C135 Leng Jianqiu's Trap

Leng Jianqiu appeared on the stage with an extraordinary demeanor.

Especially his Thunder Cloud Sword, it had a kind of "one with the sword" feeling, which further stimulated Leng Jianqiu's aura.

Even he could feel some pressure from Leng Jianqiu's body.

"Alright, let me check on the quality of this Inner Sect First Sword Cultivator of yours."

Qin Feng sneered and took the initiative to attack.

Facing Leng Jianqiu, his tactics were completely different. Although he had made the first move, he was still cautious.

Because he didn't understand Leng Jianqiu too much, when facing this kind of expert, he had to focus on stability.

If he pounced too hard, his opponent could easily kill him in one hit.

In a battle where strength was close to that level, not only must one be brave enough, one must also calm down and grasp the details.

"Test me?"

The corner of Leng Jianqiu's mouth rose slightly.

With a light raise of the Thunder Cloud Sword, the Buried Dragon Spear was pushed aside.

In terms of attacking speed, Leng Jianqiu would definitely not lose to Qin Feng. Furthermore, the Thunder Cloud Sword was even more nimble.

Qin Feng was neither in a hurry nor impatient, he continued to thrust more than ten times, continuously harassing his opponent.

Leng Jianqiu's swordsmanship was like the wind. No matter how Qin Feng attacked, he was able to counter it and resolve the danger easily.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged more than a hundred blows.

"These two are too cautious. They don't dare make the slightest mistake, otherwise, if they were caught and counterattacked, they would immediately be at a disadvantage."

Sikong Yi explained.

"I don't think so. Leng Jianqiu is obviously playing dirty, but Qin Feng doesn't seem to have noticed much."

At this time, the usually silent Ye Lingxiao couldn't help but speak up as well.

As the saying goes, the onlookers can see clearly. Naturally, the onlookers could see more details.

It was unknown what Ye Lingxiao saw that led him to this conclusion.

"Leng Jianqiu is setting up a trap?"

Murong Qingxue was slightly startled, and after repeated observation, she did not manage to find any clues.

On the other hand, Sikong Yi had a sudden realization after hearing Ye Lingxiao's enlightenment, "Indeed, Leng Jianqiu has already set a trap, but he probably did not realize that by the time he fell into it, he would have lost."

"What kind of trap is it?"

Murong Qingxue, Li Yuan and the others were extremely curious.

"Did you not notice that Leng Jianqiu's movements had become slower?"

Sikong Yi asked.

"So what?"

Everyone still didn't understand.

"Leng Jianqiu's movements are getting slower and slower, while Qin Feng's movements are getting faster and faster. Over a long period of time, he will create an illusion for his opponent, an illusion that will soon form into suppression."

Sikong Yi squinted his eyes, as he quietly analyzed the situation.

Leng Jianqiu's swordsmanship was very profound and his control over his sword moves and the speed of his attacks had already reached first-rate.

He had been fighting with Qin Feng for over a hundred moves, and every time he attacked, he was slower than the last time by a little. Unknowingly, after a hundred moves, his speed of attacking was already slower than when he started.

And this change would give the enemy a psychological hint, which was that "I'm going to win".

It was precisely at this time, the most dangerous time for the enemy. As long as Leng Jianqiu unleashed his attack, the opponent would very likely be unable to keep up with his pace.

In other words.

Although Qin Feng was the main attacker, in reality, it was Leng Jianqiu who had grasped the rhythm.

"Also, more importantly, the《 Thunder swordsmanship》 that Leng Jianqiu is cultivating has a huge weakness, and that is that it requires time to accumulate energy. This kind of fighting style is Leng Jianqiu's favorite."

Ye Lingxiao's words had broken through the heavens.

Thunder swordsmanship used long sword to trigger thunder from the Ninth Heaven to kill tens of thousands of enemies.

This swordsmanship's power was peerless, once it had completed its accumulation, it would be very difficult for the enemy to resist.

In the entire inner sect, perhaps only Yi Qianfan was able to block this move, and even Ye Lingxiao and Sikong Yi were not able to block it.

However, the biggest weakness of the Thunder swordsmanship was that it had stored energy for too long and was not very practical.

Back then, when he was guarding the White Emperor Pass, Leng Jianqiu had used this swordsmanship to kill a lot of disciples of the All Saints Gate.

And right now, facing an opponent like Qin Feng who was extremely fast, the Thunder swordsmanship was obviously not easy to use.

However, Leng Jianqiu was sly, he used the time when he was fighting Qin Feng to secretly gather his potential, and when the time was right, he would immediately attract the thunder and kill Qin Feng.

"Leng Jianqiu is too experienced, his move is to retreat to advance, although it looks like he is being slowly suppressed by his opponent, but in reality, he has been preparing for a fatal strike."

Ye Lingxiao shook his head, he was no longer optimistic about Qin Feng.

"This battle is no longer suspenseful, we have already exchanged over a hundred attacks, Leng Jianqiu has already completed his Storing Power."

Sikong Yi came to the conclusion.

The two of them had seen things much better than ordinary people, they thought that Qin Feng would definitely lose, so the rest of them naturally did not have any suspicions.

Even the Grand Elder and the others were shaking their heads and sighing.

If Qin Feng had gone all out from the start, perhaps he still had a chance of winning this battle. Unfortunately, he fell into the opponent's trap.

Right now, Leng Jianqiu was accumulating power ready to strike. He only needed to wait for the long sword to lead the way and the heavenly lightning would strike, then this battle would be over.

"Qin Feng, are you still not enlightened?"

Leng Jianqiu laughed sinisterly.

"What do you mean?"

Qin Feng's expression changed slightly as he pretended to be confused.

With his experience of hundreds of battles in his previous life, how could he not see through Leng Jianqiu's methods?

Since the other party wanted to be clever, Qin Feng could only follow them and finish what they were trying to do.

"You disappoint me. It seems that you are far from worthy to be my opponent. Accepting my challenge is probably the thing that you regret the most in your life. "

Leng Jianqiu shook his head and laughed, after which he retreated more than thirty meters back.

Qin Feng did not chase after him. He could roughly guess what Leng Jianqiu's next plan would be.

"Don't be too positive. I want to see who will regret in the end."

Qin Feng remained calm and collected.

"Hahaha …" You truly are stubborn. I can see that you won't shed any tears until you see the coffin. I'll let you have a taste of the Nine Heavens Divine Lightning right now. "

Leng Jianqiu threw his head back and laughed. At the same time, the long sword pointed to the sky.

Rumble …

Suddenly, a burst of a heavy noise came from above Myriad Emperor Palace.

In the night sky, the sky was covered in thunder clouds.

The terrifying power of thunder and lightning interweaved together, transforming into a blinding bolt of lightning that struck towards the Myriad Emperor Palace.