Chapter 127 Fighting

Seeing the three flying swords in Su Zimo's palm, there was an uproar in the audience!

If it were an ordinary three-handed flying sword, it would not necessarily attract everyone's surprise.

But this is a three-handed low-grade flying sword!

Even if Su Zimo won the first place in Qifeng and could be rewarded with a low-grade spirit tool, what happened to the other two?

Even most of the disciples of Lingfeng, who are famous for their combat power, do not have low-grade spiritual weapons. This Su Zimo has just been worshipped in the sect for less than a year, and he actually took out three handles at once?

Many of the trial disciples below were instantly jealous.

"The first adult is too biased, why should he give him three low-quality spiritual tools?"

"Maybe Su Zimo won the first place in this year's Shuangfeng."

"What happened to Shuangfeng No. 1, there is no such rule in the sect!"

"That's right, why don't you give us one? I've been in the sect for two years, and I haven't gotten a low-grade spiritual weapon."

Not to mention the sect disciples below, even the head of Wufeng was stunned for a moment.

Xuan Yi's heart moved, a flash of brilliance flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself, "Could it be that this son has already become a three-talented sword formation?"

Xuan Yi thought about it again: "Impossible, the time is too short, how is this possible!"

Hearing the discussion below, Wen Xuan frowned, looked slightly sideways, and looked at the bad old man beside him.

The old man noticed Wen Xuan's gaze and snorted softly, "You don't think that these three flying swords were given to Su Zimo by me, right?"

The young man with Hefa suddenly said: "These three flying swords are almost the same in size and shape, and they should be from the same craftsman. There are no three flying swords that are almost the same in the Spirit Tool Pavilion."

"That is to say, these three flying swords were made by Su Zimo himself?" The Leng Yan woman raised her eyebrows with surprise.

Xuan Yi nodded and said, "It should be."

With the eyes of the real person Jindan, as long as you distinguish carefully, you can naturally see that Su Zimo's three flying swords are no different, and it is impossible to take them out from the Spirit Tool Pavilion.

The young Hefa smiled and said, "No wonder he made a low-grade giant axe for the little fat man in Lingfeng during the competition in Qifeng that day. It turns out that he already has three flying swords."

"I have to say that this son's accomplishments in refining tools are really good. In less than a year, he was able to refine three low-grade spirit tools. It seems that his unique method of gathering spirits is still a little bit. usefulness."

On the battlefield.

Seeing Su Zimo's three flying swords, Feng Haoyu was also slightly startled, the surprise in his eyes just flashed, and it turned into mockery, he couldn't help laughing: "Su Zimo, Su Zimo, do you think there are three swords? Feijian, can you fight me?"

"You can try."

Su Zimo said lightly.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The three flying swords were suspended in front of Su Zimo, the sword body trembled slightly, and the sound of the sword roaring could be heard incessantly.

"it is good!"

Feng Haoyu's eyes brightened, and he snorted softly, "Today I will show you what real strength is!"

"go!"

Feng Haoyu stood motionless, waved his hand, and a spiritual energy disappeared into the flying sword.

The spirit lines on the sword flickered, and the light was brilliant.

call out!

The flying sword turned into a stream of light, and at a very fast speed, it went straight to Su Zimo's head and stabbed it.

The sword has not yet arrived, and the cold air strikes!

Su Zimo froze in his heart.

In a sense, this duel was the first fight he had used the means of cultivating immortals after he stepped into the cultivation world.

Feng Haoyu's sword was faster than Su Zimo imagined, more elegant and unpredictable!

Su Zimo's expression did not change, he divided into two flying swords to intercept the oncoming flying sword, controlled the third flying sword, and went straight to Feng Haoyu to attack and kill!

"Um?"

Feng Haoyu narrowed his eyes slightly.

He did not expect that Su Zimo not only failed to defend with all his strength, but even dared to fight back!

"court death!"

Feng Haoyu put his fingertips a little away, and scolded lightly: "Ji!"

The flying sword that was galloping in mid-air radiated brilliant light, and its speed skyrocketed, directly breaking through the defenses of Su Zimo's two flying swords, and came to the front in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the two flying swords that Su Zimo intercepted turned out to be decorations.

"it is good!"

Seeing this scene, many disciples below couldn't help but shout.

The flying sword is right in front of you, the sword is strong, and the sword light is dazzling. If you were a normal Qi practitioner, I am afraid that you would have been scared to death.

However, Su Zimo was not in a hurry, his feet moved slightly, and he did not move much, but he avoided Feng Haoyu's blow dangerously and dangerously.

Feijian passed by Su Zimo, but he didn't hurt him one bit!

Seeing this scene, the head of Wufeng's eyes lit up and nodded secretly.

Feng Haoyu did not expect that Su Zimo could dodge this sword.

At the same time, Su Zimo's third flying sword had already stabbed in front of Feng Haoyu.

While turning the flying sword, Feng Haoyu took out a silver shield from the storage bag, injected spiritual energy, rose against the wind, and stood in front of him.

when!

The flying sword collided with the shield, and a harsh sound erupted.

This shield was just a reward that Feng Haoyu picked at the Spirit Treasure Pavilion of Qifeng after he won the first place in Lingfeng.

Su Zimo's other two flying swords surrounded Feng Haoyu's flying sword, constantly colliding and fighting with it.

For a time, Feng Haoyu's flying sword was restrained by Su Zimo's two flying swords, and it was difficult to break through the block.

On the other side, Su Zimo's third flying sword was constantly attacking Feng Haoyu.

And Feng Haoyu can only passively defend.

Seeing this scene, all the disciples present were dumbfounded, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

The battle situation in front of them is completely different from what they expected.

When they think about it, the difference in strength between the two is so big that it takes at most three rounds to decide the winner.

But now, when the two fought each other, Feng Haoyu was at a disadvantage and could only passively defend.

Su Zimo, who has three low-grade flying swords, coupled with his proficient sword-fighting skills, completely restricted Feng Haoyu's performance!

"It doesn't make sense."

"Su Zimo is only at the ninth level of condensing energy. Even if he has two flying swords, it is impossible for him to challenge Senior Brother Feng head-on. How do I feel that the strength of the two is similar."

The disciples below looked puzzled and frowned.

Only the little fat man vaguely knew the details of Su Zimo.

Back then, when the two were in the cave, Su Zimo was able to compete with him on the eighth level of Qi Condensation by virtue of his Qi Condensation seventh-layer cultivation.

By analogy, although Su Zimo is one level apart from Feng Haoyu, he should be in a state of equals.

Seeing this scene, the first of the five peaks naturally looks different.

The old man looked surprised and refreshed.

The first Wenxuan in Lingfeng frowned secretly.

With the eyesight of Master Jindan, it is natural to see that Su Zimo's level of sword control is no less than that of most of Lingfeng's disciples.

In addition, there are three low-grade flying swords to help, and the strength has been improved.

Of course, the first seat of Wufeng couldn't understand why Su Zimo, who was at the ninth level of Qi condensing, could compete with Feng Haoyu, who was condensing Qi with great perfection, without falling behind.

The three flying swords kept colliding and fighting beside Su Zimo.

Feng Haoyu's flying sword was obviously more agile and elegant, but under the restriction of the two flying swords, it was unable to pierce Su Zimo's body.

On the contrary, Su Zimo's third flying sword continued to attack Feng Haoyu.

Feng Haoyu could only rely on the low-grade defensive shield to block, and it was difficult for him to fight back for a while, but he seemed a little embarrassed.

The battle situation has fallen into a stalemate!

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