Chapter 59: Broken Sword

In the morning of the second day, Feng Kui pinched the time to come to the square. The disciples standing on the scene were half less than yesterday. The atmosphere became more indifferent. The closer they were to success, the more defensive they were. Few of the 59 people had a light smile on their faces like yesterday. Feng Kui's eyes swept over these people, and some unexpectedly found that Mu Feifan was on the list. His location was clearly No. 58.

At this time, the deacon elder had stepped in front of everyone, cleared his voice slightly, and said in a high voice, "You good talents, show the number plate. Adhering to fairness, the people who were empty yesterday fought against No. 1 first, and the rest of them chose the method of choosing their opponents, which was the same as yesterday. If you have no objection, please come on the stage!" Everyone sang promises and retreated one after another. The number was in front of them according to their respective positions and boarded the ring. Because of the confrontation between No. 1 and No. 59, Feng Kui's opponent was Lu Zhuang as expected yesterday.

The two jumped into the ring and stood in their respective directions. As early as a few days ago, Feng Kui experienced the shrewd wit of the road and was quite cautious. The two were far apart, hugging each other slightly and saying hello. Lu Zhuang suddenly said, "Although I didn't see how you won yesterday, your kendo is really not bad. But if you want to beat me, I'm afraid it's a little worse!"

Feng Kui smiled and sacrificed Dongxia in his hand. He said calmly, "Brother Lu Zhuang, please don't hesitate to teach me!" But it doesn't shake the heartstrings of Lu Zhuang's words.

Lu Zhuang smiled and said, "You actually recognize me, so careful!" Lu Zhuang was not surprised why Feng Kui knew him. He thought that Lu Zhuang was also a famous person in the inner door. There were many people who knew him. At that time, he shouted, he sacrificed a glass-like translucent flying sword, glowing blue light, and a sword spirit came straight into the wind.

"Ozawa's sword spirit!"

Feng Kui secretly praised that Lu Zhuang's kendo fruit is the breadth of Daze, the impermanence of flowing water, both offensive and defensive, not only atmospheric but also varied. At present, the sword greeted each other, and the tip of Dongxia's sword spit out a sword spirit, which was full of Zhenyuan, and immediately disintegrated Lu Zhuang's sword gas. Lu Zhuang laughed, and the sword moves changed. It turned round. The flying sword bloomed brightly, like a cloud and a water mist. With the shaking of the tip of the sword, the brilliance suddenly changed into a small and dense sword spirit, like the wind and drizzle, floating in the air and pressing towards the wind.

"Yunyu swordsmanship?!"

Feng Kui shouted softly, Dongxia sounded more and more, and her body shook. She changed several directions in an instant. Dozens of sword spirit was spit out on the tip of the sword, and it floated out lightly. At first glance, it looked like a few fallen leaves in the evening wind and drizzle, and slowly fell down, full of the strong drizzle of the road, all resisting it. Lu Zhuang was slightly surprised and hummed, "Sure enough, I left a back hand, but I didn't do my best last time!"

Feng Kui smiled indifferently and said, "Isn't Brother Lu the same?" He pushed forward with his sword and approached the road. The sword spirit flew one by one. He seemed to be caged to the road as if he was aimless. In fact, the sword spirit was tight and fierce. Lu Zhuang shouted, and the flying sword in his hand danced. He hurriedly touched the void in front of him. The sword spirit was like a star, shooting forward. The speed was extremely fast, and the number of growth was also extremely terrible. This little sword spirit hits, like a rainstorm. No matter how you cover it, it will make you wet. Feng Kui's momentum of jumping forward was blocked and stopped. He had to resist the complex sword spirit. His feet moved, which was quite exquisite. While leading the sword to block, he moved to dodge, but he still could not avoid it. The corners of the robe were pierced several places, and a sword spirit rubbed his arms and scratched his skin, which surprised Feng Kui's heart. It is expected that the time for Lu Zhuang to immerse ** Kendo will certainly not be short, much better than the character he has just entered. He should pay attention to his flying sword, otherwise it is quite tricky to win.

