Zhong Shenxiu moved.
There was no warning about his figure, as if he was thrown out by a spring. He stepped on the ground with his right foot, and his whole body turned into a golden afterimage and rushed towards Wu Zhangkong. Light-Imperial Ninja Blade was lifted from the bottom up, the blade drew an arc, and went straight to Wu Zhangkong's ribs with a harsh sound of breaking wind.
There's nothing fancy about this knife, it's just fast.
When Tang Wulin was approaching, his eyes couldn't follow the trajectory of the blade, and he only saw a flash of golden light.
Wu Zhangkong is not hardwired.
His figure suddenly became illusory, his footwork changed, and his whole figure seemed to split into several afterimages - Tang Sect Secret Arts, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.
Light-Imperial Ninja Blade's blade passed through one of the afterimages, cutting only the air.
Zhong Shenxiu's vertical pupils shrank, and the blade suddenly changed direction in mid-air, slashing horizontally.
Wu Zhangkong's body has appeared three feet away on his right side. Heavenly Frost Sword thrust diagonally, and the tip of the sword went directly to Zhong Shenxiu's shoulder socket.
Zhong Shenxiu didn't retreat. He slapped the sword blade of Heavenly Frost Sword with his left hand. At the same time, he retracted the sword with his right hand and hit Wu Zhangkong's face with the handle.
If it were hit hard this time, with Zhong Shenxiu's strength, Wu Zhangkong's facial bones would be cracked.
Wu Zhangkong tilted his head, and the sword hilt brushed against his temples, causing the strong wind to cut off several sky-blue hairs. At the same time, he turned his wrist, Heavenly Frost Sword avoided Zhong Shenxiu's palm, and pressed down on the sword tip, pointing towards Zhong Shenxiu's knees.
Zhong Shenxiu raised his leg and kicked Wu Zhangkong in the lower abdomen.
This kick came so fast and fierce that Wu Zhangkong had to put away his sword and retreat. Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track started again and slid two steps back to avoid this kick.
In the first round, neither of them took advantage.
Zhong Shenxiu landed, tiptoed, and jumped up again.
This time, his attack was even more fierce. Light-Imperial Ninja Blade opened and closed widely, and the knife struck at Wu Zhangkong's vital part. Each knife was accompanied by the sound of whistling wind. He did not defend, only attacked. Wherever the blade passed, the air was cut open, making a sharp scream.
Wu Zhangkong's Heavenly Frost Sword is much more agile. His swordsmanship is elegant and sharp, and his sword movement is light and agile. He does not compete head-on with Zhong Shenxiu, but uses Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to constantly change directions and test the sword from various angles.
For a moment, the training ground was filled with flashes of swords, golden light and cold light.
The clanking metal sounds were as dense as rain, and every sound stung people's eardrums.
Zhong Shenxiu slashed with the knife, with such force that it seemed to split the ground. Wu Zhangkong sidestepped to avoid it, and the blade struck the stone slab on the ground, leaving a three-inch deep mark and causing gravel to fly.
Wu Zhangkong took advantage of Zhong Shenxiu to retract the knife and stabbed Heavenly Frost Sword straight into his throat.
Zhong Shenxiu advanced instead of retreating, tilted his head to avoid the tip of the sword, Light-Imperial Ninja Blade lifted it from bottom to top, and slashed towards Wu Zhangkong's sword-holding wrist.
Wu Zhangkong flipped his wrist, Heavenly Frost Sword drew a circle, and the sword blade hit the back of Light-Imperial Ninja Blade's knife, removing the knife. At the same time, his figure separated again Split, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track unfolded, and three afterimages appeared on the left, right and rear of Zhong Shenxiu at the same time. Each afterimage held a sword, and it was impossible to tell which one was real and which one was fake.
Zhong Shenxiu's vertical pupils shrank suddenly.
He didn't distinguish between true and false - he didn't need to.
The golden Soul Power erupted from the body, forming a circle of air waves visible to the naked eye around the body. Two of the three afterimages were washed away by the air waves, and the remaining one - the one behind - remained motionless.
Zhong Shenxiu turned around, Light-Imperial Ninja Blade slashed horizontally.
Wu Zhangkong's sword has arrived.
