Chapter 477 The Final Showdown between the Two
"you!!"
The Holy Son of Lieyan Sect was startled and was about to take action when Ning Feiyu's sword had already chopped him down.
"Bang!!"
The edgeless sword slashed the chest of the Holy Son of the Lieyan Sect.
A powerful force burst out from the sword and directly knocked the Holy Son of the Lieyan Sect off the stage.
Although this sword was not fatal, the victory was already achieved.
"Thank you, thank you. I was lucky enough to win again, hehe!"
Ning Feiyu clenched his fist and walked down the sword-fighting stage with a happy face.
Now, those who had been mocking him and Su Ren just now shut up collectively.
In the weaker group, it can be said that he did not encounter strong opponents.
But the Holy Son of the Lieyan Sect is by no means a simple swordsman.
This is someone who can compete for the top five.
But even such a character was knocked off the stage with just one move.
It would be understandable if Ning Feiyu succeeded in a sneak attack, but he defeated the Holy Son of Lieyan Sect head-on and knocked him off the stage.
There's no way to talk about luck anymore.
"Tsk, what are you so proud of?"
"Beating the Saint Son of the Lieyan Sect does not mean that you can beat the Saint Son of the Nanli Sword Sect."
Holy Son Cangyu looked unhappy.
The stronger Ning Feiyu became, the more unhappy he became.
Miss Taohua looked at Ning Feiyu who was walking down the sword-fighting arena with some surprise, and then looked at Su Ren who was standing aside without any ripples.
She now actually had the illusion that Ning Feiyu could really get first place.
If Ning Feiyu, who is not a sword cultivator, can defeat the Holy Son of the Nanli Sword Sect with a sword, doesn't it prove that his true strength is stronger?
And Su Ren, who is his good friend, is definitely not that weak either.
Taohua suddenly thought of what the two said yesterday.
One wants to win first place in the sword contest, and the other... wants to catch Wuqing Juegong's walking corpse!
"Are they serious?"
Taohua suddenly turned her head and looked at Su Ren, just in time to see Su Ren staring at the seat that Nanli Sword Sect had reserved for Wuqing Juegong and the other person.
Taohua swallowed her saliva to hide her inner panic.
Seeing Taohua staring at him, Su Ren pointed to the two empty seats and asked, "Are they coming?"
Taohua: “…”
"I... I don't know either. The people of Wuqing Jue Palace always act without any rules."
Su Ren was somewhat disappointed when he heard this. If he couldn't wait for the two people from Wuqing Jue Palace, there would be no point for him to sit here.
Looking at Su Ren's disappointed expression, Taohua's heart skipped a beat.
Then my heart started beating rapidly.
She is now praying that Ning Feiyu will not be so strong, otherwise what these two people are talking about will not be a joke.
Just when the Nanli Sword Sect's sword-fighting conference was in full swing.
Eight hundred miles away from the Nanli Sword Sect, a group of people were laying something on the ground in an orderly manner.
"How long will it take to complete the formation?"
An old man in black asked.
"Replying to the elder, we have already laid the groundwork for this section, and it depends on the progress of other places."
“Yeah, very good!”
"This time, the Nanli Sword Sect has gathered so many big names. When the time comes, we can catch them all in one fell swoop with the help of both inside and outside forces!"
"Elder, do we have people in the Nanli Sword Sect?"
"Of course, otherwise why do you think we were able to set up the Heaven-Sealing and Earth-Breaking Formation outside the Nanli Sword Sect so easily?"
"Elder, who is the traitor?"
The old man in black glared at him when he heard that.
"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask!"
"Yes, I know I was wrong."
…
On the sword-discussing arena at the main peak of Nanli Sword Sect.
At this point, most of the people have been eliminated.
Those who can come to power now are all the younger leaders of various forces.
Of course, there is also Ning Feiyu, a rather strange and unknown cultivator.
Now no one dares to ignore Ning Feiyu's existence.
