Chapter 30 Borrowing the Sword

"Since he is not dead..."

Liang Xiangling's face was solemn, and her apricot eyes were full of cold light. She quickly walked to Liu Changfeng, raised the ice spirit cold light sword in her hand and stood on his shoulder. She said coldly, "Don't talk nonsense. Come on stage quickly to compete with me. Don't you want to teach people a lesson?"

Looking at her expression, she is bound to teach these fellows who casually use swords to hurt people.

The cold air in Liang Xiangling's eyes made Liu Changfeng timid. Seeing Liu Changfeng's eyes avoiding her, he turned his eyes to Yan Ji on the sword fighting platform and said, "This boy hurt my fifth brother like this!" In the second game, I should replace the fifth brother to compete with him!"

After Liu Changfeng, Lu Yunshuang quietly left and should have moved the rescue soldiers back for reinforcements.

"You are such a timid person. You know that my brother's cultivation is not as good as you, but you have to compare with him. If you have the ability, come to me!" Liang Xiangling resolutely shouted at him and was about to teach him a lesson.

"Brother Liu, I think that brother's cultivation is not low. I'm afraid that the speed at which he flew to the ring with the wind just now can catch up with your eldest brother Liu Changge, and he can beat your five brothers half to death with one punch. I'm afraid he can fight with you. Are you sure you want to compete with him? Ask that brother if he will be afraid of you.

Changqingzi pointed to Yan Ji on the sword fighting platform and saw that he was still looking at Sun Changao, who was covered with blood under the ring, and kept thinking, "Will you want me to pay for my life?"

Zhou Ruohan now understands what is happening in front of her. The young man in blue in front of her failed to kill her in order to protect her (she also thought that Sun Changao was killed by Yan Ji). Zhou Ruohan only looked at Yan Ji in a stunned way. He wanted to speak but couldn't say it. The words in his heart seemed to be blocked by a heat pressure and could not be told.

"He actually killed people to save me..."

"He's so stupid..."

If it hadn't been in front of people, she seemed to cry.

"Brother, you don't have to pay for his life. He is not dead! Don't worry." Liang Xiangling reminded Yan Ji.

"Isn't it dead?" Yan Ji's ups and downs finally calmed down. He remembered that he was injured by Lu Yunshuang and his party two years ago, and he didn't see Lu Yunshuang's arms and legs. He thought it would be fine for him to beat him half to death.

But when he saw Yan Ji shouting righteously at Liu Changfeng under the ring, "Hey! Your fifth brother was so shameless that he actually attacked my sister from behind. He deserved it when I hit him. If he really hurt my sister, I would have punched him to death. Don't you like me? Just now, you actually wanted to kill me. Come to the sword fighting platform quickly and see if I can punch you like the half-dead man below!"

If he said something else, he not only angered Liu Changfeng, but also Liang Xiangling felt that he was too arrogant and said to himself, "When he became so bold, I will let Liu Changfeng compare with him and grind his spirit! Let's see if he will be so thick in the future!"

"That's good! Let you go and compare with my brother!" Liang Xiangling pulled out the scabbard of the cold light sword and threw it to the fighting platform.

Yan Ji then raised the cold light sword, raised it casually, and said to Liu Changfeng, "Come on! I'm going to teach your brothers a lesson today.

The cold light sword exudes bone-coolness and spreads into the palm of Yan Ji's hand. When he held the sword, he suddenly had an idea: "If you sleep with this sword in summer, it must be very cool. The senior sister's sword is really useful."

"Brother! Be careful. If you feel that you can't beat it, you will admit defeat. Don't hurt yourself!"

Zhou Ruohan's gentle voice echoed in Yan Ji's ear. It was not until she stepped down from the ring that Yan Ji came out of her beautiful voice and laughed and said, "Sister, she cares about me, and she actually cares about me!"

"Hey! Do you want to compare or not? What have you been laughing over there?

At this moment, Liu Changfeng's voice is so unpleasant in Yan Ji's ears, as annoying as a noise.

"What are you shouting about! What are you shouting for?

Yan Ji did not stand a sword to salute him, but swung the ice cold light sword and cut it at him. The posture of his sword was extremely ugly. The onlookers under the stage saw a "huh" one after another, and they could not see which sword was the starting style of the thirty-six swords of imperial kendo.

Liu Changfeng didn't expect to hit Yan Ji, and the fairy sword in his hand did not have time to get out of its sheath, so he had to lift the scabbard to block the sword.

"Zhang!"

A crisp echo echoed on the stage.

When the two swords intersect, Yan Ji suddenly felt a burst of numbness in his arms, and his body was shaken back two steps. Liu Changfeng has been practicing Taoism with his master Guangyun since he was a child. He has made some achievements, and his cultivation is by no means a decoration.

"Hang!"

When Yan Ji retreated, Liu Changfeng pulled out the fairy sword in his hand, with a silver-white sword body and a cold light.

The "true" fairy sword suddenly got out of hand and rose to the sky in mid-air, like a silver-white lightning, falling from Yan Ji's head.

"What's the fear of swordsmanship!"

Yan Ji subconsciously glanced at his left hand and suddenly said two words in astonishment: "The scabbard!"

In the face of Liu Changfeng's imperial swordsmanship, Yan Ji couldn't help but think of the "endless life" of controlling swordsmanship. When he subconsciously raised the scabbard, he found that his hand was empty. It turned out that Liang Xiangling did not give him the scabbard with him when he borrowed his fairy sword.