Lu Zhuang's pure rainstorm sword spirit failed to cause substantial damage to Feng Kui Shou, which surprised Lu Zhuang. He really didn't expect Feng Kui Shou's skills to be so agile that under the obstruction of Teng Moge almost completely turned away his sword moves. At present, he pushed forward with his sword, rushed to Feng Kui's head and shouted, "You lost!" The sword moves change again and again, endlessly, and it is simply impenetrable.

Feng Kui smiled and shouted, "Don't play tricks! You can't help me." The same sword rushed away. At this time, Lu Zhuang's sword move was old. A sword was cut out, and the sword spirit shot out, like a waterfall, rushing towards the head of the wind, continuous, and I didn't know the extreme. There have been too many changes in the water. Feng Kui first knew that this sword was unusual. Even if he shook it hard, he could not take advantage of it, and he was afraid he would suffer losses. At present, he looked solemn, holding Dongxia dancing fiercely, the tip of the sword trembled, and a sword-shaped sword flew out. This time, Dongxia made this move, and Feng Kui suddenly felt that his whole body was condensed, and most of them were suddenly pulled away. The feeling of weakness was very uncomfortable. Jianyi was free and free, and he came and went freely. Feng Kui's first sword spirit was stimulated by Dongxia. He passed through the strong waterfall sword moves on the road, and was commanded by Feng Kui's head and rushed straight to the road to strengthen his chest. Lu was shocked. Unexpectedly, the sword was so fierce that it passed through his sword spirit and was as if it were nothing. That day, he fought against people and failed to see Feng Kui's first move, otherwise he would have been prepared. Immediately, Lu Zhuang's sword spirit rolled back and wanted to resist the strong sword of the wind. Feng Kui shouted violently. How could he give him a chance? His body suddenly rushed forward, and Zunlong's anger started brazenly. Dongxia in his hand was full of countless real yuan, and the road glowed like the morning glow, and the awe-inspiring momentum rushed straight to the road.

Lu Zhuang was really old and spicy. Although he was surprised, he did not panic. First, he carried the sword to resolve the sword spirit of Feng Kui's head, and then he turned around with a sword and cut it to Feng Kui's head. Seeing this, Feng Kui couldn't help but be happy and secretly said, "Your sword is over!" Ding, with a sound, Lu Zhuang was pushed back by the strong force. Feng Kui relied on the strength of Zunlong's anger, as safe as before. At present, he straightened the sword forward, and the sword spirit exploded and covered Lu Zhuang. Lu Zhuang had no time to make Zhen Jiang. He waved his sword to resist. After three crisp sounds, he only heard Lu Zhuang shouting in great pain: "My sword!" Feng Kui took his sword and came back, only to see that Lu Zhuang's flying sword had been cut into two and could not be used again.

Lu Zhuang picked up the broken sword on the ground and held it in his arms. His eyes were sad. He looked at the broken sword, then looked at Feng Kui's head and said with a sullen expression, "I wanted to rely on the divine soldier and bully you. I didn't think your blade was better than you! Water blue, you have been with me for many years, but I didn't expect it to be destroyed today..." Lu Zhuang cherished his magic weapon water blue flying sword made of exquisite crystal. Today, it was destroyed, his heart was like a knife, and there was no sense of war. At present, he looked bleak and lonely. He silently held the broken sword water blue, jumped off the ring and left.

Looking at Lu Zhuang's distant figure, Feng Kui was a little unbearable and sighed, "Maybe I shouldn't be like this. I can see that Lu Zhuang has feelings for the water blue. His Daze sword spirit cooperates with water blue, and his combat effectiveness has doubled, which really complements each other! Lu Zhuang is quite aware of current affairs. He knows that the water blue has been destroyed, and he is no longer my opponent. Unfortunately, his sword spirit is not yet ready, otherwise he would not only rely on the power of the divine soldiers!"

After a little meditation, Feng Kui jumped off the ring, took the jade card handed over by the deacon elder, and regained the number one, but he didn't feel much in his heart. Suffering from gains and losses, Lu Zhuang was defeated in this battle, and he did not gain anything. He figured out what to do. Feng Kui first stepped to Xiao Liuzi and Ying'er and watched the battle in each ring together.

