. On the contrary, Yuan Fengrong's face turned purple and shouted and took a step back.

Strange! Under such a dense sword light, how could this teenager not even break his clothes, but Yuan Fengrong took a step back? When everyone was stunned, they saw Su Minghai move slowly again and took a step forward carefully and lazily. The sword in his hand twisted and moved three inches obliquely.

Everyone didn't know what was going on just now, but now they can see clearly - Yuan Fengrong shouted again, two swords in a row, the sword light flashed in the night sky, and fifteen silver trajectories roared and flashed for a long time, but at this time, Su Minghai's sword tip has also moved three inches away...

These situations are really strange. The Yuanfeng Rongming made the sword light as fast as riding the wind and lightning. Su Minghai's posture is lazy, and the sword is as slow as a snail. Even the direction of several forged textures on the sword can be seen clearly. But when Yuanfeng Rong's sword light arrived at the position, Su Minghai's sword tip also moved to the position - like a fast horse was about to roar, as fast as lightning, running a hundred feet, and finally reaching the end, he saw a snail next to the end, stretched out and moved an inch slowly, already waiting for others there. General.

Yuanfeng Rong saw that Su Minghai pointed the tip of the sword to his wrist with one sword. If he didn't stop, he had to cut off half of his wrist, shouted again, and jumped back, and the light of the sword suddenly converge.

Su Minghai took another step with a smile, and the tip of the sword moved slowly...

Yuanfeng Rong changed his attack position this time, shouted again, 16 cold lights, and rushed to Su Minghai's left shoulder. But in an instant, there was another shout and jumped back, and a face turned purple and black.

So Su Minghai further issued a sword. As if nothing had happened and his posture was lazy, Yuan Fengrong took a step back to be fifteen or sixteen sword lights, very nervous and his face turned red. Everyone under the stage also saw Lord Yuan's embarrassment.

In fact, Yuanfeng Rong has not thought of changing moves, and Su Minghai has never been too forced. Every progress is dominated by Yuanfeng Rong and defended by himself. However, Yuanfeng Rong attacked seven times, but retreated seven steps on the stage. Every time the internal force surged, it forced people back with a sword. Slowly, I felt that a sense of evil between my chest and abdomen could not be exhaled, and it was really uncomfortable. Finally, at the eighth attack, I had no choice but to jump back. The inner strength rolled and was suppressed by him, but the bottom could no longer be kept. Bu--" released a loud and fart.