How the fox spirit is made

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Qi Qing poked Ji Mingze's shoulder and whispered, "Hey, tell me, who will win?"

Ji Mingze shook his head: "It's hard to say. I think the elder sister is very powerful. After all, she practices swords every day, but that Mr. Yan was sent by a famous family, so he won't be so bad."

"Then, the Double Ninth Sword Art..."

"Stop talking, they're fighting!"

Unexpectedly, Xie Yifei, who was the most calm, took the lead. She sprinted a few steps. Before everyone could see clearly, the blade of 倨làng had already touched the corner of Yan Gongyun's clothes. Cut sideways towards Yan Gongyun's waist.

Yan Gongyun is known as a genius of the Pengshan School, and has received advice from countless seniors, so he naturally doesn't pay attention to Xie Yifei's moves.He still stood on the same spot, bullied the wind and drew a circle in the air, blocking all the attacks of Lu làng, and Wan Xinghe's sword move was cut off halfway.

Facing Yan Gongyun's unyielding posture, Xie Yifei pressed and increased his strength, and found that the opponent was still holding the sword firmly, and smiled at Xie Yifei.

"..."

This is totally provocative!

Qi Qing twisted Ji Mingze's arm, stared at the battle situation intently, and couldn't help but marvel: "Wow, it's really...it's so powerful...Look at that sword!"

"It's quite powerful, you can't even lift a sword well, so you just looked at it."

"Cut, let me tell you."

The smile on Yan Gongyun's face hadn't disappeared yet, and the bully wind slid under the blade like a loach, and went straight to Xie Yifei's waist.

Xie Yifei dodged sideways, with the icy glint of the blade, blocking the attack of the bullying wind in front of him, and then deflected Yan Gongyun's sword edge with one move, and took advantage of the situation to use the most forceful move in Chongyang swordsmanship-- --Zhan Yaoming, the sword Qi slashed down, and the Qi wave shook Yan Gongyun's wide sleeves.

Yan Gongyun couldn't see the depth of Xie Yifei's cultivation, and knew at this moment that he should not be underestimated. The bullying wind in his hand couldn't be stopped for a while, and he took a half step back, and his expression became more dignified.

"...There are still two more."

He no longer played tricks like a child's play, and the bullying wind didn't pass by lightly, the sword's edge was so powerful for a while, he all attacked Xie Yifei's weak point, and the sword wind immediately cut several corners of his clothes.

Xie Yifei stretched out his left foot, pressed his leg, raised his head to avoid the bullying wind's sweeping dang, and sent the arrogant làng to Yan Gongyun's chest, his left leg also made a gesture to trip the opponent, but the opponent's foot was extremely stable, and the bullying The wind is tightly blocked.

In just a few moments, the two had passed several hands, and the sword light was flickering, and for a moment they couldn't distinguish the figures of the two fighting.

"What should I do? I'm so nervous, will Xie Yifei win..." Qi Qing was so anxious that she stomped her feet on the spot again, and squeezed Ji Mingze's flesh again.

"Hiss...Little Ancestor, lighten up, the skin has been pulled off by you!" Ji Mingze threw off Qi Qing, and when he looked back into the arena, his eyes widened in surprise, "Eh, eh, how could it be..."

The blade of 倨làng is thin, because the master considered that Xie Yifei is a girl when making it, and hoped that she would practice soft and flexible swordsmanship, but Yan Gongyun practiced straight and straight swords , coupled with the fact that bullying wind is made of fine iron by famous craftsmen, it is better than làng, under Xie Yifei's hard carrying, what he got in exchange was only the cheeks and broken hair cut by Jianfeng, in the end, she carried the opponent to death The chopping sword move.

"You can't do it, your sword will crack." Yan Gongyun condescendingly smiled at her, looking extremely needy at the moment.

"Then try it."

Xie Yifei lowered his mouth calmly, paused for a few moments, and then lifted the sword up again. As expected, the opponent also increased his pressure.

The small gap made by the blow on the sword was pressed again, and the crack spread instantly, and then it was broken into two pieces and fell to the ground.

"Snapped!"

