The heavy eyelids slowly opened, and the field of vision seemed a little blurred, but the big eyes that were flashing in front of me looked particularly bright.

In Lolita's surprise gaze, Fang Yan slowly sat up and breathed a long sigh of relief. This was the first time Fang Yan took the initiative to use that kind of power, but the sequelae were not as serious as he imagined, and it was even much lighter than the previous few times when he ran away. Now he was just weak and a little sore and soft.

He patted and rushed over to hug Lolita, saying something to her at ease, but Fang Yan's eyes were placed on the two figures fighting in the distance, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch: "How did these two fight together?"

On the open space, two figures flickered and moved, constantly interlacing, and the crisp sound of metal and iron fighting was heard from time to time. Yasuo's moves were fierce, and the sword was as powerful as the wind, stabbing, chopping, cutting, and cutting, and the sword pointed at the vital points of the sword saint's whole body. However, the sword saint took a defensive moment, as stable as a mountain, and he could not see how fast he was, but blocked all Yasuo's attacks without leaking.

"Brother Fang Yan, don't you stop them?" After telling Fang Yan about the incident, Lolita learned from Fang Yan that he and both knew each other and couldn't help asking.

Fang Yan said lightly: "Now, unless the winner is decided, no one can stop them. This is a collision between two kendos."

"Bang~" The sword saint turned his wrist gently, and the dream spirit in his hand flipped and bounced away the sword that Yasuo stabbed away, and the figures of the two separated. The sword saint maintained the sword-holding posture and spoke, "Is this your real strength? I have to say, your skills are too bad."

"Hmph!" Yasuo gritted his teeth tightly, and anger flashed in his eyes: "I will let you know the truth or the false!"

"Haaa--" With a long roar, the strong wind stormed Yasuo's clothes. When Yasuo opened his eyes, his figure instantly burst out with a speed like a wind attacking the sword saint: "Step ahead!"

The sword saint stood firmly in his sword holding the sword.

"Cut the steel!" The body turned, and the sword in Yasuo's hand drew a beautiful arc, as if the buds were about to bloom, but the ones bloomed were death.

The sword saint's eyes narrowed, and he stepped on the ground with one foot, and his figure quickly flashed backwards, avoiding Yasuo's dance of death. Yasuo immediately interrupted his movements, and stepped on the ground and chased after him. The figure swam in the air was as powerful as the wind.

His body was still in the air, Yasuo's hand holding the sword slightly pulled back, half-hiding the sword behind him, staring at the sword saint in front of him, and silently chanting: "Storm of the Wind."

"Hu——" Several faint and invisible whirlwinds appeared on Yasuo's sword, but it made the sword that was already flashing with cold light a little more sharp as the wind.

"Haha, if you are powerful enough, I will still treat each other directly." The Sword Saint sneered, no longer took the defensive posture, and took the initiative to swing the sword to attack Yasuo, who was still in the air.

"Death is like the wind, always with me." The wind was blowing. Faced with the sudden attack of the Sword Saint, Yasuo did not retreat but advanced, and instantly waved the cold light to attack the Sword Saint. When the sword blades intersected, several seemingly faint whirlwinds attacked the Sword Saint's body along the Sword Saint's Dream Spirit.

"Huh?" The sword saint's eyes narrowed. Although these whirlwinds seemed weak, the sword saint could feel the amazing destructive power contained in it. If he dared to let it shave on him, the injuries he suffered would probably not be light.

A ray of light flashed in his eyes. Just the moment before the whirlwind was about to reach the sword saint's body through the sword saint's body, the dream spirit in the sword saint's hand suddenly flashed suddenly, shattering the whirlwind hovering on the sword .

"The Way of the Wuji continues in my heart." The Sword Saint looked at Yasuo with a quiet look.

Yasuo sneered: "The Way of the Wuji? I have never heard of it."

Qifeng Sword Technique VS Wuji Sword Technique!

