The true disciples of each sect are already in a competitive relationship, not to mention that Qi Huan has declared that he wants to take a seat in the Weapon Casting Hall.
Which one can accept.
If someone really took away one of the seats, the Weapon Casting Hall would be laughed at.
Seeing Xu Yunfan standing still with the Thunderfire Qilin Hammer leisurely on his shoulder, Qi Huan no longer hesitated. The tendons of his hind feet suddenly contracted, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the blue brick ground.
At the same time, he slapped the sword case, and the fine steel sword case suddenly cracked, revealing six swords of different lengths.
Qi Huan pressed his hand casually, and his body was like an arrow shot from a bow, tearing through the air with a sharp sound. The three-foot-six-inch sword he took out turned into a stream of light and went straight for Xu Yunfan's throat.
Before the sword arrived, the air compressed in front of the blade had already cut through the falling locust leaves three feet away.
The envoy from Jiuyao Sect looked at it with a hint of appreciation.
"This Qi Huan was competing for a spot in the mountain, and although he was two places short, his swordsmanship was truly amazing."
He turned his head to look at the young man standing beside him with a bored look on his face.
"Watch carefully, heroes emerge endlessly in the world. Although Tiangong Cave excels in mechanical engineering and weapon forging, their martial arts should not be underestimated and have their own unique features."
The young man was quite helpless: "I understand, Master."
In the field, Xu Yunfan twisted his waist and hips suddenly, and his knotted trapezius muscles bulged, causing cracks in his clothes.
The extremely heavy hammer head brushed against the spine of the sword, and as the handle of the hammer rubbed in his palm, his blood and energy surged, and strands of lava actually emerged from the handle of the hammer.
The nine meteorite iron beads hidden in the hammer body were stimulated by the centrifugal force of the cloak hammer, and instantly burst out with a tiger's roar.
Qi Huan's eyes were bright and he could naturally feel the amazing power of this heavy hammer.
The sword was withdrawn at the critical moment, and the blue-black blood vessels bulged out of Qi Huan's deltoid muscles.
The high-frequency stabs unique to Qiandielang's swordsmanship turned into sixteen cold stars. The friction between the sword spine and the air actually turned dark red, and the tip of the sword landed accurately on the head of the Thunder Fire Kirin Hammer.
The blazing sparks actually neutralized the powerful force of the hammer.
Xu Yunfan was suddenly surprised. He did not expect that Qi Huan's swordsmanship was so amazing, like waves upon waves. He could indeed be called the first disciple of Cangfeng Pavilion and the best among the young generation of Tiangong Cave.
The two men moved swiftly, hammers and swords clashing.
Qi Huan naturally did not dare to use the long sword in his hand to clash head-on with the heavy hammer. Not to mention that the heavy hammer was a treasure, hammer-type weapons were powerful and strong in every move, which was not something that the three-foot long sword in his hand could withstand.
Therefore, use the Thousand Waves Style more often, swinging the sword at a high frequency to offset the opponent's heavy attacks.
Xu Yunfan shouted softly, and the brachioradialis muscles in his arms tightened like steel cables. The third move of the Thirty-Six Cloak Hammers, "Mountain Splitting Style", came crashing down with the inertia accumulated from the previous fifteen hammers.
The moment the hammer and sword collided, sparks burst out from the blade and the hammer surface in a fan-shaped rain of light.
Qi Huan's blood rushed to his head, his face turned red, and the palm of his hand holding the sword was torn in an instant, but he used the huge force of the hammer to turn around and release the force, and his deerskin boots plowed a seven-foot gully in the ground.
The long sword in his hand shattered under such a fierce attack.
The great vein on Xu Yunfan's right arm bulged like a python, and the airflow caused by the hammer's swing back actually shook the weapon rack three meters away.
The dark and bright color of the Thunder Fire Qilin Hammer showed traces of red, and even faintly carried traces of electric arcs.
Xu Yunfan carried the heavy hammer on his shoulder and looked at Qi Huan with a smile.
"Brother Qi, thank you for letting me."
Qi Huan's face suddenly showed a smile: "Junior brother, do you know what my Tiangong Cave is best at?"
As he spoke, he pulled out a soft sword from his waist, and a silver dragon swam and shone in his hand. Faintly, the sound of a dragon's roar could be heard from the sword's spine, and the scales on the sword body emitted a cold, azure light.
