At this moment, Xuanyuanhu was sitting on the wooden board, and said with a dull expression: "I don't know, but how can the Eighth Prince know the Xuanyuan Yujian technique? Isn't that a single lineage of my Xuanyuan clan?"

Xuanyuanhu was stunned.

Moreover, it seems that the eighth prince is more familiar with the use of Xuanyuan Yujian than himself?

On the stage, Cheng Tian raised his hand to resist.

However, Li Chengfeng's two swords joined forces, and with one blow, Cheng Tian was slashed back twelve steps, almost falling into the ring.

…

Cheng Tian, ​​who came back to his senses, was once in a state of surprise.

His right hand was trembling constantly.

Because the strength of Li Chengfeng's swordsmanship is beyond ordinary people, a sword falls as heavy as a ten-thousand-jin boulder?

Cheng Tian no longer dared to win Li Chengfeng's second sword.

"No, this kid's swordsmanship has always been inscrutable, and he pretended in front of it? Could it be that he has really defeated the old sword master Yun Feiyang in terms of the artistic conception of the sword? How is this possible?"

Cheng Tian had scruples in his heart at this moment, and he didn't dare to act rashly anymore.

Immediately afterwards, he began to repeat the old tricks again.

Whenever Li Chengfeng attacked him, he began to observe Li Chengfeng's breathing, footsteps, and the speed and strength of his sword.

I have to admit that Li Chengfeng is much better than that Xuanyuanhu in the use of Xuanyuan Yujian.

Even Cheng Tian was a little overwhelmed. He was almost decapitated by Li Chengfeng's long sword several times!

"General Mo Xie? Isn't this the second of the top ten magic weapons in ancient times, the green and red long sword, General Mo Xie?"

In the crowd, someone recognized the two long swords again.

It caused a sensation.

In the eyes of everyone, a sword sword is very rare.

And Li Chengfeng actually owns three at the same time?

Sure enough, he is worthy of being the prince of the Tang Dynasty, what a great handwriting.

…

On the ring, Cheng Tian started to repeat the old tricks again.

He has developed his own domain of kendo, within his domain, he can gradually become familiar with the opponent's swordsmanship, and then master the weaknesses, killing with one blow!

As if in the water, Li Chengfeng is a small fish, and Cheng Tian is a great white shark.

The audience in the audience, the more they looked at it, the more something was wrong.

"Well, why did the eighth prince fall into Xuanyuanhu's footsteps? Eighth prince, hurry up and attack, attack the top of him, oops, hit the wrong place again, I said I want to hit the top of him, why did you hit the middle? Blocked!"

"I'm so anxious, let me go, I can see where Cheng Tian's weakness is!"

"The authorities are obsessed, but the bystanders are clear!"

…

The spectators in the audience shouted one after another.

However, only Xuanyuanhu knew the horror of Cheng Tian's sword technique.

After all, he experienced it himself!

Moreover, when he watched Li Chengfeng's swordsmanship, he was not weaker than himself, and his realm was not lower than himself. The sword, Mo Xie? Even better than his own saber.

But even so, the eighth prince still failed to hurt Cheng Tian?

Why?

Could it be that Xuanyuan Yu's swordsmanship is really bad?

No, actually Li Chengfeng was just playing games with Cheng Tian.

After all, it is very rare to meet a very powerful swordsman.

Li Chengfeng wanted to compete with him more.

However, among the crowd, probably only Yun Feiyang and Ye Jiandi could see the clues in Cheng Tian's sword technique.

Only Emperor Ye Jian said: "Yun Feiyang, this Cheng Tian's sword technique is very strange!"

Yun Feiyang nodded, and said: "Yes! You can attack when you advance, and you can defend when you retreat, just like a huge fan barrier! That should belong to his domain of swordsmanship!"

"Oh? The field of swordsmanship? In this world, there are not many people who can master the field of swordsmanship. Once mastered, it is equivalent to an invincible existence in the field! Then, do you think the Eighth Prince can still win?"

Emperor Ye Jian turned his head to look at Yun Feiyang.

Yun Feiyang stared at the ring seriously.

Finally, after pondering for a while, Yun Feiyang nodded and said: "The eighth prince should not be able to lose, that kid didn't use all his strength at all, I can see that!"

Emperor Ye Jian frowned, and said: "That's right, although I can see that the Eighth Prince has not tried his best, but if Yun Feiyang's domain is formed, the Eighth Prince will definitely not be able to defeat Yun Feiyang, he is still waiting What? Obviously he can use the strongest sword move to fight Cheng Tian, ​​but why doesn't he do it?"

"And I can see that the Eighth Prince's swordsmanship is indeed formidable. He is already a master of swordsmanship! Tsk tsk tsk, he hasn't come out of the mountain for 30 years, and there are already so many masters of swordsmanship in this world? Sigh! "

Emperor Ye Jian sighed.

Lament the speed of time.

On the other hand, Yun Feiyang said: "I think the eighth prince probably doesn't want to fight desperately. After all, it's just a competition, so there's no need to fight desperately, right?"

"However, if this continues, the Eighth Prince will lose, and Cheng Tian's advantage will become bigger and bigger!"

Ye Jiandi said worriedly.

Yun Feiyang smiled and said: "Haha, so there are only two possibilities! First, the eighth prince doesn't want to hurt people, and second, the eighth prince is just playing, purely playing a game! As for whether the eighth prince will lose? I'll tell you You, this is absolutely impossible!"

Yun Feiyang smiled and shook his head.

Emperor Ye Jian said: "Why are you so sure?"

Yun Feiyang said: "This old man's sword intent that has been cultivated for a year~lightnovelpub.net~ was broken by the Eighth Prince. A mere Cheng Tian wants to surpass the Eighth Prince in kendo kung fu? It's impossible!"

"He broke your sword intent? How is this possible?" Emperor Ye Jian was surprised.

Yun Feiyang said: "But the fact is that it is so! The old man has indeed never beaten the Eighth Prince!"

"Alright then, let's watch the battle!"

At this time, Emperor Ye Jian finally settled down and watched the competition on the ring!

…

In the arena.

In fact, Li Chengfeng also felt a little depressed.

He thought Cheng Tian's swordsmanship was very strange.

His own strength and speed are basically above Cheng Tian.

Be faster than him.

But every time he used his sword, Cheng Tian could block it?

Why is this?

After fighting for a while, Li Chengfeng finally understood.

It turned out that at the moment when he drew his sword, Cheng Tian had already prepared a defensive posture in advance?

In other words, before he even drew his sword, he put the long sword at the position where he was about to draw his sword, to resist his own attack?

Is this a prediction of swordsmanship?

In other words, Cheng Tian predicted in advance which part of Li Chengfeng's next swordplay would attack him a second earlier?

"My good fellow, there is such a sword technique? This Cheng Tian is really amazing!"

"If he continues to grow, he will probably be a great swordsman!"

Li Chengfeng couldn't help admiring.

First of all, Cheng Tian's swordsmanship is not weak.

Secondly, can Cheng Tian predict the location of other people's swords?

It can be said that if the strength cannot fully crush him, it is estimated that no one here is his opponent!