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"I hope your strength is as strong as your mouth."

Qi Hao slowly drew out the ice sword, his handsome face showed unprecedented determination, perhaps, in front of the girl he liked, he was not as mature and steady as before.

The Frost Sword is made of ten thousand years of profound ice. Although it is not as good as the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon, Qi Hao's magic weapon is also among the best in Qingyun Sect. Coupled with the superb ice fairy art, many disciples of Longshoufeng have followed him to practice. Frost Immortal Art.

"Be careful."

Qi Hao rolled up a sword flower, and the blue light of the ice sword was flowing, the temperature in the air suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees, and the cold wind blew past, blowing his face bitingly.

The surrounding low-level disciples quietly operated Taiji Xuanqing Dao to resist Qihao's burst of cold air. This kind of cold air is not a normal change in the weather, and it also affects them.

Zhang Xiaofan drew out the Remnant Rainbow Sword, his sword was unsheathed for the first time in the Qimai Martial Art Competition, a celestial sword with a blue color and a red glow in the middle, shining like the setting sun.

The swords of the two were very fast, Qi Hao's condensed ice sword energy had already rushed between the two, Zhang Xiaofan drew his sword and slashed on the ice sword energy.

Waves of sword energy swung out from Qi Hao's hand, Zhang Xiaofan didn't use Taoism, just simply swung the sword to chop off the energy, all the sword energy fell into the dust.

"All swords return to their ancestors."

Qi Hao suspended the Frost Sword in front of him, and the Frost Sword split into two, and then into four, until it covered the entire arena, and the disciples under the arena retreated a little unconsciously.

Qi Hao didn't believe that Zhang Xiaofan could split hundreds of ice sword qi, Qi Hao made sword fingers with his right hand, and held it high, as if he was holding a big sword.

The temperature in the air was still dropping sharply, and a thin layer of ice spread from Qihao's feet, covering the entire arena. If the elders hadn't maintained it in time, innocent people might have been injured.

"fall."

The sky filled with sword energy was like raindrops, pouring down densely from the sky above the ring. On a sunny day, it suddenly became overcast, and the sunlight was blocked by the ice sword energy.

"I have a sword, that's enough."

Zhang Xiaofan didn't make too many movements, he just put the Canhong Sword one foot across in front of his body, firmly fixed it there.

"Huo Qiu, you don't talk about martial arts."

Mo Shanshan stared at Huo Qiu angrily. A few days ago, Huo Qiu told her a joke, saying that there was an acrobat who insisted on calling himself a cultivator and went around teaching others how to practice.

Some people think that he is a liar. There are no cultivators teaching people to practice on the street. Everyone has their own sect and their own mountain.

Hearing that someone challenged that master, he would report to the government, and the government would come to arrest the person immediately. Now it is a society ruled by law, if you want to fight, you can make an appointment with the ring, and self-inflicted violence is a crime, and it belongs to the government.

Those who came to challenge the master immediately died down. It wasn't until one day that he was so confident that he got into a fight with someone in the ring, and was knocked unconscious with several punches. Only then did he prove that he was a charlatan.

Afterwards, he still yelled at others, saying that they don't talk about martial arts, that with one punch of his, the entire ring would explode, and with three punches, the world would be destroyed.

Ever since, Mo Shanshan learned a saying, if you don't play cards according to the routine, you can say that the opponent doesn't practice martial arts, and it is immoral to do so.

"Why don't I talk about martial arts anymore, that's Xiaofan's aptitude."

Huo Qiu chuckled, he didn't expect Zhang Xiaofan to be so powerful, he deserves to be the son of luck, in five years, Zhang Xiaofan's progress in swordsmanship is remarkable.

"You secretly teach Xiaofan to stand one foot in front of him."

Mo Shanshan bit his lip. Before they left, Huo Qiu went to Liu Bai and made a deal with Liu Bai with the same profound method, in exchange for Liu Bai's swordsmanship.

This guy privately taught Zhang Xiaofan the front foot, Mo Shanshan doesn't know this thing at all, why does he feel that he is at a disadvantage, it really is Huo Qiu who is a traitor.

Lu Xueqi stared at Zhang Xiaofan in a daze, she had never seen this move before, against Qi Hao's Wan Jian Gui Zong, they had many ways to deal with it, such as head-to-head, such as dodging with the Seven Star Step.

But Zhang Xiaofan used an unknown trick, is he telling her that he has a trick that she doesn't know, and now show it, let Lu Xueqi know, so that the fight is fair?

"Little brother, what does the one foot in front of you say?"

Reverend Daoxuan is very interested, Zhang Xiaofan's swordsmanship is very superb, even he can't see through it, is it just a chimney in front of him?

But Mo Shanshan's expression told him that this matter is not that simple, Zhang Xiaofan is not simple either, the competition in the ring is still going on.

The cold ice sword rain fell on the ring, smashing the ring full of holes. Every icy sword energy smashed the hard granite into a big hole, which shows its terrifying power.

Zhang Xiaofan hasn't moved since holding the Canhong Sword in front of his chest, all the icy true energy can't enter within one foot of his body, whether it's the rain of swords in the sky, or Qi Hao's subsequent stabbing with all his strength.

Taking advantage of the rain of swords falling all over the sky, affecting everyone's sight, when Zhang Xiaofan should be tired of defending against the rain of swords, Qi Hao drew out his sword, stabbing Zhang Xiaofan through the air, the speed was so fast that only an afterimage was left behind.

"Brother Daoxuan, the so-called one foot in front of you is the world of swords, and it is an absolute defense method. Monsters who are not qualified for swordsmanship cannot be practiced. Those who practice one foot in front of us must not be higher than Xiaofan. , you can’t break a foot in front of him.”

Huo Qiu has confidence in the one foot in front of him, even if Zhang Xiaofan is just getting a glimpse of the way now, without the cultivation base of the Supreme Purity Realm, he still can't break the one foot in front of him, it is his own world.

One sword qi is severed, there are tens of thousands of sword qi to make up for it, of course, the level is too high, Zhang Xiaofan has no time to replenish the sword qi, he is not the sword master Liu Bai, it is still weak to use now.

"Brother is a great talent, this kind of method can also be created."

Reverend Daoxuan praised him sincerely, and Mo Shanshan rolled his eyes when he saw it. If Huo Qiu was not her man, she would definitely expose Huo Qiu's background.

Taoist Cangsong's expression on the side changed slightly. This little junior was not easy to deal with. When he turned around and rebelled against Qingyun, he handed him over to Poison God and his party so that he would not make trouble.

"Senior Brother Qihao, be careful, I'm about to use my sword."

Zhang Xiaofan carried Ten Thousand Swords back to the sect, plus Qihao's startling sword, now it's his turn to strike, his sword is already buzzing and trembling with hunger and thirst.

Chapter 151 The Great River Sword Qi

Zhang Xiaofan moved, and the sword on his chest also moved, the tide-like sword intent broke through the blockage of ice and burst out from his body.

The time and space of the whole world seemed to be distorted, the pitted arena disappeared, and all Qingyun disciples, as well as the leaders of the peaks who watched the battle, disappeared from his world.

The head of Daoxuan rubbed himself up and stood up. If the one foot in front of him just now was a magical skill of absolute defense, then this thaumaturgy is the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

As if returning to the era when geniuses were born in large numbers, Wan Jianyi raised the dragon-slaying sword, led the crowd into the main altar of the Demon Cult, and carved his name on the statue of King Ming.