2334: C2334 Cloth Is about to Lose

C2334 Cloth Is about to Lose

At the same time, those Flying Sword also quickly changed directions.

In other words, once Bu Yi was thrown out, he would definitely crash into the Flying Sword. It was unknown whether his body was as strong as Jin Dazhuang's.

"Hiss —"

Just as everyone was sucking in a breath of cold air for him, they saw Bu Yi's body suddenly twist and turn quickly and instantly stop, while he actually used the spike in his hand to accurately block a handful of Flying Sword s, completing a strange arc in his body.

His feet stomped on the spikes and his body swam forward like a sword.

Seeing this, Wendu nodded in satisfaction. He couldn't help but say, "Not bad, not bad at all. Using a weapon in exchange for a fatal opportunity. Not bad, but Senior Brother should be in a passive state from now on."

Wendu was right. This time, the cloth clothes that swam onto Jian Yi's body were no longer grabbed by him.

The arena was in chaos.

Jian Yi's hands were waving about on his body, while Bu Yi's body was also moving quickly. Every time he moved, he would dodge Jian Yi's hands.

"Look, Bu Yi, Martial Uncle is so powerful. The Immortal Sword Sect people are going to die soon."

"I think that the person in that celestial sword is only so-so."

"It's really the first time I've heard that Bu Yi, Martial Uncle, is so amazing."

Finally, the disciples below the stage couldn't help themselves and began discussing amongst themselves.

The Great Elder, who was sitting on the elder's seat, also nodded in satisfaction. He looked at the back of Wendu's head and said, "Brat, if Bu Yi continues to persevere like this, I think he will win."

Wendu didn't say anything and just shook his head.

With a puzzled expression, the Head Elder looked at the two people on the stage again.

The cloth armor didn't just move about, as it moved, it also used the sharp spike in its hand to attack. Unfortunately, Sword1 acted as if it knew in advance and was able to dodge every single one of its attacks.

However, from the serious expression on his face, it seemed that he wasn't relaxed at all.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a good while before Sword One suddenly shouted.

"Hah!"

The Flying Sword around him started to spin even faster, while he himself remained expressionless like he had made up his mind.

Feeling a chill all over her body, Bu Yi knitted his eyebrows together. Right now, she had a question to choose from.

If he didn't leave Sword One, he would be the first to be injured. If he persisted, both sides would suffer.

If he left, he would lose this opportunity.

After a moment of hesitation, Bu Yi retreated and instantly pulled away from the sword.

"Ha!"

With a wave of his hand, he waved his hand, waiting for the Flying Sword s to appear around Bu Yi. They immediately surrounded him and began to spin quickly, narrowing Bu Yi's movement range.

Feeling the surrounding Sword Formation quickly shrinking, Bu Yi did not move. Instead, he stood at the center.

"What should we do? Is Bu Yi, Martial Uncle, going to lose?"

"It's very possible, but I think Martial Uncle definitely has a way."

"Impossible, Immortal Sword Sect is called the number one sect. They are very strong, I'm afraid this time Martial Uncle will really lose."2

"Shut up! Even if you lose, you can't say it out loud!"

The discussion was very loud. Wendu, who was sitting at the seat of elders, couldn't help but sigh, "Sigh, Bu Yi still lost. But it doesn't matter. I believe he will succeed in the future."

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