Supreme Medicinal God

Sun Ying is confident that his knife can cut a piece of high-gang rock that is half a man's height, and this small dagger can be smashed without destroying it.

Unexpectedly, what surprised him was that Nie Qingwu's small dagger not only supported the nine-hole large knife, but also showed a strong anti-shock force from the inconspicuous small dagger, neatly cutting his cold iron nine-ring knife. Mouth, cut out the gap of rice grain size.

He couldn't help changing his face, his heart was dying of pain, and he was secretly shocked. What kind of dagger is this, which is sharper than my nine-hole sword with a 60% cold iron?

Where did he know that this little dagger was not only made by the millennium cold iron, but also added the hardest star pattern steel in the ancient martial world.

Moreover, Nie Qingwu is only defensive, and he has not attacked with all his strength. Otherwise, this cold iron nine-ring knife is more than a gap of the size of a rice grain.

Seeing that Sun Ying had no complacent smile, Nie Qingwu smiled disdainfully as soon as she ate shit: "What's wrong? The knife is broken, why don't you take a good knife to fight me, you are too good. Do you have many weapons? Would you like me to wait for you? You can change a knife and fight again."

Sun Ying's face was red and white, and he wished to find a ground seam to drill in. This cold iron nine-ring knife is one of the few treasures in Taiyimen, which can't stop the little flying knife. Weapons can stop it.

He forced a smile out of his face: "It's just that there is a blade, no big deal, no need to change weapons, just use it to fight you."

He quickly withdrew his sword and was about to split it again. Nie Qingwu flew his hands in the air, and two gleaming flying knives came out, one left and one right, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, as fast as a fright, flying directly Sun Ying's eyebrows.

Sun Ying saw that the flying knife was shot, and the drawing knife was so blocked. Ding Ding, two crisp golden iron symphonies, two flying knifes were blocked by the nine-hole silver ring knife.

The block was blocked, and the silver light flickered, like Qionghua flying, and the two silver rings were cut to the ground.

"Oh, my sweetheart, the nine-ringed sword has become seven-ringed."

Sun Ying's face twitched in pain.

The silver ring on Sun Yingjiu's sword was smashed, the flying knife volleyed out, and he took it back into his hand. The several patriarchs in the stands were astonished.

Master Zhikong said in surprise: "Amitabha, this girl's flying sword is like the legendary swordsmanship."

Yue Zhuoqun was disdainful: "She is too far away from the swordsmanship, it is estimated that it is like a boomerang, and the flying knife has made hands and feet, which is convenient for roundabout return."

Mr. Mo Da shook his head: "Is afraid that her flying knife is close to a quasi-spiritual weapon, she can live with the flying knife, so she can recall the flying knife in time, which is similar to the legendary royal sword technique. ."

Swish, cold light flashed, and another flying knife shot.

A fierce look flashed in Sun Ying's eyes, spinning around Nie Qingwu suddenly, as fast as a phantom.

Sun Ying revolved around Nie Qingwu, while dancing the nine-hole cold iron sword in his hand, dancing the cold iron nine-hole sword with a fierce wind and a silver snake dancing wildly.

A weird phenomenon happened. There were three afterimages in the silver sword light.

Nie Qingwu couldn't help getting nervous, she couldn't tell the three afterimages, which one was the real Sun Ying, which two were the phantoms, when the four flying knives shot out, and shot three times in a row, they all passed through from the phantom .

Not only did he not hit Sun Ying, but he was cut by a knife, and he cut a few strands of ponytail. If it were not for her to bow her head a little faster, it might not be that few strands of hair.

Nie Qingwu is confident that his flying knife is invincible and very precise, and Sun Ying can't stop it at all.

But the silver ring on the cold iron nine-hole knife of the other party, the silver light emitted between the dances, and Sun Ying’s lightning-fast body, gave birth to two phantoms exactly like Sun Ying, making her unable to confirm which one is true Sun Ying, which phantom.

The time of one minute and one second passed, and the agreed time of 20 minutes was about to come. Nie Qingwu's flying knife was shot and recovered, and even the four-knife danced like a celestial girl scattered flowers, and still didn't hurt Sun Ying's clothes corner.

Nie Qingwu looked at the three silhouettes, looking a little distracted, with a trace of fragrant sweat on her forehead, a slight wrinkle on her eyebrows, and cast a glance at Ye Feng on the podium for help.

Ye Feng was also surprised. I didn’t expect the silver ring of the cold iron nine-ring knife to confuse people's eyes with sound, but to confuse the sight. Seeing that Nie Qingwu had eaten a secret loss, he was also a little annoyed. Fight it.

Silverlight, phantom, is to confuse the audience, making it impossible for people to judge which one is the ontology and which is the phantom.

For Ye Feng, this kind of trick is nothing more than a trick of a worm. As long as you attack with your mind, you can knock down the opponent. You are ten phantoms, and you are not afraid.

But Nie Qingwu can't attack Ye Feng's mind.

Since you can't see the truth and the truth, don't look at it. It's better to close your eyes and distinguish with your heart.

He slammed into the ring with an idea.

Nie Qingwu's mind suddenly sounded Ye Feng's voice: "It's true and false, true and false are indiscernible. Since your eyes can't tell the difference between true and false, close your eyes and use your heart to distinguish, let your flying knife automatically distinguish, everything depends on the feeling ."

Ye Feng, are you kidding me?Everything depends on the feeling, let the flying knife automatically distinguish?My flying knife is not a hot tracking missile, can it track automatically?

Despite questioning Ye Feng's method of telling himself, Nie Qingwu followed suit and gently closed her eyes.

Although she did not practice superbly, she also practiced for a while even though she did not reach the level of perfection.

She was surprised to find that she closed her eyes and was no longer harassed by silver light and phantoms. The feeling of anxiety disappeared and her heart became much calmer.

The nine-hole silver ring knife danced with the wind, the sound of the silver ring struck and jingled.

It seemed that a flash of lightning had crossed her mind, making her almost confused into a confused brain, clear and ethereal, and she found a way to track Sun Ying.

Even if the silver light is more dazzling and the phantom is more realistic, there is only one sound of the silver ring hitting the blade body, which is where Sun Ying is.

Her face is calm like water, like an ancient well, her hands are flying in the sky, just like an elegant dancer, any pose perfectly shows her beautiful posture.

Flutter, flutter, grunting painfully.

Boom, the nine-hole silver ring knife in Sun Ying's hand fell to the ground, making a harsh sound.

Knowing that he had hit the target, Nie Qingwu slowly opened his eyes and pulled a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

Her snowy, slender fingers made a light stroke, like a meteor catching the moon, and the four shining flying knives returned to her hand again.

Sun Ying's face was pale and trembling, and his wrists and legs were slashed around like a fountain, and blood was spraying outward. His nine-hole silver ring sword was also thrown under his feet.

(End of this chapter)