Chapter 60: Sword

Sword

On this day, in a fight, his head and arms were slightly ill, only scratching their skin, which did not matter. At the end of the competition in the square, he returned to the small building, sat down with a calm atmosphere, thinking about what he saw and feeling today, deduced all the exquisite moves he saw today in his mind, thinking over and over again, and exchanged with his swordsmanship. To confirm, constantly summarize, and constantly consolidate your swordsmanship. On the other hand, Feng Kui is more distracted and refines the Zhenyuan deposited in his body to increase his strength. In the past two days, Feng Kui has found that with the great advantage of Zhenqi, he has stimulated the sword spirit with Zhenyuan, which is far more refined than Zhen Gang, which is far more powerful than others. In addition, Tianlong Zhenyuan's unique strength has made up for the shortcomings of his moves. Relying on this advantage is far more than the same level. Many powerful Zhenyuan launched a protracted battle, but it can be said that there are few enemies. They are afraid that others will suddenly make strange moves and use wonderful means to deal with it. It is the first time that Feng Kui repeatedly deduces that the sword moves that can threaten his opponents are exquisite, which can be said to be a gradual prevention and early preparation. All this meticulous calculation completely relies on the practice of the Great Yi Classics, which makes his mind change, thinks about problems in an orderly manner, and thinks about what he thinks is far from ordinary people. It can be said that he has a delicate heart.

There is no time to practice. When the wind opened his eyes, it was ten minutes of the dawn of the next day. Feng Kui's head restrained the burning light in his eyes, got up and came to the window, opened the view, took the purple gas from the east, and rubbed it into his eyes, making a fire in his eyes more and more fierce. In this way, until dawn, when the sun rose in the east, Feng Kui's head withdrew his eyes, spit, his eyes closed one by one, and recovered as usual. He whispered, "The purple gas of the East rises with the rising sun, and it is auspicious gas. It is taken into my eyes every day and cooperates with the method of the evil yin and yang eyes, which makes my eyes amazing, far better than the falcon. Alas, since I practiced the evil yin and yang eyes, I feel a little inappropriate, and the evil spirit is in sight, and sometimes there are labor pains. It seems that the devil of the blood river must have deceived me at the beginning, and it is not a complete method for me. When I have enough time after this festival, I must study hard and avoid the blood river.

At this time, Zhu Xiaoliu's shout came from under the attic. Feng Kui smiled and shouted. He went downstairs and went to the square with Zhu Xiaoliu. On the way, Zhu Xiaoliu saw that Feng Kui's head was calm, calm and calm. He laughed and said, "Brother Feng, look at your steady victory, but how can you defeat Mu Feifan? I heard that recently, Kong, the master of the impermanent door, has been guiding Mu Feifan to practice kendo as usual, which is quite successful. Brother Feng should never underestimate the enemy. At this time, it is not the right time to completely expose his strength.

Feng Kui smiled softly on his face and said, "Xiao Liuzi's words are reasonable! At that time, you will know how I will deal with Mu Feifan. It will be a protracted battle!"

Zhu Xiaoliu laughed and said, "I will watch Brother Feng's performance then!" The far-sighted shadow stood on the edge of the square, like a fairy, and looked around. Zhu Xiaoliu quickly waved his hand, put aside his head and swept straight to the shadow, overjoyed. Seeing this situation, Feng Kui couldn't help sighing: "A couple in love are tormented for a moment. Missing is more inspiring than time. That's true!" At present, the mind swept through the empty door, and the appearance of the sister and Huarong appeared in his mind, so he forced himself to open, continuing to refine Zhenyuan and deduce his kendo. Today's wind and distraction are no longer a problem.

Feng Kui first waited for a moment in the crowded square. As soon as the time arrived, he entered the heart of the square with a jade card. After the deacon announced that the relevant matters were completed, he turned slightly, climbed onto a ring, embraced Dongxia, and waited there leisurely.

Mu Feifan was actually impatient, but he climbed to the ring half a step slower than Feng Kui's head. His footsteps went wrong and fell opposite to Feng Kui's head. His eyes had long been a hot and fierce light in his eyes. He hummed coldly three times: "Feng Kuai Shou, although I have been defeated by your hand, I am not defeated by Kendo. Today, I use the three-foot sword in my hand, my beloved In front of the woman, I will completely knock you down. I, Mu Feifan's favorite woman, is not allowed to touch anyone, and she deserves to die with a coveted heart! All your fantasies will stop today, and you can see how I become a true disciple step by step, and you will always be trampled under my feet and look up at my glory!"

