Chapter 46 Old Mei's Swordsmanship

"Ha ha, is Xian Niang also good for on-the-spot combat?" Zhao Di asked with some suspicion.

"That's for sure! If there is a pot of immortal brew, with the old man's original drunken immortal sword formula, it may not be the opponent of this person!" Old man Mei said proudly.

Zhao Di smiled and said no words, but he didn't believe it in his heart.

Old man Mei began to praise his fairy wine fairy wine to Zhao Di again. In the mouth of old man Mei, as long as he drank his fairy wine, he could become an immortal in a day and be invincible in the world.

Zhao Di naturally dares not believe it. When an alcoholic talks about wine, he can't help but exaggerate.

Old man Mei's words, gag, seemed to deliberately relax Zhao Di's nervous mood before the war.

In the chat between the two, there have been several rounds of the test in Sendai.

Except for a match in which the monks of the two sides were evenly matched and fought for a match to separate the winner, the rest of the games showed a one-sided situation.

In the master duel, as long as there is a slight deficiency or fbreak, it can become a breakthrough for the opponent. Usually, there will be a few encounters in an instant.

Unconsciously, it was the turn of the seventh group, but only one middle-aged man in Sendai stood with a pair of double hooks and did not see his opponent.

When Zhao Di was surprised, suddenly the old man Mei patted himself on the head and exclaimed, "Isn't the old man the seventh group!"

Before he finished speaking, Mr. Mei flew to Sendai in a panic.

There are inevitably a few sneer in the crowd, and Zhao Di also smiles. It is not the first time that the old drunkard has been so confused.

"I'm sorry, I haven't drunk fairy wine for three days. I'm a little confused!" Old Mei bowed his hand to the middle-aged man and smiled.

"It turned out to be a greedy cup!" The middle-aged man looked motionless on the surface, but he couldn't help but relax slightly in his heart.

After the two of them saluted each other, the test officially began.

The middle-aged man seemed to plan to watch and then move. The double hooks staggered in front of him and did not rush to take action: and Mr. Mei also slowly sacrificed the blue water sword in his hand. He drew three completely unnecessary sword formulas in mid-air before turning the tip of the sword and gently clicked at the other party.

With a "clap", a ball of water-like sword spirit came to the middle-aged people. The speed was not fast, the power was also ordinary, and it seemed that there was no threat at all.

Most of the monks under the stage have the same face, or show a disappointed expression. Judging from this sword, this competition will not be very exciting.

Either the old man was defeated in an instant, or the strength of both sides was ordinary and the scene was dull.

The middle-aged man is very loose in his heart. Judging from the prestige of this sword, this battle is easier than he expected in advance.

He no longer hesitated, and suddenly mobilized Zhenyuan's mana to inject a large amount of fairy spirit into the double hooks in his hand.

Suddenly, a layer of cold light suddenly appeared on the double hooks, and an extremely cold force spread around. At the same time, two moon bud-like blade lights hit out like lightning, one facing the flowing water sword spirit, and the other attacking the old man Mei.

"What a strong cold field. It turns out that this person is an ice attribute skill monk. With this pair of cold moon hooks, his strength should not be underestimated!" Zhao Di's heart was so stunned that he couldn't help secretly complaining for Mr. Mei.

Old man Mei seemed to turn a blind eye to the opponent's attack. He continued to slowly manipulate the Bishui sword, and another sword spirit split out.

It is also strange to say that the terrible cold light hit the seemingly weak flowing sword spirit, and was gradually resolved by it. Although the flowing sword spirit was also split in half, it still turned into two finer streams of water and slowly surrounded the middle-aged people.

With the splitting of old man Mei's sword after sword, there are more and more flowing sword spirit, always wrapped around the middle-aged people, like a layer of increasingly condensed water curtain.

The extreme cold power of the middle-aged man seems terrible, but it can't freeze this layer of water curtain. Although the shining cold moon hook can easily cut and tear through this layer of water curtain, the latter is connected again in a moment.

At this time, not only the middle-aged people and other monks under the stage were secretly surprised, but even Zhao Di was stunned.

"The flow of water is endless! This is actually the power of a very smart law of water attributes!" Zhao Di was shocked. The power of the law of water attributes was not the field of law attached to Mr. Mei's own skills, but the power of the law of water attributes contained in the blue water sword was slowly displayed through skillful swordsmanship.

"I can't believe that this old man Mei's swordsmanship is really a little unique!" Zhao Di moved his heart and stared at every trick of the old man.

The sword spirit is continuous, and its meaning is continuous.

The fairy spirit sacrificed by the old man Mei is not in a hurry, continuous, which is in line with the original meaning of the law of water attributes.