On the high platform, Zhan Yan suddenly stood up, showing a strange look on his face, and turned to look at Bao Yan, the head of the Cangfeng Pavilion who was calm and composed.
"The treasure of Cangfeng Pavilion, the Wandering Dragon Green Mirage, is something that Master Bao is willing to part with."
Bao Yan grinned: "Qi Huan taught me the true teachings of Hidden Sword, so it is only natural that he has a precious weapon with him."
There were a series of exclamations from the audience. The fifth of the seven secret treasures of Tiangong Cave Cangfeng Pavilion was emitting cold light in Qi Huan's palm.
Xu Yunfan was surprised to see this, but more so, he felt helpless.
"Brother Qi, if you insist on doing this, I'm afraid I'll use too much force and won't be able to control myself and hurt you."
Who could stand such words? Qi Huangde found it extremely harsh and couldn't help but groan.
"Try it?"
Xu Yunfan no longer hesitated. He shook the Thunder Fire Kirin Hammer in his hand. Suddenly, a buzzing sound came out, and the thunder patterns on the hammer surface lit up one after another.
His muscles and bones exploded with a sound like frying beans, and his originally bronze skin suddenly took on a golden luster, with strands of blood lines created by the Tianchan Jin appearing on his skin.
"Golden Jade Knocks! Perfect Skin Training?!"
The sound of teacups breaking came from the west side of the spectator seats.
The purple clay teapot in the hands of the old man in green robes fell to the ground and shattered. He looked incredulous, "The people in Tiangong Cave are really powerful. There is actually someone who has reached the perfection of skin training... No wonder they are holding a ceremony to pass on the true teachings."
Next to the Jiuyao Sect, the somewhat lazy young man suddenly became serious.
Hong Baichuan, who was sitting upright at the main desk on the high platform, suddenly sat up straight and opened his eyes.
He glanced at Zhan Yan, whose face was about to burst with laughter.
"I didn't expect that you, an old man, could hide it so deeply."
Bao Yan from Zangfeng Pavilion on the side was even more furious, and kept saying it was impossible!
He didn't even notice that the porcelain cup in his hand was crushed and the tea spilled all over the floor.
"How is that possible?!"
Qi Huan, who saw the strange phenomenon on Xu Yunfan, suddenly remembered that in order to compete for the spot to enter the mountain, the first five people were all masters who had trained their muscles, bones and skin to perfection.
He was suppressed with one hand.
That deep feeling of powerlessness turned into anger that surged in his chest.
"I don't believe it!"
Qi Huan's face was distorted, and the silver dragon in his hand turned into a rain of light all over the sky.
The sword wind brought about by Qian Dielang's ultimate sword technique, "A Hundred Rivers Return to the Sea", actually pressed the torches at the four corners of the martial arts field to the ground and swayed.
The long sword fell to the ground like a stream of light, and the man followed the sword, and in an instant he was close to Xu Yunfan.
But when the sword tip that should have pierced through the iron armor pierced Xu Yunfan's throat, it only made a sound like metal colliding with stone.
Xu Yunfan's body was covered in golden light, and his muscular latissimus dorsi muscles tore the hemp clothes into pieces.
The heavy hammer had been blocking in front of Xu Yunfan without him knowing when. Qi Huan's trump card sword hit the Thunder Fire Kirin Hammer, but he couldn't even move the heavy hammer a bit.
The moment Qi Huan lost consciousness, the Thunder and Fire Kirin Hammer wrapped in a red cyclone came crashing down. Before the hammer arrived, the surging strong wind had already crushed Qi Huan's iron hair crown into powder.
"clang!"
The body of the Youlong Qingmi Sword bent into an astonishing arc, and spider-web cracks appeared on the nine-forged tungsten steel sword spine. The sword energy that continued to burst out from the long sword overflowed, shooting small holes in the surrounding blue bricks.
The sleeves of Qi Huan's arms were blown into strips of cloth, and the muscles in his forearms were twitching uncontrollably.
Xu Yunfan let out a muffled thunder from his throat, and when the force of the hammer was gone, he suddenly changed his moves to the thirty-six-move cloak hammer killing move.
Rolling back the Milky Way.
clang!
The sound of metal clashing suddenly exploded!