The tip of Heavenly Frost Sword's sword touched Light-Imperial Ninja Blade's blade, making a crisp sound of metal and metal. Zhong Shenxiu's sword was missed by three inches, but at the same time, his left fist had already been blasted out, heading straight for Wu Zhangkong's chest.
Wu Zhangkong stretched out his left hand, spread his fingers, and slapped Zhong Shenxiu's fist with his palm.
Bang!
Their fists and palms met, and air waves exploded. The two of them took two steps back at the same time, leaving traces on the ground with their soles.
Wu Zhangkong glanced down at the palm of his left hand - it was red and aching from the shock of Zhong Shenxiu's punch. He frowned slightly and re-examined the young man in front of him.
Zhong Shenxiu's power far exceeded his expectations.
This is not a gap between Soul Power, but a physical gap. The blood in this boy's body has brought his physical fitness to an extremely ridiculous level. His pure physical strength can actually compete with him, Six-Ring Soul Emperor, without falling behind.
Wu Zhangkong took a deep breath, and the light in his eyes became brighter.
He did not use more Soul Power for blessing, but held the Heavenly Frost Sword in his hand horizontally in front of him, with the tip of the sword pointed at Zhong Shenxiu.
Zhong Shenxiu's vertical pupils reflected the cold light of Heavenly Frost Sword, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
Light-Imperial Ninja Blade turned it around in the palm of his hand, with the blade facing forward, and the golden halo on the blade became more intense.
The two of them rushed out almost at the same time.
The swords collided again.
This time it was faster and stronger.
Zhong Shenxiu's sword skills are unstructured. Each sword is struck with all his strength, leaving no room for self-protection. He just wants to split the person in front of him. Light-Imperial Ninja Blade is like a golden dragon in his hands, with fierce swords and desperate movements.
Only attack but not defend, you are unparalleled in the world!
Wu Zhangkong's sword Laws is much more exquisite. Sometimes his Heavenly Frost Sword is as dense as running water, and sometimes as sharp as an ice blade, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track under his feet kept changing, causing Zhong Shenxiu's fierce attacks to fall into the air again and again. But his counterattacks became more and more fierce, and every sword was filled with frost. Wherever the sword blade passed, the water vapor in the air was condensed into tiny ice crystals.
The two of them were fighting in the center of the training ground, with swords and swords intertwining into an airtight web.
Tang Wulin and Xie Xie had retreated to the corner, staring at the showdown in stunned silence.
"This... is this a battle without Soul Skill?" Xie Xie's voice was trembling.
Tang Wulin shook his head and was speechless.
Just watching the swords of the two men collide, he felt his skin hurt. With that kind of speed and power, if it were him who was in charge, he wouldn't be able to catch a single move.
Gu Yue stood there, his black eyes staring at Zhong Shenxiu's movements for a moment.
She is observing.
This boy's fighting style is too brutal, he doesn't defend at all, and uses all his Soul Power and physical strength to attack. But his attack speed is too fast and the power is too great, so that the opponent has no spare power to counterattack, and can only be forced to defend or dodge.
This is a fighting method based on absolute numerical crushing.
No skills or strategies are required, just use speed and strength to crush your opponent to death.
Gu Yue's mouth curved slightly.
Interesting.
Xu Xiaoyan stood at the back, covering her mouth with both hands, her eyes widened. She had completely forgotten what she had been scolded just now, and there was only one thought left in her mind--
It turns out this is Class Zero.
In the center of the training ground, Zhong Shenxiu and Wu Zhangkong once again fought against each other.
The moment the swords intersected, golden halo and white cold light exploded at the same time, and the air waves spread in all directions. The two of them were knocked back at the same time, Zhong Shenxiu took five steps back, and Wu Zhangkong took three steps back.
Zhong Shenxiu's breathing became a little faster, but his vertical pupils were still bright, and his fighting spirit was not diminished at all.
Wu Zhangkong looked at the small gap that had been created in his Heavenly Frost Sword, and was silent for a moment.
A complex emotion flashed across his eyes - not anger, nor surprise, but a kind of... relief.
He raised his head and looked at Zhong Shenxiu.
"That's enough."
It wasn't loud, but everyone in the training ground could hear it clearly.