Zhao Di was watching it with great interest. Suddenly, a young man's voice came from his ear: "The meaning of using the sword is not to pursue sharpness, not to pursue invincible power, but to give full play to the law and characteristics of the sword itself. Your partner's swordsmanship is much better than yours!"

Zhao Di looked along the voice, and it was indeed from the "Sword Saint" teenager.

"Do not pursue sharpness, do not pursue invincibility, just give full play to the law characteristics contained in the sword." Zhao Di thought about something in his heart and tasted these seemingly simple words, which gave him a great impact.

The way of swordsmanship he practiced before pursues swordsmanship and power: combining swordsmanship with divine thoughts, compressing the power of the sword into a thin or even invisible sword meaning, so as to achieve maximum lethality, sharpness, almost nothing.

However, in the mouth of the sword saint teenager, this does not seem to be the highest swordsmanship. In the fairyland of fighting with the treasure of Xuantian, the sword does not seem to fully exert the power of the sword.

"With the change of the environment and the improvement of the quality of the sword, the way of using the sword will also change greatly." Zhao Di secretly thought that his thoughts floated out of the sky in an instant.

At this time, the battle situation above Sendai was gradually reversed.

Old Mei, who was originally at a disadvantage, wrapped the middle-aged people layer by layer after showing the flowing sword spirit, wrapped the middle-aged people very domineering pair of cold moon hooks. Even if they were sharp, they were constantly consumed by this layer of water curtain, and the ice field he sacrificed could not freeze the flowing water, but was The flowing water sword spirit gradually eneroved, and finally the water curtain tightened.

At this point, everyone can see that the defeat of the middle-aged monk is only a matter of time.

However, Mr. Mei is not in a hurry to kill. He is still casting spells slowly, giving full play to the power of the law of water attributes in the blue water sword. His swordsmanship is also more and more elegant and deep from the clumstuity.

The monks under the stage dare not have any contempt for Old Mei.

Although Zhao Di stared at the match in Sendai, he had been thinking about the true meaning of swordsmanship in his heart, and suddenly seemed to have some feelings.

As for when the old man Mei won the test and when he changed to the test of other monks, Zhao Di actually wandered outside and didn't notice it at all.

I don't know how long it took, Old Mei suddenly said to Zhao Di, "Zhao Daoyou, it's your turn!"

Zhao Di was "awakened" by these words. Only then did he find that the sword saint teenager had appeared on Sendai and was looking at himself with a smile with a provocative and contemptuous look.

Zhao Di sighed, shook his body slightly, floated to Sendai, and slowly fell in front of the teenager.

"If you give up and directly exit the fairyland, you can not lose some thoughts." The teenager said coldly.

"At the cost of losing some divine thoughts, it's worth it to compete with the sword saint's Taoist friends!" Zhao Di smiled faintly, and his words were neither humble nor arrogant.

The teenager nodded and said, "You still have an unyielding ambition. It's good. At least it means that you still have a chance to make it."

"However, at the time of the test, it is far from enough to be full of ambition. Everything speaks with strength!"

After the teenager snorted coldly, he took the initiative to salute Zhao Di.

Zhao Di hurriedly returned the gift, and then the two of them coincidentally floated back more than a thousand feet away, and the test was about to begin.

"Let's get out of the sword!" The teenager said to Zhao Di that he stepped on the wind sword and floated in the air motionless.

Generally speaking, the competition between monks with obvious differences in strength is that the party with slightly inferior strength takes the lead in attacking, which is also regarded as a kind of respect.

Of course, these are all rules for competition in public. No one will pay attention to the real life-and-death war.

"Yes!" Zhao Di held the sword in front of him, held a sword salute, and then slowly pointed the tip of the sword at the other party.

"Between these two people, it's quite polite." Old Mei frowned and seemed to be very worried about Zhao Di. Judging from his look, it seemed that this was not just a life-and-death competition in the fairyland.

"Go!" Zhao Di shouted softly, and the five elements sword in his hand was empty. In silence, an invisible sword came out of the air, and suddenly tore open the void in front of the teenager.

"Oh, I don't see you for two days, but you have made some progress!" The teenager was quite surprised, but he did not panic at all.

There was no movement of the teenager, and the wind sword under his feet only trembled slightly.

Suddenly, a space crack tore in front of him, and he happened to meet Zhao Di's invisible sword.

With a loud bang, the sword spirit splashed everywhere, and countless cracks were broken in the void.

Although these space cracks were repaired in the blink of an eye, the power of this confrontation revealed some.

The monks under the stage suddenly cheered up. Obviously, they are likely to wait for another wonderful duel.

The sword moves of both of them are invisible and intangible, instantaneous, but the power is terrible. For other monks who also hold swords, it is definitely a war that cannot be lost.

"Yes, you have made some progress. But if you can only make a sword, you are definitely not the opponent of this swordsman!" The teenager said proudly, and the wind sword under his feet began to tremble again...