Chapter 1159

Sun Ying is confident that his knife can cut through a high rock half a man high, and this small dagger will be chopped to pieces without destroying it.

Unexpectedly, to his surprise, Nie Qingwu's small dagger not only held the nine hole dagger, but also showed a strong shock force from the humble small dagger, cutting the neat edge of his cold iron nine ring knife into a gap the size of a grain of rice.

He could not help but change his face. His heart was in agony. He was shocked. What kind of dagger is this? It's sharper than my nine hole sword with 60% cold iron?

How did he know that the dagger was not only made of thousand year old cold iron, but also made of the hardest star shaped steel in the ancient world.

What's more, Nie Qingwu only defends and has not attacked with all his strength. Otherwise, this cold iron nine ring sword is more than a gap the size of a rice grain.

See Sun Ying no proud smile, a pay eat excrement of the same face, Nie Qingwu disdain ground smile voice: "how? If the sword is broken, why don't you come and fight me with a good knife? Are you taiyimen good weapons? Do you want to? I'll wait for you. You can change a knife to fight again. "

Sun Ying's face turned red and white. He wanted to find a place to drill in. This cold iron nine ring sword is one of the few treasures of Taiyi sect. It can't stop the small Throwing Knife. What weapon can it.

He forced out a smile: "it's just that you jumped a blade. It's no big deal. You don't need to change your weapons. I'll fight you with it."

He quickly pulled back the big knife, and was about to chop it again. Nie Qingwu's hands were flying in the air. Two cold shining flying knives came out of his hands, one left and one right. In the air, he drew a beautiful arc, as fast as a startling Hong, and flew directly into Sun Ying's eyebrows.

Sun Ying saw that the throwing knife was shooting, and he pulled out the knife in such a way. Ding Ding Ding, the two flying knives were blocked by the big nine hole Silver Ring Dao.

Block is to block, see silver light disorderly flash, like Qionghua flying shot, two silver rings were cut to the ground.

"Oh, my heart, the nine ring sword has changed into seven."

Sun Ying's face twitched with pain.

The silver ring on Sun Ying's nine ring sword was smashed. The Throwing Knife shot out of the air and took it back. Several lords on the grandstand were amazed.

Zen master Zhikong said in surprise, "Amitabha, the girl's throwing knife is like the legendary sword art."

Yue Zhuoqun was disdainful: "she is too far away from the imperial sword technique. It is estimated that she is like a whirlwind dart. She has made hands and feet in the throwing knife to facilitate the detour."

Mr. Mo Da shook his head: "I'm afraid her throwing knife is close to the level of quasi spirit weapon. She can live with the heart of the Throwing Knife, so she can recall the Throwing Knife in time, which is a little similar to the legendary imperial sword technique."

Whoosh, the cold light flashed, and there were flying knives.

Sun Ying's fierce look flashed in his eyes and whirled around Nie Qingwu. It was as fast as an illusion.

Sun Ying revolved around Nie Qingwu and danced the nine hole cold iron knife in his hand. He danced the cold iron nine hole big knife like a tiger and a tiger and a silver snake.

A strange phenomenon happened. There were three shadows in the light of silver knife.

Nie Qingwu can't help but get nervous. She can't tell the three shadows, which one is the real Sun Ying and the other two are illusions. When four throwing knives are fired by colleagues, they shoot three times in a row, and they all pass through the shadow.

Not only did not shoot Sun Ying, between the false and the real, he also cut off a few strands of horsetail green silk, if she did not bow down a little faster, I am afraid that the hair would not fall.

Nie Qingwu is confident that his throwing knife is invincible and accurate. Sun Ying can't stop it.

but the as like as two peas on the cold iron and nine knives, the silver light that was released between the dancing and the shadow of the sun shadow, such as lightning, produced two identical apparition with Sun Ying, which made it impossible for her to confirm which one is Sun Ying or which is false.

As time went by, the appointed time of 20 minutes was about to arrive. Nie Qingwu shot and took back his throwing knife. He even danced Four Swords in a row. It was like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, but he still didn't hurt a corner of Sun Ying's coat.

Nie Qingwu looked at the three figures. He was a little upset. He exuded sweat on his forehead and wrinkled his eyebrows. He looked at Ye Feng on the rostrum for help.

Ye Feng was also surprised. He didn't expect that the silver ring of the nine ring sword of Han tie didn't confuse people's hearts with sound, but confused his sight. Seeing Nie Qingwu suffer from dark losses, he was also a little annoyed. Why do these guys always engage in these heresy and can't fight openly and squarely.

Silver light, illusion, is to confuse the public and make people unable to judge which is the noumenon and which is the mirage. They take advantage of the false and the real to sneak into the enemy.

For Ye Feng, this kind of trick is just a small skill. As long as you attack with your mind, you can knock down the other party. You are ten illusions, which is not enough to fear.

But Nie Qingwu will not attack Ye Feng.

Since you can't see the real and the virtual, don't look at it. It's better to close your eyes and distinguish with your heart.

An idea shot into the arena.

Nie Qingwu suddenly heard Ye Feng's voice in the sea of his brain: "it's hard to tell the true from the false. Since your eyes can't tell the true from the false, close your eyes and try to distinguish them with your heart. Let your flying knife automatically distinguish them. Everything depends on your feelings."Ye Feng, are you kidding? Everything depends on the feeling, let the Throwing Knife distinguish automatically? My throwing knife is not a heat tracking missile. Can it track automatically?

Although doubting the way Ye Feng told himself, Nie Qingwu did as he did, closing his eyes gently.

She also practiced for a period of time, although she was not very proficient in listening to wind debating and did not reach the level of perfection.

She was surprised to find that she closed her eyes and was no longer disturbed by the silver light and mirage. The feeling of impatience disappeared and her heart became much calmer.

The nine hole Silver Ring Sabre dances like a tiger and a tiger, and the silver ring bangs and jingles.

Her mind is like a flash of lightning, let her almost into the chaos of the brain, become clear and ethereal, she found a way to track Sun Ying.

Even if the silver light is dazzling and the phantom is vivid, there is only one sound of silver ring hitting the blade, which is where Sun Ying is.

Her face is as calm as water, like a well, her hands suddenly flying in the air, like an elegant dancer, any posture is perfect to show her beautiful posture.

Flutter, flutter, with a painful murmur.

With a bang, Sun Ying's nine hole silver ring knife fell to the ground and made a piercing sound.

Knowing that he had hit the target, Nie Qingwu slowly opened his eyes and pulled a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

Her snow-white slender fingers gently move, like a meteor chasing the moon, four cold shining throwing knives, returned to her hands again.

Sun Ying's face was pale and trembling. His arms and legs were all over the edge of the knife, which was like a fountain. His big knife with nine holes and silver rings was also thrown at his feet.