Feng Kui smiled and said, "You are still proud as always. I admire your courage and face, but I'm embarrassed to tell you that medicine can be taken indiscriminately, but you can't drink it! If you like a woman, you can pursue it. If you can get it, it's your extraordinary ability. If you can't get it, it's your incompetence. It's never right to offend others!"

The other seven ring have already started the war. Mu Feifan was stimulated by Feng Kui's first words. At present, he shouted loudly and suddenly sacrificed a three-foot sword, which was as white as the moon, and the circulation was more like the moonlight. His blade was cold and he held it in his hand, which couldn't help but remind people of the words "hot-blooded man's ruthless sword". This sword is called Invitation Moon, and it has become one of the immortal weapons. What is more valuable is the top quality. As soon as it is sacrificed, it is simply envious of others. Seeing that Mu Feifan sacrificed this sword, Feng Kui's head also changed slightly. Looking at the extraordinary and flexible appearance of this sword, he knew that it was extraordinary and must be unique. At this time, Mu Feifan has already rushed here, dancing and inviting the moon sword, and the sword flying all over his body, like the moon is falling, flowing in panic, full of tranquility and demons.

As soon as Mu Feifan's sword spirit came out, Feng Kui felt a cold air rising from his heart, as if most of his mind was extinguished in an instant and fell into sinking, which was quite unpleasant. Feng Kui was very surprised and said suspiciously, "What kind of sword is this? It can make people fall into a muddle-headed sinking and fall. It's simply shocking. It's really terrible..." He quickly concentrated and raised his sword to resist. At this moment, Mu Feifan's whole temperament has changed, emitting a kind of evil spirit that is both good and evil. It is impossible to distinguish between good and evil. Every sword cut out has a kind of tranquil beauty, accompanied by an atmosphere that pushes people's hearts into the abys of degeneration, which is quite strange. Feng Kui resisted repeatedly and has fallen into passivity. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, it was still difficult to escape Mu's extraordinary swordsmanship. Mu Feifan's swordsmanship was really much higher than Feng Kui Shou. In addition, with an invitation moon that was no worse than the sealed Dongxia in his hand, Feng Kui's strengths could not be played at all. He completely fell into passive and resisted left and right, and his heart became deeper and deeper. He involuntarily fell into the abyss, and his figure gradually became stagnant.

In a short time, Feng Kui's head was overwhelmed. The invitation moon in Mu Feifan's hand suddenly stabbed, and a sword flowed out and wiped straight to Feng Kui's neck. Feng Kui's heart tightened and dodged to one side and waved Dongxia to resist, but he was skeptical to find that this sword spirit was like glory. Although it was half blocked, the other half was not affected at all. He blew straight over Feng Kui's head's shoulder and immediately broke his skin and bones. Feng Kui felt a sharp pain at the beginning, and his spirit was refreshed. He immediately woke up a little, and his mind became lively. The fairy and demon gossip suddenly turned around, and he impurely urged Zhenyuan with the Tianlong Road. A sense of disaster surged. The false shadow of the robbery mask flashed on his face, and his eyes were burning and shining. He immediately woke up. At this moment, Feng Kui looked at Mu Fei's sword spirit and felt his sword spirit again. He couldn't help but seeping a layer of fine sweat on his forehead. At present, he said in disbelief, "Sword of desire!" It is known that the degenerating abyss is the abyss of desire, which makes people sink. Mu Feifan's sword intention is actually built with a little desire, which is cleverly hidden under the quiet temperament. It can be said to be both demonic and evil. It is no longer the nobleness of fairy kendo and comparable to magic.

Hearing Feng Kui's whisper, Mu Fei raised his eyebrows and said with a sneer: "It's good to know..." The sword spirit is stronger and stronger. Feng Kui Shou has resisted with disaster, and has been able to resist the desire in his sword. He is not stained, clean and dirty. He raised his sword to resist, and said lightly, "I really underestimate you. Your swordsmanship is quite subtle, and there is a place worth learning..."

Outside the court, Zhu Xiaoliu and Yinger have been holding a handful of sweat since they saw Mu Feifan's sword in Feng Kui's head. When they saw Feng Kui's head, they were stained with blood on their clothes. Because of their nervousness and worry, the two grabbed each other's hands and stared closely at the changes on the court. A trace of pain flashed on Hanyu's face, which had not yet fought far away, but they were not worried. The color was also staring at Feng Kui's head, but Zhao Lingyue, who was farther away, looked dull and cold and arrogant as usual.

