Chapter 61: A difficult battle

Mu Feifan looked at Feng Kui's first take over the jade card and left. He seemed to be unrestrained. After a long time, he said to himself in pain, "My kendo is actually broken! People don't want to die, people want to stop, and my kendo has no flaws..." Suddenly, I looked up to the sky and laughed, and then ran wildly. I bumped into the crowd and left the square.

A ray of smile appeared on the face of a drooping old man in a high position. Looking at Feng Kui's figure from afar, he smiled softly and said, "Teacher, this son has gained a real taste and is really adorable!"

The ethereal fairy turned his head slightly and said, "It's really unexpected to be able to understand the free sword. Such a sword, it is really an extraordinary mind that can feel it. This is indeed not annoying, but it still needs to be considered. In front of the demon road riots, all major factions will take action one after another. I send disciples to eliminate demons and defend the road. It is inevitable to kill. There is a long way to go. How can we be at peace with others! Those who are free, arbitrarily, can't be arbitrarily and difficult to speculate..."

When the old man heard the words, he smiled and said, "In the sense of the teacher's brother, if this son has a chivalrous and benevolent heart, kills demons, kills decisively, and leaves his name on the virtual god stone?"

The ethereal fairy took a deep look at the old man, didn't say anything, and said in surprise, "Didn't you be moved by this?"

The old man gently twisted his long and said, "Such a talented person, he can't move!"

The ethereal fairy jumps and no longer speaks.

Feng Kui glanced at the jade card in his hand and couldn't help smiling: "No. 12, it seems that this battle really takes a long time!" However, Feng Kui is satisfied. Today's harvest is not great. Although he has suffered a serious injury, it is not related to the achievements. With a glance, Feng Kui's head flashed and came to Zhu Xiaoliu's side, took a healing elixir handed over by Zhu Xiaoliu, and immediately took it. Seeing this, the shadow asked, "Brother Feng, the shoulder injury, isn't it tight?" In the tone, the meaning of worry is expressed. Feng Kui was in a good mood and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter! There is no problem with the wonderful medicine of the little sixth son, and there is no need to worry about it!" When Ying'er heard it, the word sister-in-law fell into his ear, and he couldn't help but be extremely ashamed. He quickly lowered his head and his face was peachy. He only made Zhu Xiaoliu beside him look intoxicated. After a while, Zhu Xiaoliu came to his senses and approached Feng Kui and said, "Brother Feng, I have finally seen your understanding. I can't accept it! In the past few days of sword fighting, your progress is really amazing. None of these people can compare with you. After Mu Feifan's defeat, I'm afraid he won't quarrel with you for a long time!"

Feng Kui smiled indifferently and said, "His swordsmanship is quite wonderful and amazing, but I still want to fight with him!"

Zhu Xiaoliu stuck out his tongue and teased, "You still want to bully others!"

Hearing this, Feng Kui couldn't help but smile. While talking, he couldn't help guessing, evolving and thinking about kendo, and his eyes did not miss any detail on the field. In this way, if others know, they will definitely be shocked. However, Feng Kui's head has understood why Sun Chongjue's strong cultivation still wants to live in the sword cave, and he has not been out all year round. If you want to become a master and penetrate the road, you must endure loneliness and make far more efforts than ordinary people. There are mountains outside the mountain, and there are people outside. Never think that your cultivation is enough. Sometimes only when you climb a high enough mountain will you see a bigger scene and understand what the gap is.

On this day, 15 people were defeated, and 15 people advanced to the next round of more cruelty.

After the battle in the square, Feng Kui returned to the attic, healing his wounds and practicing at the same time. Since Huarong left, Feng Kui'shou's requirements for him have gradually become strict. He practiced swordsmanships and the classics of Dayi, which can be said to be on the right track. The next day, Feng Kui picked up the oriental purple gas as usual and came to the square. Today, his opponent is Ye Zhiqiu, and his enemy's road is narrow. This battle is inevitable.

The sky is sunny, cloudless, and the breeze is smooth!

On the ring, the two faced each other, and their eyes met, as if they were a little ignited.

The two were silent and fought a decisive battle. They only needed knives and soldiers to meet each other and judge by force. Everything else was false.

Ye Zhiqiu had no expression on his face and suddenly sacrificed a flying sword. The sword is glorious and flows harmonious.