The broken blade flew out, leaving a white trace on the ground.

Yan Gongyun slowly withdrew his chopping movement, stepped back a few steps, and said with a usual attitude: "You lost. The sword is broken, how can a sword repairer fight?"

"I said it's not over yet."

"Oh?"

Xie Yifei let go of the hand holding the hilt of the sword, and the shattered làng made a crisp collision sound on the ground. Her lowered eyebrows and eyes suddenly lifted up, and her body skills were brought to the extreme, forcing her to get close to Yan Gongyun. After a blow of sword wind, he moved sideways and quickly took out a long sword from his arms and put it on the neck of Yan Gongyun, who was unresponsive.

This long sword is nothing more than a làng, it looks gray and inconspicuous, but it carries a black air, lingering around the blade, and an unreasonable sense of heaviness rushes towards the face.

Her panting was still a little short, but her eyes were bright, and there were small bloodstains flowing down her cheeks to her neckline.

"you lose."

Her tone was calm, as if she was talking about how the meal tasted last night.

Yan Gongyun stayed where he was, and it was difficult to maintain the decent smile that he had always maintained. The corners of his mouth could not be raised or lowered. In desperation, he had no choice but to wait for his master Xi Dai to speak.

"Senior, what do you think of the Chongyang sword technique?"

After waiting for a long time without waiting for the old man Xi Dai's response, Xie Yifei had no choice but to turn his head to urge him. Unexpectedly, the old man Xi Dai was even more surprised than his disciple Yan Gongyun at this time, and ran down from the seat with wide eyes. Can't say a word.

"You, you, you, you, this is..."

"Master, just say what you want to say." Yan Gongyun felt ashamed.

"No, you, you, you..." Old man Xi Dai patted his heaving chest, swallowed again, and then stared into Xie Yifei's eyes and asked word by word, "...I, I read it right, right?" , This...the Nine Star Thorn has appeared in this world!?"

"Nine-star thorn? Tingfeng Jun's fairy weapon?" Now Yan Gongyun's eyes widened, and he couldn't stop aiming at the nine-star thorn.

"Maybe." Xie Yifei called out to the group of Chongyang sect disciples, "Come here."

The disciples were not stupid, none of them dared to move, Qi Qing immediately ran up to hold her arm, and immediately felt that the other party put most of his weight on her body as if he was out of strength.

Qi Qing: "..."

On the surface, Xie Yifei was still untouched. The nine-star thorn that had lost its spiritual power quickly shrank into a small dagger, and she took it back into her arms: "It's just a cheap gadget from Chongyang, not a fairy weapon."

"Senior, we still have something to do, so let's go ahead."

"...Oh, good! Xiaoyou Xie often comes to Fushitang to look for the old man when he has time, and my disciple also needs to find someone of the same age to hone his skills!" Old man Xi Dai kept rubbing his hands, with a flattering smile in his smile, he couldn't stop Pushed Yan Gongyun, "Disciples, go and see them off!"

"..."

The old man Xi Dai watched the backs of Qi Qing and Xie Yifei, but his eyes became more serious, and then stopped Qi Qing.

"Hey, why are you calling me? I don't know swordsmanship, and my practice is not very good..."

"It's not this." The old man Xi Dai stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes, "Little friend Fox... why was a section of your memory cut?"

"Huh? Is there?"

"According to the old man, it seems to be... um, the Forgetting the Dust Curse? Little friend Fox, do you feel that a certain memory is fuzzy?"

"...It seems to be." Qi Qing reached out and grabbed the cloud pattern pendant on her chest, "For example, I don't know where this pendant came from, and I don't know how many things I have forgotten, but I am afraid it is very important to me."

"This kind of spell is rare. I don't know the purpose of the caster, so I'm afraid it will be bad for you..."

Xie Yifei lowered his head, his heart was overwhelmed, but he held Qi Qing's hand silently.

The old man Xi Dai is also a human being, smiling on the surface, according to the sound transmission of the spell: "Little friend Fox, the caster of the spell is not high-level, if you go to the old place to revisit, maybe you can remember a little bit."