Looking at such a high-level battle, Lolita, who was born warlike, looked excited and grabbed Fang Yan's clothes and asked, "Brother Fang Yan, who do you think they will win?"

Fang Yan hugged his hands in front of his chest and said calmly: "Although it looks similar now, there is an essential gap in their strength."

"What?" Lolita looked at Fang Yan in surprise.

"Sword Style!" Yasuo's sword became faster and faster. With the blessing of the wind power, his body moved more and more agile, like a ghost.

The Sword Saint remained silent, but his sword force was getting more and more light. At first glance, it seemed extremely slow, but in fact it was extremely fast. Two completely contradictory qualities appeared on his sword at the same time, but they seemed particularly harmonious without any strangeness.

"The momentum of this sword is getting stronger and stronger!" Yasuo's figure was almost at its peak, and his remaining shadows were everywhere. His sword could not be seen clearly, and he could only glimpse a cold light in the shock.

"Good sword technique, but unfortunately I'm past the age of playing fast sword." Immersed in the sword technique battle, the Sword Saint's always serious face couldn't help but have a smile of enjoyment. Speaking of fast sword, he had become famous for this at the beginning, but now he has long surpassed fast sword.

"Wind Sword Style!" After a long time of attack, Yasuo stopped behind the Sword Saint. The sword in his hand suddenly swung, and three wind blades stabbed towards the back of the Sword Saint like arrows.

In the midst of lightning, the Sword Saint had already turned around and raised the dream spirit in his hand and stabbed it three times in a row. The three wind blades had been slapped away without leaving a trace.

"Good sword technique," the sword saint praised, and then showed a hint of regret. "It's a pity that such a sharp and upright sword technique is used by traitors and cannot be used in justice. It's really a big regret."

"Justice? Humph, what a high-sounding word." Yasuo pointed at the sword saint with his sword and said sneered, "If there is really justice in the world, it is the sword in my hand!"

"It's stubborn." The Sword Saint said a few words coldly.

The wind blew gently, and the two swords confronted each other here.

In the distance, Lolita rubbed her eyes and said in a little envious tone: "They are so powerful, they are so fast that I can't see clearly. I don't know when I can reach that level..."

Unable to bear to attack Lolita's enthusiasm, Fang Yan agreed randomly: "Don't worry, sooner or later there will be such a day." But in fact, Fang Yan was not optimistic about this. All the strong men of this level have experienced thousands of obstacles and their outstanding talents to reach this point. How could Lolita think so easily?

A complex thought flashed in his heart, as if he had thought of something. Fang Yan sighed with a sigh, looked up and continued to focus on the battle in the distance.

The wind was flying around Yasuo. He looked at the sword saint coldly on the other side and said, "I am tired of this battle. Wuji sword saint, take my strongest attack."

The Sword Saint stood firmly on the ground, silent.

"This move is the mystery of the Sword Skill. Only when the Sword Skill and Sword Skills understand the highest realm can they reach its threshold. And now I have already been Mahayana for the Skills Skills." Yasuo arched slightly, and the wind around him was becoming more and more powerful, and countless strong winds were like sharp arrows, revealing terrifying minions around him.

"Sky Wind Sword Style!"

Yasuo's figure disappeared, and only a gust of wind appeared, constantly rotating in place. It was clearly moving, but it showed a strange tranquility.

As if indifferent to the scene in front of him, the sword saint quietly leaned on the sword and suddenly spoke, as if talking to himself, as if saying: "Everyone knows that I have the strongest sword skill called Alpha Raid, but I don't know that it has a distinction between high and low."

"I first learned Alpha Raid, but I only used its own power. This was the first stage; later, I borrowed the power of spells to enhance the lethality of Alpha Raid, which was the second stage; after that, I reached the state of unity of human and swords, and perfectly integrated my own power with Alpha Raid, which was the third stage..." The sword saint's tone was calm, as if he was just telling a common past.

Suddenly, the wind moved.