This is a good sword, which is better than inviting the moon and sealing the water blue. However, with a flash of the sword, Feng Kui's head felt it, and he even felt that the things in his arms beat slightly.

Feng Kui's judgment is not wrong, and Dongxia's sense is not bad at all.

Ye Zhiqiu stroked the sword, his eyes were full of doting, and there was a sound on the sword body. As if in response to Ye Zhiqiu, the smile on Ye Zhiqiu's face was even more intoxicated. Feng Kui looked at it motionless. Ye Zhiqiu suddenly raised his head, and his eyes were full of coldness. His eyes were like two mysterious ice and cold thorns, piercing straight to the wind. At the same time, his whole body seemed to be cold, turning into a sculpture of ten thousand years of ice, and the wind around him suddenly cold.

"Xuanbing!"

Ye Zhiqiu said softly, as if whispering to his lover. He was actually talking to the sword. The cold around him lingered, and there was a layer of white frost on the ground.

This sword is called Hanbing. It is made of the spirit of fine iron under the ten thousand-year-old mysterious ice, and trained into the sword soul with supreme coldness. It has become a cold and ruthless sword. It is only a trace away from a unique fairy weapon.

Feng Kui's first silk was gentle, and he only felt a chill on his face. His bones were extremely cold. He couldn't help but feel cold and said secretly, "What a cold Xuanbing sword, is Ye Zhiqiu's sword from the chill from the world!" Feng Kui held the sword in one hand, and his expression remained unchanged. He said in a low voice, "Please!"

The words fell, and their swords met each other. Ye Zhiqiu suddenly rose in the air and hit in the air. A strangely cold sword spirit came to face. The sword spirit was really cold and cool, without any impurities, as pure, pure and terrible as black ice. Feng Kui's eyes focused and were shrouded in Ye Zhiqiu's sword. He couldn't help but think of the hard years of being undressed and resistant to the harsh winter in Baoding Village. Those days were simply dead and painful. At this moment, I feel the coldness, especially three points. Feng Kui's heart was as heavy as the water of a cold pool, calm, clear and transparent. He put aside this chill in his consciousness. The sword opened, his footsteps were wrong, and his body shook slightly. Dongxia waved out, casually. A sword-shaped sword came out of the air, floating like a small fish in the pool. It was ethereal and comfortable, and suddenly jumped to the upper Ye Zhiqiu's Cold sword spirit.

Silently, each maimed and annihilated between the two.

Feng Kui's first pace has moved, and his body has become more and more sick. Every step is the number of nine palaces. In an instant, the direction changed, and Dongxia lightly points out. The sword spirit comes out again, which is more exquisite than the blow just now, and it is deeply free. Ye Zhiqiu's face was as quiet as water, and he wanted to freeze the cold water. Xuanbing in his hand suddenly turned around and made a circle in front of him. The tip of the sword suddenly reached the center of the circle. The sword spirit suddenly came out, sharp as sharp as a needle, solid as an ice thorn, and connected the free sword spirit of the wind.

The next moment, they annihilate each other and are still between them.

The position of Feng Kui's head changed again, and Dongxia moved continuously. In a moment, nine swords had been pointed out, and nine swords came out of the air, such as nine elves. The whereabouts were psychedelic, the whereabouts were unknown, and the directions changed alternately, as if they were a whole, cage to Ye Zhiqiu. Ye Zhiqiu was still unmoved. His long hair suddenly raised, and a smile appeared on his face, and the signature smile of a tiger on his face. Xuan Bing suddenly moved, and Ye Zhiqiu's momentum suddenly changed at this moment and became more terrible. If the breath at that time was cold, it was just cold in the body, but at this moment, Ye Zhiqiu's swordsmanship made people cold, their thoughts frosted, and their thoughts froze. This is a higher level of coldness, which has been sublimated.

Ye Zhiqiu only drew a sword, and the sword spirit came out, and the deep cold breath shattered the sword spirit of Feng Kui's head. Nine sword spirits were cut off. Before making an inch of merit, they were damaged halfway. Ye Zhiqiu's sword spirit is still cold and sharp, and he continues to roll towards the chief wind. Feng Kui only felt the cold air surging all over his body, and there was a cold air rising in the bottom of his heart. The sword spirit flashing in his eyes seemed to turn into a little cold light and hit his eyes.

Feng Kui's first scream was not good.