Yan Ji hurriedly dodged the flying Zhengang fairy sword and shouted to Liang Xiangling under the ring: "The scabbard!"

As soon as he said the word "ah", the silver shining sword attacked him again, so he dodged again with the wind. During the two years of Yan Ji's retreat, when he practiced the first four swords of Cangyun's six swords countless times, and the imperial footwork mixed with the moves were also extremely skillful, and he could easily avoid Liu Changfeng's flying sword.

At this moment, Yan Ji's mind is full of the shadow of "life in a desperate place". For a moment, he forgot to use the set of moveless swordsmanship he came up with, thinking that as long as he gets a scabbard, he can win. So he dodged and asked Liang Xiangling for the scabbard.

I only heard Yan Ji's voice intermittently from the sword fighting platform: "Master... sister... throw it quickly... come up the sword... the scabbard... it's too late... throw it on... come on... come on"

This intermittent shouting, no one can understand it except himself. Liang Xiangling only heard words such as "Come on, come on" and thought he was asking him to help. He snorted coldly and said to Zhou Ruohan, "Your brother is really shameful. At the beginning, he couldn't help but fight at others. If he couldn't beat him, he asked me for help. Listen to his 'teacher' and 'sister' calls."

Hearing Zhou Ruohan's "ah", he looked extremely panicked and said, "Then go and help my brother, or I'll go!"

Liang Xiangling pressed her shoulder and said solemnly, "Don't go yet, pretend not to hear it, let him suffer a little, and see if he will dare to be arrogant and complacent in the future! I have already said that he would reveal his original shape as soon as he went to the sword fighting platform.

All the onlookers under the stage frowned and whispered, "What does this man want to say?"

Chang Qingzi was also confused by Yan Ji's behavior and asked his younger brother Chang Songzi, "I think he is fascinated by the use of Yu Fengxing. Liu Changfeng's swordsmanship can't hurt him at all. He can find a great opportunity to counterattack. Why does he seem to be asking for help? Could it be that he has only practiced the windwalking over the years and can't do anything else?

Changsongzi shook his head and said, "I don't think he can hurt Sun Chang'ao half of his life with one punch. His cultivation is no longer under Sun Chang'ao," he said. Nagamatsuko frowned: "I listened vaguely, as if I was going to throw something into the ring?"

"Throw something into the ring?" Chang Qingzi said puzzled, "Have you forgotten what magic weapon is under the ring?"

Liang Xiangling and Zhou Ruohan blushed when they heard this, and only heard Liang Xiangling mutter, "This stinky boy is going to throw me up to rescue!"

Zhou Ruohan looked anxious and pulled the corner of Liang Xiangling's clothes and said, "Sister, I really can't stand it anymore. Why don't you go up and help?"

Liang Xiangling said coldly, "Don't worry. I think he looks very well and runs very fast. It seems that he has practiced well in the past two years. Let's see how long he can run!"

Yan Ji's speed of controlling the imperial style of walking was beyond Liu Changfeng's imagination. The flying sword in his hand could not attack him at all. He was so anxious that he couldn't help asking Yan Ji, "Are you comparable? If you run around like you, you won't be able to tell the winner tomorrow!"

The onlookers under the stage also found it boring and said one after another, "That's right! Can you compare? What do you always shout under the ring?

Only then did Yan Ji find that his practice had aroused public anger. When he remembered that his master had said that he should not use the six swords of Cangyun at will, he stopped and wanted to fight back with that set of martial arts.

The cold light of the cold light of the sword flashed and flew away to Liu Changfeng's throat!

"How despicable! I can't help but fight!" Liu Changfeng shouted and sacrificed the fairy sword "true" to welcome him.

Only heard a loud "rumbling" sound, and the silver-white shining Zhengang fairy sword collided with each other. For a moment, the ice crystals scattered and flew down on the stage. The two flying swords were deadlocked in mid-air, centered on the two flying swords, stirring a chill and dissipating around.

After the cold breath brushed, a layer of frost crystals appeared on the table of the sword fighting platform. Liu Changfeng couldn't help but praise it: "The ice cold light sword ranked seventh among the top ten famous swords is really powerful!"

Liu Changfeng crossed his chest and shouted, "Break!" The fire behind him was full of fire. With his hands, the fire in the sky rushed to Yan Ji like a mountain torrent.

Before the firelight went to the ice cold light sword, it was blocked by a cold light and made a "sizzling" sound. Even so, Yan Ji could also detect the bursts of heat waves coming towards him through the ice and cold lightsaber.

If it hadn't been for this ice fairy sword "Ice Cold Light Sword" to block Liu Changfeng's fire, I'm afraid he would have been cooked by the blazing flames.

Yan Ji's right-hand sword formula drove the ice soul cold light sword to fly up quickly, and the burning firelight and the true fairy sword lost their resistance, and they wanted to swallow Yan Ji like a mountain torrent.

Under the stage, Liang Xiangling frowned and whispered, "Brother, he doesn't know how to condense ice. He can't sacrifice an ice wall to block fire, I'm afraid..."

"Wait!" Chang Songzi shouted to Liang Xiangling: "Sister Liang might as well stay. Everyone has seen the style of her brother's imperial style. Even if he doesn't know ice, he can escape from the sea of fire in the blink of an eye. If not, why did he take back the cold light sword and let the sea of fire rush?"

Changqingzi also smiled and said, "My brother's judgment has always been very accurate, and in the stands."