This guy knocked down several people one by one with his sword, and it seemed very easy, as if he didn't even have to put in any effort.
The only one who behaved the same way as him was the Holy Son of the Nanli Sword Sect.
Judging from the current situation, the final decisive battle may really be between these two people.
If Ning Feiyu really won, everyone who had mocked Su Ren and Ning Feiyu would be slapped in the face.
The face is swollen.
The Saint Son Cangyu was completely numb at this time, and he could only hope that the Saint Son of Nanli Sword Sect could win the final showdown.
The game continues.
The Holy Son of the Nanli Sword Sect once again defeated his opponent with only two moves.
Before leaving the stage, he looked at Ning Feiyu in the audience.
Now it seems that only this person who doesn't look like a swordsman is qualified to fight him.
Ning Feiyu did not disappoint him, but this time it took him five swords to knock his opponent off the arena.
After several rounds of competition, it finally came to the final showdown.
No one expected that Ning Feiyu, the shame of sword cultivation, would make it to the finals.
And looking at his appearance, he didn't seem scared at all.
"My name is Kenshin, what's yours?"
The Holy Son of the Nanli Sword Sect was the first to introduce himself.
He was born with a sword heart, even his name is Kenshin.
"Ning Feiyu."
"You are very strong, but you are no match for me in a sword fight."
"In a duel, I want to see you use your true strength, not your sword."
Hearing this, the whole audience was in an uproar.
Jianxin is ready to let Ning Feiyu use all his strength in a fair battle.
This final decisive battle is no longer a fight of swords, but a fight of martial arts.
It can also be said to be a discussion of Tao, about whose Tao is stronger!
"Kenshin, what are you talking about!?"
The Nanli Sword Sect's Great Elder said angrily.
The purpose of holding this sword-fighting conference was to bring fame to Kenshin.
If Ning Feiyu were really allowed to use his own method, it would be really hard to tell who would win or lose.
"Great Elder, isn't the purpose of our cultivation to become stronger?"
"Now I finally meet a peer who can fight with me. If he doesn't use his full strength, I won't be resigned!"
"you!!"
Although the Great Elder was dissatisfied, he also knew that Kenshin was right.
But if he loses, the supreme sword embryo originally prepared for Kenshin will be handed over to someone else.
In fact, this is not important. The most important point is related to the entire layout.
In short, Kenshin must not be defeated.
"Can we start?" Ning Feiyu asked impatiently.
"Oh, by the way, let me explain in advance."
Ning Feiyu showed the edgeless sword in his hand.
"I'm here to fight with swords, so I'll win only if I beat you with swords."
"So sorry, we only fight with swords."
As soon as Ning Feiyu said this, everyone was in an uproar again.
"Are you kidding me? I asked him to fight in the way he is best at, but he actually gave up?"
"How confident are you?"
"I think this is just sheer arrogance. Does he really think that Jian Xin is the same as other sword cultivators?"
Jianxin was also surprised at this time. He didn't expect that his proposal was rejected by Ning Feiyu.
To be honest, this made him, a sword wielder, angry.
Ning Feiyu's words clearly showed that he didn't take him seriously.
"In that case, let's get started."
"I allow you to regret at any time."
After Kenshin finished speaking, he became as cold and fierce as a sword drawn from its sheath.
The swords in the hands of the people around seemed to be inspired and collectively made bursts of sword ringing sounds.
At this moment, between heaven and earth, sword intent was running rampant, and the entire sword-fighting arena had turned into a sea of sword intent.
"It seems Kenshin is really angry."
"Looking at him, he seems ready to draw his sword at any time."
"The sword in his body has been nurtured for decades. Once it is drawn, it will surely shake the world!"
Everyone stared at the sword-fighting arena closely, afraid of missing any details.
Seeing that both of them were about to start the final, but the people from Wuqing Jue Palace had not arrived yet, Su Ren suddenly felt extremely disappointed.
"Oh... Never mind. As long as they are still in the Southern Region, I will definitely find them."
"Now, let's watch these two fight."