In the field, Mu Feifan listened to Feng Kui's first words and groan coldly: "How a civet cat learns the power of a tiger is just empty. Some things are not destined to be learned by cats and dogs..." While satirizing Feng Kui, he launched an offensive more fiercely. Feng Kui's head still has no clue and can't resist. In Mu Fei's view, Feng Kui's head has made no progress and is still trapped by his sword spirit, but he is more alert. He firmly believes that after only a moment, when he fully launches the offensive, accompanied by more sharp moves, he will be able to deal a heavy blow to Feng Kui and completely defeat him.

At this moment, Feng Kui Shou is carrying Zhenyuan to treat the wound, resisting Mu Feifan's sword spirit, and constantly calculating Mu Feifan's essence of kendo in his mind, constantly verifying, constantly refining and summarizing. Mu Feifan, with such a sword to defeat the enemy, once again opened a door for Fengqi. Behind the door is a brand-new field. He is bound to figure out why from Mu Feifan, otherwise he will never stop. Although he can resist his sword, he still quietly shows weakness, that is, he is the thief.

In this battle, the two have gone through hundreds of moves. Every time Feng Kui Shou was saved from danger, he could always barely resist Mu Feifan's sharp sword spirit, which made Mu Feifan quite annoyed. He always found that there was only one line away from defeating Feng Kui Shou. He was unwilling to use all kinds of means little by little, but he did not know that he was right.

Mu Feifan's sword moves are becoming more and more fierce, and there is no need to say more about the subtleties. He steadily suppresses the wind and makes him extremely passive. Feng Kui was busy dealing with it and had no power to fight back. The two fought so much that two hours passed after a battle. Mu Feifan felt really lacking, and Feng Kui also looked powerless. Poor Mu Feifan studied kendo, and the time to be refined into Zhen Gan is still short. Zhen Gan is not pure, let alone heroic. At this moment, my heart is already full of anxiety. Suddenly, Mu Fei's body suddenly became ill, and the swordsmanship changed and became fierce. There was a trace of green in the soft luster of the sword spirit. The sword spirit of the cage to the wind and the head of the wind and the moon, the six sword spirits circled like dragons and snakes rushing, marching forward and attacking the head of the wind.

These six swords attacked and killed, representing the six desires of people, which immediately shocked Feng Kui's heart. Unexpectedly, Mu Fei's control of the sword spirit could be so exquisite. The desire in the sword spirit was suddenly several times stronger. With the sword spirit, it was like a big mouth of desire to destroy everything. Feng Kui only felt that his consciousness suddenly sank, almost out of his control, and his body was shrouded in such a sword, and he shuddered. At present, he suddenly took a breath, his tongue burst into spring thunder, and a violent shout came out. His body suddenly raised his strength and dodged away, trying to avoid the cover of six swords.

Mu Feifan sneered and said, "How can you jump out of the seven emotions and six desires, you are defeated..." The six swords suddenly broke, and unexpectedly changed their position and skillfully rushed away. Feng Kui was stunned. He knew that this was Mu Feifan's winning move, which was the most wonderful means, so he dispelled the idea of avoiding it. His heart was as bright as a clear guide, and he kept calculating the changes of the sword. Suddenly, he grew up and smiled and said, "The free man comes and goes, unfettered, as if he has nothing to do, and can do nothing. Desire can't control people, and no one has no desire. Talent is the leader. Your kendo, I'm going to break..." At this time, Mu Feifan's six desires and sword spirit has come to Feng Kui's head, and he is about to hang him down. Feng Kui's breath suddenly regains breath, like a powerless Confucianism, but he does not dodge. The horizontal sword is in front of him, and his eyes are full of him. It is an unrestrained color, suddenly waved with a sword, plainly cut out, a bright sword light, and the vast sword spirit is like a landscape stained with ink, only the charm is plump, and the image is casual. As soon as the sword came out, the sword spirit flashed, and suddenly rotated, spitting out endless sharpness. It cut it by, and actually cut off Mu Feifan's six desires of sword spirit, and returned to the sky, until in front of Mu Feifan, the sharpness suddenly changed into a magnificent atmosphere, like thousands of mountains.

Mu Feifan suddenly changed color and retreated in shock, but the sword spirit of Feng Kui's head always hung in front of Mu Feifan's neck, a little apart, and in an instant forced Mu Feifan into a desperate situation. Feng Kui's face returned as usual and glanced at Mu Feifan and said, "Thank you, Brother Mu, for practicing swords with me! The sword of six desires was easily cut off by me, but it's a pity to invite the moon, such a pure sword..."

Mu Feifan screamed, and he had fallen off the ring. Feng Kui waved his hand slightly, and the sword spirit dissipated. He turned around and said, "You still lost..."