The storm hovering on the ground suddenly attacked the Sword Saint from extremely quiet to extremely moving speed, which was completely unresponsive. That kind of speed has completely surpassed the concept of speed.

The Sword Saint was still speaking slowly, but his tone changed slightly: "Until not long ago, when I was reciting, I felt something and realized a whole new realm..."

The Sword Saint suddenly looked up, looking directly at the wind that had approached in front of him. The things on his helmet, which looked like countless eyes, seemed to come alive, and a terrifying light burst out.

"Alpha Raid, the Sky Section!"

Time seems to stagnate at this moment.

"Click~" a faint sound suddenly sounded, but it seemed particularly loud in this quiet moment.

The figure of the Sword Saint suddenly appeared, stood quietly on the ground, waved his hand to retract the dream spirit in his hand from the sword sheath: "It's over."

"Bang!" A body suddenly fell from the air and hit the ground and splashed some dust. The sword was still tightly holding his hand, but it had lost its former brightness. Yasuo looked at the sky like an empty spirit, his eyes were full of confusion, and countless small wounds on his body seemed to have no stimulation to him.

The Sword Saint didn't even look at Yasuo on the ground, and closed his eyes on his own: "Sure enough, you still have to use the tricks. This battle gave me some insights..."

On the ground, Yasuo looked at the sky in confusion, and the shadow of the sword just now lingered in his mind, as if it was still in front of him: "That kind of sword...that kind of sword...that kind of sword...that's God's will? It's impossible to resist...that's it."

After a few seconds like this, a trace of struggle suddenly flashed in Yasuo's eyes.

[No! It's not time to die yet... This story is not over yet!]

The light in Yasuo's eyes became more and more prosperous, and the shadow of the sword in his mind was still lingering, but gradually became a little different... That was the smell of the wind.

[I won't die with shame.]

"Uh......" Yasuo struggled and slowly got up from the ground. His movements woke up the sword saint who were carefully comprehending the sword saint. The sword saint looked at Yasuo with a surprised expression on his face for the first time.

"Hahahahaha... Want to defeat me? Want to impress me under your sword path? Tell you, delusion!" Yasuo laughed loudly, holding his sword and roared to the sky: "My life is up to me, not to the sky!"

"Wuji Sword Saint, take the latest move I have learned!" Yasuo's body stood straight, and an inexplicable force emerged from the depths of his body. All fatigue and pain seemed to disappear at this moment, and his mind was unprecedentedly clear. The most familiar and intimate power spread throughout his body.

"Storm--"

A power of wind seemed to be born out of thin air, and appeared directly around the sword saint's body. Before the sword saint reacted, he raised his body slightly.

The next moment, Yasuo's figure appeared in front of the sword saint without warning, his eyes like swords and swords like cold frost.

"Absolutely! Stop! Kill!"

The unstoppable sword force and unstoppable force attacked the Sword Saint at this moment. The Sword Saint and the Sword Saint, the two eyes intersected at this moment.

Yasuo's lips moved slightly and slowly spit out a few words: "One sword, one thought."

At this moment, Yasuo did not see any panic on the face of the Sword Saint. The Sword Saint was still calm and just said lightly: "It's too naive."

"Wujiliu meditation, the section of the earth!"

A green light suddenly appeared, and a mountain-like power suddenly came out from the sword saint's thin body. An inexplicable vibration suddenly appeared, directly bounced away from Yasuo's figure standing in the sky.

The Sword Saint landed steadily on the ground, and the green light slowly dissipated. He looked at Yasuo from a distance: "You lost."

Yasuo gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "I will convince you next time I meet!"

Before the sword saint could say "You have no chance for next time" when suddenly a smog of smoke emerged from Yasuo's location. When the smoke dissipated, Yasuo's figure had disappeared, and he didn't know where he went.

"Well... it's really a headache." The sword saint twitched his mouth and touched his head speechlessly. "This trick has become more and more popular recently. Should we praise the increase in the influence of the Balanced Sect?"
Chapter completed!