The biggest advantage of the middle position is that it can defend and counterattack, and remain unchanged in response to changes.

However, Chen Yanjun didn't care about the terrain at all. As soon as his feet landed on the ground, he didn't stop and chased Cui Qian'an who was retreating with a sword!

Once again, Cui Qian'an counterattacked with his side sword in the same way, but faster, in order to see Chen Yanjun's movement skills clearly.

He was suddenly stunned. Chen Yanjun seemed to be able to predict the path of his sword. He was able to turn sideways in advance and brush the tip of the sword an inch away to avoid it!

Cui Qian'an was forced to retreat hastily once again.

Then, a very strange thing happened on the field——

The slow one chases the fast one and beats him!

In addition, since the two swords have not touched each other even once until now.

As a result, Cui Qian'an's strength advantage could not be used.

He got it.

Cui Wanjun, Cui Xuanyue, Cui Qian'an, the grandfather, his son, and his great-grandson all understood it!

"You have indeed entered the third realm of nourishing qi. You never expected that I, Cui Qian'an, would compete with Han Ping in swordsmanship!"

Saying this, Cui Qian'an's blood suddenly boiled.

He himself was shocked that he could actually fight with a mortal in such a situation.

"So I can't blame you if I lose."

Chen Yanjun said.

He prepared the steps for Cui Qian'an to descend in advance.

Then he continued to chase Cui Qian'an.

Cui Qian'an saw that he was approaching the sideline, turned over Chen Yanjun's head, planted his feet heavily, and used a high-level sword skill——

"Brahma Rain Flower Sword!"

The sword routine is exquisite, the sword power is graceful, and the point where the sword tip is swayed is like falling rain.

Chen Yanjun turned around.

Thought: The opportunity has finally come!

In his opinion, he has been training his body and practicing martial arts with mortal strength, and now he can exert his full strength.

Cui Qian'an, on the other hand, usually does not seal his spiritual veins to practice swordsmanship. The swordsmanship he practices are all spirit-possessed swordsmanship routines. Once he loses the support of his spiritual power, the routines become a burden.

If Cui Qian'an had been patient and struggled with him with strength and speed, he would definitely lose this battle.

The problem is that no one would have expected that his speed is only slightly slower than Cui Qian'an, but his exquisite body skills, smooth sword movements, and his premonition of always being one step ahead... are far beyond Cui Qian'an's level.

Unless Cui Qian'an is a saint, it is impossible for him not to have psychological fluctuations.

In the blink of an eye, he would definitely leave his fate to his usual sword moves.

This is Chen Yanjun’s chance to win!

Chen Yanjun changed his previous tactics and suddenly rushed over unreasonably brandishing the Bastard Sword!

His speed has not become faster.

But the Wang Ba Sword, which seemed to be swung randomly, was so powerful that it was like the endless flow of a surging river.

He charged forward all the way without any sword moves at all.

Of course, the dancing swords are just an appearance.

The deeper level is Chen Yanjun's superb control over his body movements and sword tip points, which are at their peak!

At first glance, Chen Yanjun seemed to have suppressed the Rain Flower Sword Shadow with a majestic rainstorm.

In fact, it was Chen Yanjun who predicted every landing point of Yuhua Sword Shadow in advance.

In one fell swoop, a devastating momentum was formed!

Cui Qian'an was dumbfounded.

Is this really the speed and endurance of a mortal?

In desperation, his sword move missed the mark, and he almost activated his spiritual veins instinctively.

A sudden surprise!

Chen Yanjun slanted his sword and passed through Yuhua, with the tip of the sword touching Cui Qian'an's chest.

At the same time, the tip of Cui Qian'an's sword also passed over Chen Yanjun's head. An inch away, the sword wind blew away Chen Yanjun's hair bun.

The dust has settled!

The whole place was silent.

Her green silk hair was hanging down, and her long flowing hair covered her face like an immortal.

The other half of his handsome face made it impossible for the Cui family girls and girls to take their eyes away...

Elegant, he is so... so elegant!

In stark contrast to his rough swordsmanship.

The women even felt that the rough sword moves just now became gentle.
Chapter completed!