Ding Hao's eyebrows jumped wildly.

　　This instant, an extremely dangerous feeling, in his heart can hardly be contained.

　　"Eh? That red shimmer, is that the so-called Xuan Qi?"

　　"According to the fused memories, human martial artists in this world can master a supernatural power called xuan qi, using xuan qi to condense the twelve meridians and one hundred and eight acupuncture points in their bodies as a cultivation method ......"

　　"The red shimmer that appeared on this bitchy man just now is the manifestation of Xuan Power, right? However, this Song Jiannan's strength is average, only afraid that he has not even reached the One Truth Martial Disciple realm, the red shimmer can only last for an instant, not enough to worry about."

　　Ding Hao's mind turned rapidly to judge the strength of each other.

　　"Little scum, today, I want you to die." In Song Jiannan's eyes, killing intent sizzled.

　　He was like a high and mighty emperor arriving, but he never thought that there was such a terrifying freak hidden in the commoner's cave, who obviously didn't cultivate any Xuan Power and didn't even inspire the Xuan Qi seeds, but with his physical strength alone, he had blown away his one-knob Martial Disciple realm self with one punch.

　　It is simply a strange shame.

　　Unforgivable!

　　"Little scum, let you die under the real sword technique." Song Jiannan laughed grimly as his killing machine burst out.

　　Before the words were said, he drew his long sword, squeezed out the sword trick and made a starting stance.

　　This instant, Song Jiannan's entire aura, suddenly produced a huge change, an indescribable aura, slowly spread out around him, people can not help but produce a psychological pressure.

　　"Eh? This is ...... good and interesting."

　　After frowning slightly, Ding Hao suddenly smiled.

　　He was inspired to clasp his palm on the hilt of the rusty sword, imitating Song Jiannan's stance, and made the same starting stance with a lead of the long sword.

　　An indescribable aura, similarly slowly dispersed from Ding Hao's body and filled the air.

　　It was clear that he was imitating Song Jiannan, but it gave others the impression that Ding Hao was countless times more brilliant than Song Jiannan, whether in terms of stance, sword technique, or temperament, as if he had been immersed in the starting stance for decades, showing the essence of the stance to the fullest.

　　"Idiot, you think you can learn sword techniques by copying a cat? Haha, delusional, little scum, give me death!"

　　Phew--!

　　Long sword a shock, cold light overflowing, Song Jiannan sudden move.

　　This sword technique of his, named [Cross Quick Sword], is one of the low-level sword techniques of the lower human rank.

　　The sword technique is performed as fast as the wind and rain, lightning fast, and it is said that when practiced to the realm of the great success, it can chop a fallen leaf into ten neat and even portions between one swing of the sword, splashing water impervious, dripping water does not stain.

　　"Good timing."

　　Ding Hao's starry eyes became brighter and brighter.

　　The rusty sword in his hand shook and steeply stabbed out, his stance still exactly the same as Song Jiannan.

　　Ding ding ding - !

　　Sparks are shooting in all directions.

　　The longsword and the rusty sword clashed wildly together.

　　Every time Song Jiannan made a move, Ding Hao would make the same move in the next instant.

　　This scene is simply bizarre to the extreme, as if a person is practicing swords in the mirror, the left and right two figures sword art sword path is not the slightest difference, exactly the same.

　　Because the cave encounter and almost perverted strong physical strength, can support the rusty sword in Ding Hao's hand, even if Song Jiannan's longsword has the Xuan Qi power of the addition, the impact is not the slightest bit down.

　　In the blink of an eye, the two had already faced dozens of moves.

　　In the midst of the fenced courtyard, sword energy, sword light is suddenly born and extinguished, and metal is wildly roaring.

　　Ten minutes later.

　　Song Jiannan's face, finally began to change.

　　"This can't be! What the hell is going on? This little scum, how can he also know [Cross Quick Sword]? This is a sword technique that only the registered disciples of the Asking Sword Sect are qualified to master, moreover, is he a beginner or not? How come his attainment in this sword technique is so skilled, and even ...... above me?"

　　Song Jiannan is like swallowing a dead rat, the more he fights, the more frightened he is.

　　Ding Hao's mastery of the [Cross Fast Sword] became more and more proficient as time passed.

　　If the first time, Song Jiannan was still able to even out with Ding Hao, then when they performed the [Cross Fast Sword] for the second time, Ding Hao had far surpassed Song Jiannan by more than double, whether in terms of mastery or control of the sword technique's intent, the sword light was getting faster and faster, the sword was getting faster and faster, and Song Jiannan was gradually unable to keep up.

　　Finally -

　　Clang!

　　A crunching sound.

　　The two swords met, Song Jiannan only felt a huge tremor in his hand, wrist sore and numb, the long sword in his hand could no longer hold, and flew out of his hand.

　　Boom! Boom! Boom!

　　Ding Hao did not stop, backhanded a sword.

　　The spine of the rusty sword drew in Song Jiannan before he could react, lightning-like three times in a row, viciously on his face.

　　"Poof ......"

　　This arrogant disciple of the Sword Asking Sect had blood splattering from his mouth, and his whole body was smashed out like a rag sack.

　　Seeing such an amazing scene, the side of the battle watching Zhao Xingcheng and other people, watching the souls of the dead, such as struck by lightning, chilled body.

　　"Pfft ...... how dare you ......"

　　Song Jiannan wretchedly fell heavily to the ground, his face flushed, could not help but mouth and sprayed a mouthful of blood, annoyed half up want to say a few words ......

　　However, when he saw that Ding Hao sword momentum does not stop, a sword swing the instant, a fallen leaf instantly chopped into a neat number of parts, suddenly like a duck caught in a choke, the heart is horrified, what words do not dare to say.

　　Ding Hao did not stop there.

　　He immersed himself in the world of the sword and continued to evolve the sword power.

　　Soon, the whole person entered that mysterious and mysterious state of sword enlightenment again.

　　The rusty sword in his hands changed continuously, as if a crimson light ball, rolling around the body, suddenly born and suddenly extinguished, the sword wind whistling, cutting the air, is amazing.

　　This was the third time that Ding Hao cast [Cross Quick Sword].

　　But the sword light has reached the point where it is hard to distinguish with the naked eye, like a red dense, confused in Ding Hao's whole body, to the end, even the sound of the sword blade breaking through the air has been inaudible, only a confused and hazy sword light.

　　This is exactly the highest level of [Cross Fast Sword] - chopping leaves for ten and dripping water.

　　This scene made Song Jiannan lost his soul, as if he had seen a ghost.

　　[Cross Fast Sword] was originally his winning sword technique.

　　Since entering the Sword Asking Sect, he has been cultivating hard for more than a year, but his Xuan Qi cultivation has not progressed much, but this set of sword techniques has reached the realm of the hall. He tries to rely on this set of sword techniques to raise his eyebrows, and in the mid-year examination, remove the word "name" from his head and become an official outer disciple.

　　Who knew that this beggar-like teenager in front of him, just the third time, has reached the realm of great success, is he a demon?

　　This kind of blow simply made Song Jiannan indignant to be mad.

　　Buzz-!

　　Red sword light instantly converge, Ding Hao finally put away the sword and stand.

　　He was steaming with white steam, his body was as straight as a javelin, and although he was dressed in rags, he seemed to emanate a light that was unforgivable.