Ye Zhiqiu's emotionless voice has sounded: "There is no blood when killing!"

The pace of Feng Kui's head suddenly changed, and his direction changed, and he flashed sideways. He only felt a chill flashing above his chest. Looking down, the robe had been cut open, and a red line above his chest was actually a wound, which was neither cracked nor bleeding. Feng Kui only felt a burst of pain, and the wound had been frozen. If it was murder without blood, there was a chill in his body. He must be suppressed and resolved immediately, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

Feng Kui had a decision under his heart. His whole body surged and fully operated. First, he forcibly pressed down the cold air in his body and felt countless cold air surged up in his chest. The source was the scars on his chest. His heart suddenly slowed down a little, and his whole body seemed to freeze.

Feng Kui said in horror: "Ye Zhiqiu's sword is pure and scary. In a moment, I have been hit hard and must not delay any longer, otherwise I will definitely lose! If he loses to his hand today, he must stand up for Lu Zhuang and make trouble with me, which is bound to be a lot of trouble..." He drummed Zhenyuan and suddenly stepped out, as if he had stepped on a step up the void, step by step, looking down at Ye Zhiqiu, holding Dongxia in one hand, hunting in his robe, and the sword spirit rose to the extreme. The whole person is full of a wild and unruly spirit.

Ye Zhiqiu realized the change of Feng Kui's head, but did not interfere. His eyes were full of coldness. He was proud and had great confidence in his kendo. He also knew the consequences of his failure to immediately remove the chill with his sword. He also knew that Feng Kui's head was the last blow. There are not many people in the same realm who have not immediately frozen with one sword. Feng Kui's head is among them. Ye Zhiqiu is curious, but he wants to see how the last blow of Feng Kui's head is.

At this moment, they have won each other's respect, and no one will look at each other and cherish each other.

Feng Kui took his first step to a height of one foot and one inch, and his body suddenly stopped, with a slight fatigue in his eyes, and suddenly said, "Let's decide the victory or defeat with one sword!"

Ye Zhiqiu nodded.

He suddenly rose from the ground, and the black ice passed by. The ice couldn't help falling from the air. On the ring, there seemed to be a mist. The chill is converging and deepening. His sword had been waved, and the harsh sword spirit came out, and there were bursts of trembling clicks. This sword made all the water vapor in the air freeze, and then was smashed by the sword gas and turned into powder.

A dreamlike sword, a murderous sword.

But suddenly, Ye Zhiqiu's face changed and became unbelievable. Suddenly, he felt a murderous intention, a terrible murderous intention, and even more horrible than his chill. A strange chill enveloped him, and Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help shivering.

Feng Kui's head suddenly floated slightly upward, then led the sword down, and stabbed Dongxia in his hand. Feng Kui's head and body gathered all the real yuan, and his mind was full of the idea of killing, contrary to the murderous atmosphere of the sky. Dongxia let out a sad sword sound. Above the tip of the sword, she suddenly spit out a sword spirit, and the slightly red sword spirit, like the remnants of the sunset, like a drop of blood and tears. As soon as the sword spirit came out, it jumped in the air.

Ye Zhiqiu's face was as pale as frost and felt death coming. He thought he was going to die under this sword. He had accepted his fate and closed his eyes. Because he saw the little red sword light hit out, as if it came from Jiuyou Senluo, smashed him with the coldest and most proud sword, and then suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes. He knew that the sword had been killed, but he didn't know where or when it came from. But the fear of death has risen in his heart.

After a long time, when Ye Zhiqiu opened his eyes, he only saw the pale wind head in the distance and gasped. His hand holding the sword tightened, and his whole body was already soaked in cold sweat. A look of pain flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, he said, "Why didn't you use this sword at the beginning? At that time, I'm afraid I didn't even have a chance! Now you can use it, but you can't control it!"

Feng Kui looked up at Ye Zhiqiu and said lightly, "Why don't you knock me down with a sword now?! That was a must-kill sword, but we are not on the standpoint of death. I used it just to win!"

Ye Zhiqiu laughed, turned to the edge of the ring and said, "You have won!" When the sword was struck, my heart was already defeated. That's really a frightening sword... I hope that next time, I won't be afraid again. This is my shame, shame..." He has jumped off the ring.

Feng Kui grined with difficulty and finally won. Then he was weak and fell down on the ring, and his whole body was covered with frost.