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- The mighty sword energy was like a river bursting its embankment, and it was uncontrollable. Hundreds of disciples in the field were forced to stagger and retreat far away from the violent wind.
Many shocked eyes turned to Nan Feiyun.
"Senior Nan, teach this madman a lesson."
"Master, don't let him go!"
"Madman, are you afraid now? Hurry up and kneel down and surrender."
Following Nan Feiyun's strong aura, many people shouted.
Seven nights stood still, the hunting wind rolled up his robe, and said calmly: "Shoot!"
Nan Feiyun held the long sword in his hand, and turned a deaf ear to the shouting words of the disciples, his eyes gradually became sharper.
He couldn't feel the depth of Qiye, but the other party simply stood there, giving him an extremely dangerous feeling, like a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath, no one could ignore it.
Buzz!
The long sword trembled slightly like a bee's wings, and Nan Feiyun's sword spread out lightly, like a white cloud floating from the sky, pure and sparse, yet unpredictable.
The previous astonishing momentum suddenly disappeared without a trace.
When martial arts has reached the level of Qixiang, there is the power of landslides and earth-shattering in every gesture. Fighting with masters often creates scenes like natural disasters and earth disasters, but Nan Feiyun's swordsmanship does not have the slightest aura of fireworks, like a child's play. The sword is erratic and powerless.
Whoosh!
A sword pierced into the wind.
Nan Feiyun took a step forward, slowly pushing the sword, and walked towards Qiye.
At this time, the surrounding area was completely silent. A disciple seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, and stared blankly at Nan Feiyun's sword.
That's it?
This is the first thought that popped up in some people's minds.
But they are not stupid after all, knowing Nan Feiyun's sword is not as simple as what they see in their eyes, it's all because they can't understand it.
But in Qiye's eyes, it was a different scene. With Nan Feiyun's sword pushing, the air within a radius of hundreds of feet gathered violently, and instantly concentrated into his sword.
The distance between the two sides gradually shortened.
When the two were ten feet away, Nan Feiyun yelled violently, and the ordinary long sword in his palm suddenly burst into light, and the turbulent air burst out loudly, and the boiling sword energy shot into the sky, like a sharp lightning that shattered the clouds. Chop!
And Nan Feiyun was also like an angry thunder, his body merged with the sword light suddenly, and the sword light shot up into the sky like lightning, and then blew down, slashing towards Qiye.
Everyone seemed to hear a Qingyue dragon chant in their ears.
The moment the sword light slashed down, Qiye moved, he stepped on his foot, his figure floated up, and he flew back several feet in an instant.
With a twist of Nan Feiyun's wrist, the sword is as powerful as a dragon, and it transforms into a phoenix that follows him like a shadow, rushing towards it.
Qiye tapped the air with her toes, and her figure flew towards the sky like a sharp arrow, straight up to the sky.
The sword light transformed by Nan Feiyun also folded in the air, chasing Qiye's figure from bottom to top, and the sword energy split into thousands, shooting like rain.
Qiye ascended to the sky for hundreds of feet, suddenly turned his body upside down, and slapped out with his backhand, pressing down on Jianguang below.
Boom!
In an instant, as if the sky had collapsed, the sword light that Nan Feiyun had activated shattered inch by inch and vanished in the air. come down.
With a loud 'bang' sound, Nan Feiyun fell to the ground, and countless cracks were cracked on the floor of the university grounds. The hearts of hundreds of disciples were all shocked, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
"Master!"
"Senior Nan!"
One after another figures rushed towards Nan Feiyun, but before they approached, they were swept up by a gust of wind and thrown out.
"Feiyun Sword Hall has a false name!" Qiye fell to Nan Feiyun's side, grabbed Nan Feiyun with his probing hand, and walked towards the door with great strides.
"Put down Master!" Seeing this scene, a famous disciple was furious and wanted to rush forward to rescue him, but he couldn't even get within seven nights and ten feet.
"Damn it, you have already won, why do you want to take Master away?"
"Dog thief, who are you? Do you dare to leave your name?"
Some disciples gritted their teeth and said with their eyes tearing open.
"What's your name?" Qiye paused without turning his head, and said calmly, "My name is Qiye. If you want to take revenge on me, remember it."
After saying that, with a flash of his figure, he swept away with Nan Feiyun, and disappeared in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.?All that remained were the distraught roars and howls of anger and humiliation from the disciples of Feiyun Sword Gym.
Qiye didn't see this scene, even if he saw it, he wouldn't have any more emotions.
In essence, he is an emotionless paper puppet, and all the emotions he expresses are just human settings and performances.
What kind of person Nan Feiyun is has no meaning to him, all his actions are just to achieve the goal of becoming stronger.
The attack on the Feiyun Sword Hall was just the beginning. Three days later, Qiye broke into the Qinghe Sword Sect and captured Master Yunshui, the patriarch of the Eight Elephants of the Qinghe Sword Sect.
Five days later, Qiye defeated the 'Jian Chi' on Wanjian Peak in Qingzhou and took him away, and this Jian Chi was also a master of Baxiang.
In just a few days, Qiye made only three shots, and his name has already become famous in the Black Wind Territory, and his name has spread to the ears of thousands of people in the Jianghu.
No one knows where the seven nights came from, and why they only singled out the strong swordsmen?
While people were speculating, Qiye had quietly entered Bazhou and arrived at Pei Yuan's place.
The bottom of the lake.
Chi Chi Chi Chi!
The real yuan tide was surging, Pei Yuan's face was pale, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked wearily at the three cards in his palm, and glanced at Qiye standing opposite him: "It's only been a few days, your efficiency is too fast .¡±
Nan Feiyun, Master Yunshui, and Jian Chi, although not as good as Li Shen, are also masters of seven or eight phenomena. Making them into cards gave Pei Yuan a taste of collapse.
"It's just adding three cards at once, can you bear it?"
Pei Yuan was slightly suspicious.
Qiye said: "It should be possible, as long as the three newly added cards and Li Shen reach a balance, but to be on the safe side, you should restore your skills first, so as not to be difficult to deal with."
An hour later, after recovering his skills, Pei Yuan watched as Qiye swallowed the cards one by one. Then, with a "squeak", a hole was opened in the body, followed by a crack on the face, and cracks opened one after another. crack.
Pei Yuan frowned, stretched out his palm, and poured a huge amount of real energy into the paper puppet's body, helping Qiye find a balance point.
The whole process lasted several hours, Qiye's shattered body slowly healed, and a more majestic breath spread out, shaking the upper membrane to tremble, and even Pei Yuan had to release his momentum to resist, he frowned and said : "Hold on, don't break the membrane and destroy my retreat! By the way, can your current combat power reach the level of a true 'I-phase'?" Genius remembered the address of this site in a second. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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