Chapter 58: Practice Sword

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The first assessment of the whole day blocked the way for countless inner disciples to be promoted to true disciples. Feng Kui first saw too many gloomy faces, heard too many unwilling sighs, and many persistent eyes. Zhu Xiaoliu and Yinger failed to break the sword curtain in the end, but Han Yu's success was as expected. There are only 100 people who have won the jade card, and more than 10 of them have failed to break the sword curtain, but these people have extraordinary views on kendo, and their sword spirit is extraordinary. They are all rare sword species. They are all immortal talents in practicing kendo, which is indisputable.

It was night, Feng Kui held Dongxia in his arms, played for a long time, and experienced the sword spirit that had just been practiced into a wisp. With the will of sword, since then, he has had his own unique will and style in his swordsmanship, which is the first step out of his swordsmanship. Tomorrow, we will pedal the arena and fight swords with people. It should be the time for Feng Kui to prove the swordsmanship and emerge.

In the morning of the second day, Feng Kui stepped out of the attic, looked at the oriental glow from afar, picked a wisp of purple gas into his eyes, and went to the square leisurely. Zhu Xiaoliu and Yinger arrived soon after and came to cheer for Feng Kui. Feng Kui was moved by his heart. It is a blessing in life to have such a friend. Looking up, the eight arenas are firmly sitting on the square. They are solemn and solemn. The morning breeze blows by, and there is a faint sense of killing. There is quite a sense of [battlefield]. I'm afraid that on this arena, there are also life and death fighting!

With a shout, the person holding the jade card walked into the square. Although countless inner disciples were defeated, there were many people who came to watch the war, and most of them came to witness their demeanor. Inside the inner door, those who can break the sword curtain of Dachuan are extraordinary people. Many of them are extraordinary. Of course, it is worth learning, not to mention a fierce battle.

More than 100 people left the crowd, far away from the floating fairy king and a group of elders sitting high, waiting for the deacon elders to order, choose their opponents, and start a fight. Feng Kui swept through the corners of his eyes and found that most of them were strange faces, with irregular old and young. The older ones were over 30 years old, and the young ones were only in the age of their hair. After a while, a deacon elder stepped into the field and raised his voice, "Light up your jade cards, and the number of people next to each other is against each other, such as No. 1 and No. 2, No. 3 and No. 4, and the person who finally fell single will advance to the next round. You are sure to identify the number and prepare to show your skills. Without saying much, there was no word at all. After saying that, he led the first 16 people to the eight ring and sent a master to supervise the battle. With an order, it began.

Feng Kui looked at his opponent and smiled: "It's really not a little muddy. It's only half a minute, and the war is about to start!" During this time, the two did not do it immediately, holding each other's etiquette and slightly salute. After greeting, Feng Kui slowly put away the smile on his face and turned serious. Instead of sacrificing Dongxia at the first time, he pulled out a flying sword at will and looked at his opponent. Feng Kui's opponent No. 2 is a man in his 20s. He is thin and sacrifices an ancient sword with pine patterns. This sword is simple and restrained, and you will know that it is extraordinary at first sight. Feng Kui's head vaguely remembered that this person broke the Dachuan sword curtain yesterday, relying on this sword, a sword spirit, like a long rainbow through the sky, straight through the sword curtain.

"Be careful!"

Bothe two are well prepared and quite kind. No. 2 shouted and attacked with a sword. The two have not yet achieved their swordsmanship, and they dare not ask the imperial sword to attack far away. In this way, they will lose the opportunity, so both of them hold their own swords, shake out a sword flower, and attack each other. Feng Kui's wrist trembled, and his body was full of Zhenyuan. A sword spirit came out. He was as free as a wild crane. He seemed to do nothing, but how could he know that he could do nothing?! The momentum of No. 2 sword also changed, and a vast sword spirit shot out, facing the seemingly inadvertent sword spirit of Feng Kui's head, which was indibatable. The two met their opponents, and their fighting spirit gradually rose. They danced swords against each other and fought against each other, but they still didn't see the high score. Feng Kui's first sword fight is getting better, and the pace under his feet is gradually mysterious. The sword moves in his hand are more and more casual, but more exquisite. The integration of the sword is more harmonious, and the combination of sword spirit and sword meaning is closer and gradually becoming more exquisite.

The more he fought, the more shocked he became. He gradually found that it was not good. At that moment, he shouted coldly, "You are actually practicing sword moves. Do you look down on me so much?! ..."

No. 2 was angry, and the sword suddenly changed. Suddenly, the atmosphere was like a gathering of wind and clouds, and the momentum was like a mountain rain. Above the ancient sword, the real sword is turbulent, and the sword spirit is like a dragon, rushing straight to the head of the wind, continuous, almost covering the head of the wind, which can be said to be powerful.

Feng Kui felt that the pressure increased, but it was not tight. At present, he shouted, and the pace under his feet were as if he was lost. He danced his flying swords like a scroll to paint, pointing out the rivers and mountains, walking only, suddenly like climbing mountains, suddenly like afar into Daze, the sword moves change, the sword spirit is stimulated, changing all the time, sometimes as soft as spring water, sometimes as strong as a mountain, unexpectedly It is to block all the sword spirit of No. 2. Feng Kui has been addicted to it, as if he is wandering in the sky, nowhere to go, nowhere to go, free and unobstructed, without obstacles. This feeling is really wonderful.

