"It's a coincidence."

The boxing slave nodded, looked at the sword slave, and continued, "But if it is really as you and I guess, then Master Leng is afraid that he will lose this sword contest."

"If you do your best, Master Leng may not be able to hold on to thirty moves."

Jiannu spoke lightly, "But did you notice that Wei Wuhen didn't seem to have any intention of winning. His swords and sword moves have all taken the path of success, and it is obvious that he has left enough water. It seems that he just wants to survive a hundred moves and does not want to attract attention."

The boxer smiled helplessly, "This kid is afraid that he doesn't know the temper of Xiaozhu Leng. If he really lets go like this and only wants to lose, he may have a hundred moves after a hundred moves. In the end, he will anger Xiaozhu Leng, and it will lead to a life-and-death battle."

Jiannu sighed, "You and I are not afraid of being unable to intervene. If Wei Wuhen is really the identity we guessed, with his scheming and scheming, he will definitely have a solution to it, and you and I can just watch it on the wall."

While the two were chatting, the battle within Fengyuping had heated up rapidly, but Wei Yuan did not choose to fight head-on. He mostly wandered around and picked swords and tried to avoid head-on confrontation. The fight was so easy, and it could even be said that he didn't even take a breath.

On the other hand, Fu Qiu Leng, the more fierce the battle, her face became more and more cold as her name.

Fu Qiu Leng learned sword skills from Jiannu since she was a child. He was called a genius whose swordsmanship talent could surpass that of the Leiyin Palace Sikong Duoyue. She naturally could see that Wei Yuan had enough energy, and it could be said that he didn't even take it seriously. Is he looking down on himself?

The more I think about it, the more angry I am, the more fierce the sword will become. The force in my hand is repeatedly raised, intending to force Wei Yuan to take it seriously.

It’s a pity that no matter how fast the Flouqiu Leng’s sword is or how high the sword is, Wei Yuan still looks as calm as he is. He retreats and fights, and is lukewarm. He can choose occasionally at the most appropriate time to bounce the opponent’s sword with clever strength.

The swords between the two were vaguely competing with each other, and Fu Qiu Nuan, who had not yet entered the Jiandao road, was excited to see the girl's blood. The little girl cheered for her sister Leng, and then encouraged Wei Yuan to take a few more moves. The meaning of the three words "fence-skinned grass" in the world was fully displayed on the little girl.

Finally, Fu Qiu Leng slashed with a sword, and the sword energy spread out. Wei Yuan retreated more than ten feet. This time she did not pursue him, but just looked at the man with a light face and said, "Did Xiling's sword skills only teach you to escape?"

Wei Yuan grinned and did not answer. This immediately made Fu Qiu's cold face become colder, "If you are a man, just compete with me. I can see that you have extraordinary sword skills. Even if you win today, I promise you that Taolin will definitely not make things difficult for you."

Hearing this, Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that this girl felt afraid of death and dared not win, so she was so timid. But that's fine. Since she had put on a pole, Wei Yuan would just climb up.

At this point, Fu Qiu Leng stopped talking and came with his sword. His momentum continued to rise and his momentum was still so rapid, without giving Wei Yuan any chance to react.

The sword light pierced straight to the door. Wei Yuan was not anxious or impatient, his mouth was slightly raised, and he still pulled open with a sword. Then he avoided the heavy and light, and could hide if he could, and he was like a loach and freely traveling among countless sword shadows.

Fu Qiu Leng only felt that every sword she had cut into the bottomless pool. The force was drained and she could never be retrieved. This fight made her extremely frustrated. Faced with Wei Yuan's blind dodging, her sword cultivation could not be exerted by five or six.

What's even more hateful is that Fu Qiu Leng was desperately slashing his sword, while Wei Yuan was familiar with the way of dodging and avoiding, which increased and decreasing. Fu Qiu Leng's Taoist Technique consumed a lot. On the other hand, Wei Yuan did not hurt his muscles and bones, and even the consumption of Taoist Technique was indestructible.

A quarter of an hour passed, and Fu Qiu Leng, who became more and more angry, swung the sword in his hand mercilessly towards Wei Yuan. But when he turned around, he actually changed his energy and retreated dozens of feet in his body, stretching a distance for a long time.

Fu Qiu frowned slightly, thinking that he was finally planning to get serious, but Wei Yuan slowly put his sword in the sheath, tilted his head and smiled, "One hundred moves have passed."

"What?"

Fu Qiu Leng was stunned for a moment, then she seemed to remember something, and her face suddenly became ugly.

This is not a competition. It is obvious that he chased this hateful bastard for a whole quarter of an hour, but he dragged it to a hundred moves.

However, what made Fu Qiu Leng even more annoyed was that Wei Yuan was obviously strong, and even had his sword skills to be better than her, but he just didn't show his real skills to fight.

"You are insulting me!"

Fu Qiu's cold face returned to his former calmness, but his voice became more and more gloomy.

Fu Qiu Nuan, who saw this scene outside the big ping, suddenly felt a sudden heartbeat, and said in his heart that "not good" and quickly turned to look at Wei Yuan, shouting loudly, "Run quickly, Sister Leng is angry!"

It’s a pity that she was late to shout this sentence. Fu Qiu Leng’s body flashed like lightning. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Wei Yuan. The sword edge in his hand was lifted from bottom to top. At the same time, his mind moved, and all the eleven three-inch flying swords placed close to him roared out, blocking all the retreat routes of Wei Yuan. She wanted to force him to take action! On the top of the mountain, the sword slave’s eyes lit up slightly, showing a smile, “Leng Xiao is really moving.”

"It's useless to be serious."

The boxing slave next to him smiled helplessly.

If Wei Wuhen is really the reincarnation of Ren Fuping in the rumor of Tai Sui Palace, judging by his continuous strength in the martial arts performance of Dan Taiyuan and Sikong Duoyue in the Heavenly Palace, even if Fu Qiu Leng stepped into the upper realm of Zhaoshen and even the peak, the victory or defeat was still hard to say, let alone that she is only in the middle realm of Zhaoshen. Even Sikong Duoyue may not have beaten, so how can she be compared with the number one swordsman among the younger generation today?

On another mountain, the man in his purple robe closed his folding fan with a "pop", narrowing his eyes slightly, staring at Wei Yuan in the big ping.

His eyesight is no less than that of the sword slave and the boxer. He has already had some speculations about Wei Yuan's identity, but he has not yet decided. Now Fu Qiu Leng's sword is slid up, and eleven flying swords are blocking the road. It is like the hammer that falls. As long as it makes a sound, everything will be revealed.

"Wei Wuhen...Wei Wuhen, your surname is Wei, it's not that coincidental."
Chapter completed!