Seeing the sword aura slashing towards him, Zi Feng's eyes flashed with purple light, but his face was calm. The purple moon knife in his hand shook and directly greeted the sword aura swelled.

With a "swoosh!", a bright purple sword light cut through the sky and collided heavily with Wuming's long sword, splashing dazzling sparks. A hole was slashed on the blade of Wuming's sword again, but the Ziyue sword was still intact, and the entire blade still had dazzling light.

The two of them also bounced open at the same time, but with one hand, it felt a numbness.

"It's indeed a good knife, which can leave traces on Wuming's body!" Wuming's eyes completely fell on the Purple Moon Sword, which was a kind of hot light, just like a three-year-old child seeing his favorite toy.

"Your knife is also good!" Zi Feng said lightly. He knew the sharpness of the Ziyue Sword. It can be said that the four words "cut iron like mud" are used to describe the Ziyue Sword. However, now, such a heavy blow has left a gap on the blade. The quality of this knife is really not ordinary.

"It's a pity that your sword technique is a little rough!" Wuming said indifferently, and his figure rushed towards Zi Feng again, holding the knife in both hands and slashing towards Zi Feng fiercely.

Zi Feng sneered at the corner of his mouth, stepped forward, held the knife with one hand, and faced Wuming's sword with his backhand, and gently tapped his sword, then slashed at Wuming's palm.

Wuming snorted coldly, quickly put away the knife, holding it back, and stabbed Zi Feng directly into the heart. He was confident that he could stab Zi Feng's heart before Zi Feng's purple moon knife cut his palm.

Faced with Wuming's quick move, Zi Feng seemed to have known it in his heart. He retreated backwards, and the Ziyue Sword in his hand blocked him, blocking Wuming's Wuming, and then his figure flashed and went around Wuming's left. The Ziyue Sword continued to slash towards Wuming.

Wuming still had a faint expression on his face. He moved his steps horizontally, avoiding Zi Feng's sword, and suddenly slashed towards Zi Feng's waist with a fierce sword. The purple moon knife in Zi Feng's hand gently turned and slashed towards Wuming's sword.

Wuming sneered at the corner of his mouth, and Wuming's sword, which was tightly clasped in both hands, suddenly hit Zi Feng's Zi Yue's sword hard. The huge force still added a new gap to Wuming's sword, but the huge force almost knocked Zi Feng's Zi Yue's sword out. After all, one was holding the knife with both hands and the other was holding the knife with one hand. In terms of strength, Wuming had already taken a huge advantage.

Zi Feng's body was shocked and retreated continuously. Wuming took this opportunity and stepped forward quickly and continued to slash towards Zi Feng with his sword in both hands.

One knife, two knife, three knife...

Forced Zi Feng to retreat repeatedly, and the Zi Yue Sword in his hand swung it repeatedly, blocking Wuming's attacks one after another. However, Wuming's attack did not seem to stop, but instead became faster and more and more fierce, as if he would not give up until he knocked down the target.

Zi Feng had been forced to the corner of the boxing ring, but there was still a faint smile on his face, as if the final victory must belong to him.

However, the people in the audience were not as leisurely as him, and they all stared at all attentively. The two of them swung their swords too quickly. Even the big guys were dazzled, as if they were shooting a martial arts movie. Only Cai Junzhang watched all this silently, with an expression of appreciation in his eyes from time to time. I don’t know whether he was appreciating Wuming’s sword technique or Zi Feng’s calmness.

Ye Xingchen also watched all this silently. He believed that Zi Feng would definitely win the final victory. Although this Wuming sword technique was superb, he lacked some things. If he didn't have any big tricks, he would undoubtedly lose this battle. Even Chen Xiaolong, the weakest, deeply believed that although Zi Feng did not have an advantage now, the final victory must belong to him.

"If you only have these few moves, you can end the battle!" Seeing Wuming who was still swinging his swords, Zi Feng suddenly spoke, obviously he had lost the patience to continue fighting.

"Swoosh!" Wuming's body suddenly retreated for seven steps, held the knife in both hands, held it in front of his chest, looked at Zi Feng with a calm face, and two balls of flames suddenly rushed out of his eyes.

The others were puzzled, how could Wuming, who clearly had the upper hand, suddenly stop? Could it be because of Zi Feng's words?

"The warm-up is over. Next, I will use my real strength, so you have to be careful!" Wuming said lightly, but his right hand, which was holding the hilt of the knife, suddenly loosened. Instead, his left hand tightly held the hilt of the knife, and a sharp aura suddenly exploded.

Ye Xingchen and others suddenly felt a chill in their hearts. Could this guy be the left-handed knife?

Zi Feng looked at the other party's starting posture, but sneered, and his body rushed out again, and in an instant, he had arrived in front of Wuming. The purple moon knife in his hand drew an arc, surrounding Wuming tightly. Wuming also sneered. The sword in his hand slashed forward and actually swung Zi Feng's purple moon knife directly, and stabbed Zi Feng's heart with his backhand. Zi Feng didn't care at all. The purple moon knife immediately crossed his chest and blocked Wuming's sword, but Wuming suddenly swung a punch and had already arrived in front of Zi Feng's eyes.

But this punch did not hit Zi Feng's face, just because the transparent Zi Yue Knife had appeared in front of Zi Feng again at some point and blocked Wuming's fist.

Wuming immediately closed his fist. While closing his fist, Wuming's sword also stabbed out instantly, but Zi Feng seemed to have expected all this. He twisted his body and avoided Wuming's sword. The purple moon sword in his hand slashed across Wuming's arm like lightning.

With a "chi!", Wuming's right arm was cut into a long hole. Two pieces of white flesh flipped to both sides, and the red blood oozed out instantly, but Wuming didn't even hum and still stabbed Zi Feng's heart with Wuming's sword. Zi Feng sneered on his face, and the purple moon knife in his hand continued to flow, as if giving it life, and the melody of death was beating in Zi Feng's hands.

A series of bright purple lights flashed, and bright red blood was seen. In just a blink of an eye, Wuming had already had seven or eight long holes on his body. Although each one was not fatal, if it continued, even if it was bleeding, it would be enough to kill him.
Chapter completed!