Zhu Xiaoliu suddenly pulled the sleeve of Feng Kui's head and said strangely, "Brother Feng's magic soldier is really powerful! But if you cut off Lu Zhuang's water blue, I'm afraid things are not good!"

Feng Kui was surprised and said, "What's wrong? If you fight with people on the ring, you should have the awareness of the consequences!"

Zhu Xiaoliu shook his head and sighed, "Brother Feng doesn't know anything about this water blue, but the heirloom of the Lu family is a sealed sword. If you destroy it like this, how can the Lu family give up?!"

"Is there anything like this?"

When I heard about Feng Kui, I didn't expect that Shuilan was like Dongxia, and he was also a sealed magic soldier. Of course, he knew that it was not an ordinary treasure. He felt a little bad in his heart, but there was no countermeasure for a while. While thinking in his heart, he suddenly realized that Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were not good, and Feng Kui couldn't help sighing. Ye Zhiqiu saw Feng Kui's first consciousness, but he walked step by step in front of Feng Kui's head, looked up and down a few times, and said coldly, "Who are you? Why have I never seen you before?"

Feng Kui first heard the tone of the listener, which was quite unkind. He knew that Ye Zhiqiu and Lu Zhuang had a good relationship, but he couldn't stand such a tone. At that moment, he said calmly, "If you have any intention, just say it directly!" I won't change my surname or change my name. Feng Kui, an ordinary disciple in the inner door.

Ye Zhiqiu nodded and said, "Feng Kui Shou! Very good. I, Ye Zhiqiu, wrote it down. Originally, I wanted to talk to you about my brother's sword, but now it seems that there is no need to talk about it. How about we meet in the ring?

Feng Kui smiled and said, "If you don't talk about it, don't talk about it. Let's talk about it in the ring. It's very good, very good!"

Ye Zhiqiu turned around and left. When Ye Zhiqiu went far away, Zhu Xiaoliu said nervously, "Brother Feng, Ye Zhiqiu is not going to deal with you, is he?"

Feng Kui sighed and said, "He wants to bully me!" It's a pity that it didn't work."

"Hmm?" Zhu Xiaoliu is quite puzzled.

"He approached me at that time to test my cultivation, but unfortunately I saw through it. This city is very popular. I think he has coveted my sword. If it weren't for my ability, he would have to rob it. Unfortunately, he tried, but I let him get nothing, so he had to go back. The wind said slowly.

Zhu Xiaoliu said, "It's hard to have a smile on your face. This time I saw you, my face was cold, and I really couldn't get along with you. None of these powerful figures in the inner gate is a human spirit and has no intention. No matter how high their cultivation is, they will not be as good as they are. There is a decisive Sun Chong in the sect, who has a long-term foothold, which is already a different number.

Feng Kui nodded his first to agree, but he was thinking that only by practicing like Sun Chong can he achieve great achievements. I'm afraid this is also a reason why Sun Chong can stay in the sect despite committing many true disciples.

At this time, another victory was decided on the court. It turned out that No. 59 defeated No. 1 and won the No. 2 jade card. When Feng Kui thought about it, a smile appeared on his face and glanced at Mu Feifan, who was empty in this round, with a meaningful expression. Zhu Xiaoliu, who was beside him, immediately met and said with a smile, "Brother Feng, is there a feeling that the enemy's road is narrow?! Do you think about how to deal with him?"

Feng Kui grinned and said, "How can I deal with him!" At most, just show him some color!"

The shadow beside him glanced at Feng Kui's head, couldn't help rolling his eyes and laughing, "Brother Feng is really good at talking!"

Feng Kui smiled faintly and said, "This is hypocrisy!"

Zhu Xiaoliu and Ying'er suddenly became dumb and couldn't help laughing.

The three watched the battle together and did not leave until the end.

In this day's decisive battle, a total of 30 people entered the next round. Mu Feifan's round was empty, and the next round will fight against Feng Kui, who holds the No. 1 jade card. Mu Feifan was also aware of this. When watching the test, he glanced at Feng Kui's head from time to time. His eyes were quite bad. He also had ideas in his heart and wanted to show Feng Kui's head a little color. When two people who hate each other meet, it depends on whose color is more eye-catching, which has become an inevitable battle.