2332: C2332 Cloth Cloth Vs Sword One

C2332 Cloth Cloth Vs Sword One

In other words, only by breaking the sword with a single punch would he be able to counterattack. If he couldn't break it, then he would be in a passive state forever. If he continued to waste time like this, he would absolutely lose.2

"Boom!"

After a loud noise, the sword frowned. After the Sword Formation withstood the punch, he could clearly feel that a crack had appeared on one of the Flying Sword!

After that punch, Jin Dazhuang lowered his head like a deflated ball.

"I lost. Thank you, Martial Uncle, for showing mercy."

Sword1's face was swollen red. The punch Jin Dazhuang just gave him made him feel as if his blood was boiling.

If this were to happen, it would mean that his body's strength had reached its limit. The stronger the opponent was, or perhaps, the more ferocious his attack was, the stronger his Spiritual Energy would be, and then he would really lose.

After being shocked for a while, Jian Yi finally reacted, and immediately waved his hand to withdraw the Sword Formation.

He was still standing there in a daze when Jin Dazhuang walked down the stage.

"Bu Yi, why don't you go up and have a try with your senior?" Wendu asked.

Bu Yi knitted his brows, not showing any other expression. "Teacher, all of my moves are for hunting. They're not suitable for sparring."

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, including the Great Elder and the other two elders, especially Luo Loonghee. He felt that this Second Brother of his had changed.

Wendu smiled indifferently: "It doesn't matter, we should go up and give it a try. A true killer must be able to control his own killing desire and control his movement more carefully. Only then can he be counted as a qualified killer, let alone, I also want to see how you, who are already at a disadvantage, will face the enemy."

Clothes frowned as if he were hesitating, and after a long moment he nodded.

With a flash, his body moved toward the arena at a speed that could not be seen with the naked eye. In that short moment, his figure appeared on the arena.

Jian Yi, who was standing on the stage, stared blankly for a moment before turning to look at Wendu. When he saw Junior Brother looking at him with a smile, he smiled bitterly and nodded his head.

This Junior Brother, he treated him as a sparring partner.

"Martial Uncle, sorry for offending you."

Bu Yi did not say anything unnecessary. After saying that, two spike-like objects appeared in his hands. He quickly swam toward the sword.

Jian Yi's eyes congealed, and without him doing anything, several Flying Sword flew out from behind, surrounding him.

There was no sound from Bu Yi at all. His figure was quickly moving around the sword with a vigilant look on his face, as if he was waiting for a better time to attack.

That's right, Bu Yi used his fastest speed to swim around Sword1. He had been circling around Sword1 in order to find a suitable opportunity.

Five minutes passed and Jian Yi did not move at all. He only mobilized the Spiritual Energy on his body and controlled the surrounding Flying Sword to quickly spin.

Bu Yi was also in a similar situation. Even after swimming at full speed for five minutes, he was still not exhausted. His body was still moving at such a fast pace. It was as if he could continue moving at this pace forever.

If one looked closely, one would notice that Bu Yi's face was expressionless. Even though it was a short period of five minutes, it did not affect his mood.

The disciples who were standing around the stage had their suspicions, but at this moment, they did not make any sound. Instead, their eyes were tightly staring at Jian Yi who was standing in his original position without moving.

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