No. 2 was even more angry. Seeing that there were more than a hundred fights, he still couldn't get the wind. The wind's head shrouded in the sword spirit was like walking leisurely. A ordinary flying sword in his hand was fast and slow, and the sword breath swallowed, which resisted all his sword spirit. Feng Kui's behavior only resisted and did not counterattack. In the eyes of No. 2, he was already arrogant and despised him. No. 2 is so friendly that he can't stand such humiliation. At present, he suddenly raised the true spirit in his body, and the supreme sword spirit spit out from the tip of the sword with his heart. His sword spirit is magnificent, extremely upright and masculine. Unfortunately, this sword is out of peace and fails to exert full power. Even so, the attack of this sword has attracted countless people's shocked eyes. The brilliance of this sword almost covered the whole ring and swept away everyone's sight. Feng Kui's heart immersed in swordsmanship suddenly hit a trace of danger, and felt a breath traction, and an inspiration flashed through his mind. With that idea, the flying sword in his hand suddenly cut out, and a sword spirit actually condensed into a complete sword shape, simple and clumsy, as if it had not yet been cast a sword. Ordinary. In a trance, Feng Kui's head seemed to hear a kind sword sound. The sword spirit had broken out of the air and met the second extremely atmospheric sword, and the two swords were sharp against each other. The ethereal sword spirit of Feng Kui's head suddenly trembled, and the lines on the sword seemed to flow and change. Unexpectedly, he broke through the sword spirit of No. 2 and rushed straight to No. 2 as his chest. No. 2 was shocked when he saw the situation, and even danced his sword to block it, but it was too late. He could only put his sword in front of his chest, urge Zhen Jiang, protect the key point, and retreat quickly.

There was a sonorous sound of gold and iron. No. 2 flew out of the ring. His face was pale and he suffered a minor internal injury. He looked at the wind head standing on the field and said with a gloomy look, "I lost..." Then he got up and left. Feng Kui's head was still in the aftertaste of the sword. He didn't know that his opponent had been defeated. When he heard Zhu Xiaoliu's cry, he turned around and looked down. The flying sword in his hand had broken into debris and turned into a pile of scum. He only held a piece of the hilt of the sword in his hand. He jumped out of the ring and took over the jade card from the deacon elder. He was shocked to find that Huo Ran wrote a word "pick up" on his face, which was very surprised.

At present, he received a new jade card. Feng Kui first met Zhu Xiaoliu and heard Zhu Xiaoliu say, "Brother Feng, why did this battle take so long to meet a strong enemy in the first battle?"

Feng Kui shook his head and said, "Although the opponent is not weak, it is not difficult to deal with. I just suddenly got inspired and confirmed it on the spot. It's just that the number two is suffering.

Zhu Xiaoliu was clear and said with a smile, "It's not just that he suffered!" You have even decided the winner in the second round of this battle. Do you want to kill your opponent alive?!

Feng Kui couldn't help smiling and said repeatedly, "I have no intention!" I said a sense of shame to the second number, and then sighed in my heart. I really realized the beauty of actual combat for practice.

Zhu Xiaoliu patted Feng Kui on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Brother Feng, you are one step closer to success!"

At this time, Feng Kui's head has been looking at the field and paying attention to the situation on the ring. The next winner will be his opponent in the next round, which is particularly careful. At this time, a teenager on the ring suddenly attracted the eyeball of Feng Kui's head. The young man was dressed in the robe of an inner disciple, and his body was quite tall, but he acted as fast as thunder. An ordinary flying sword in his hand was full of energy, and the sword spirit flew out, like a section of green bamboo, quite strong bones, and his whole person's temperament also showed the taste of bending rather than bending. Feng Kui knew that this was not a pretentious arrogance, but arrogance from his bones. Unlike Zhao Lingyue's cold arrogance, I'm afraid this is arrogance. The teenager's sword moves almost included all the integrity of bamboo, forcing his opponent to cope with it and dangerously. Feng Kui has concluded that this teenager will win and secretly put him in the ranks of competitors. At this time, on the other ring, there was a scream. An inner disciple held the flying sword and half knelt on the ground, pressed his hand on his waist. The blood flowed between his five fingers, and said extremely reluctantly, "You won..."

Feng Kui looked at Lu Zhuang, whom he had seen once in the secret courtyard. Although his breath fluctuated, he stood proudly on the spot with a sharp sword in his hand. Obviously, he still had the strength to spare. He was slightly surprised, so he withdrew his eyes and continued to see the young man's sword dance.

At this time, Zhu Xiaoliu suddenly said, "Brother Feng, in fact, you can't see anything famous in the battle at this time. At most, you can see how other people's swords are. Don't watch the fierce battle on the field, which is difficult to solve. In fact, they have never fully revealed their means, and the strange tricks are often left for later use. If all the tricks have come out at this moment, there will be no chance. After three rounds, Fang was the beginning of a tragic battle. At that time, it was almost impossible to decide the winner without injury or bleeding. At that time, it was the time when all the tricks were made, and now the good show has not yet started.

Feng Kui was relieved. Recalling the unusual sword at that time, he felt that Xiao Liuzi's words were very reasonable. It turned out that the teve battle in the field actually had a mystery. He was secretly glad that he did not sacrifice Dongxia at the first time, otherwise it would all be exposed.

In this round of battle, there were many joys and sorrows, and half of the people left sadly. Ye Zhiqiu, Fang No Regret, Han Yu and the teenager successfully won. These people deliberately recorded by Feng Kui Shou are the most threatening to him, and there are others. Feng Kui believes that most of them will be out in the next round of elimination, so he has not observed much. At dusk, with the final victory, a total of 59 people successfully entered the next round of the game. On the 59th, they directly entered the next round because of the empty round.