Chapter 1676 Cutting Spring Breeze

This battle lasted for more than half an hour.

The initial excited cheers and applause from the audience gradually died down. In the quiet air, the crisp sound of swords clashing and the silent yet powerful impact of internal forces made the atmosphere increasingly tense.

All the audience couldn't help but hold their breath, their eyes unwilling to leave the two people on the stage.

They were two opponents with very similar sword moves. Their movements were as fast as lightning, and their sword moves were all aimed directly at the vital points without any mercy. Even the aura they had when they drew their swords was similarly cold as ice.

There are more and more cracks in the ring.

By the time impatience began to show in Xia Fuyi's eyes, the circle of stone slabs outside the arena had almost been broken.

It's meaningless.

Xia Fuyi thought so.

Many people say that the person who is most difficult to defeat in the world is yourself, but in fact the most boring thing is also defeating yourself.

She blocked the incoming sword with one sword, and a dazzling and sharp flame slid out.

The two were as far apart as possible at this moment, and the knife light illuminated the two pairs of cold eyes looking at each other.

Then Xia Fuyi blinked.

She decided to end the fight.

The next moment, the sword blade slid to the bottom, and after a sharp sound, the sword light suddenly disappeared.

As if a shadow had slipped behind him, Mu Ningqing turned around with his sword across his chest, but it only blocked the floating dust.

There was no one in front of him, and the afterimage he had just seen seemed to be just an illusion.

At this moment everyone was stunned for a moment.

Mu Ningqing was no exception. Even though he was stunned for a shorter time than everyone else, it was enough.

In just this brief moment, a faint sound of wind came from the top of the mountain, from the sky, and from the vast stairs, and then turned into a huge hurricane at an extremely fast speed, surrounding the entire arena.

A leaf from nowhere floated onto the blade of his sword, and then he saw a needle-like sharp and bright light reflected in the light of his own sword, coming from the sky and reaching his head earlier than the hurricane.

The sense of danger that his life was hanging by a thread was approaching rapidly, causing goose bumps all over his body.

Before Mu Ningqing could even look up, he suddenly raised his hand and held the sword across his head.

With a loud and crisp sound, his sword blade was bent into a crescent-shaped arc by the bright sword light.

Only then did I look up and finally see the figure that suddenly disappeared.

Those dark eyes as cold as ice and snow were reflected in the light of his sword and his pupils, and the next moment she suddenly curled her lips.

The figure suddenly pressed down again with the sound of the wind. He suddenly opened his eyes wide and realized that what had just hit his sword was not the real tip of the sword.

But it was a bright sword intent!

Some people in the audience had already exclaimed.

"Sword Intent! She actually cultivated the Sword Intent!"

Before the cry of surprise had even finished, the blade of the sword in Mu Ningqing's hand, which had been severely damaged again, had already cracked. He looked up at the man, using his internal strength to support himself and deal with it, while gritting his teeth and saying,

"I've never seen you use this technique before... I've never seen you use this technique before. Where did you get this from?"

Xia Fuyi raised her eyebrows slightly and said lightly,

“I created it myself.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she jumped up and kicked his sword.

Before Mu Ningqing could steady himself after taking a few steps backwards, the girl had already shot out.

A sword pointed forward, as fast as an afterimage, as if carrying thousands of wisps of spring breeze.

When the wind stopped and the leaves fell, the corners of the green gauze robe slowly rose and fell.

The two men passed each other and stood shoulder to shoulder. Mu Ningqing had nothing in his hand. His sword was stuck in the ground not far away, still shaking slightly with the remaining force.

In front of his neck, the sword in the girl's hand was already across his throat in the opposite direction.

Mu Ningqing stood there stiffly.

Xia Fuyi didn't even glance at him.

She held the sword across his neck and slowly answered,

"This move is called."

"Cut, spring, wind."

Suddenly, the wind blew up, blowing away the outer circle of stone slabs that were completely shattered into powder by this move.

The audience closest to the stage suddenly felt the pain on their faces when they reached out to scatter the dust.

They all reached out to touch their faces, and blood was slowly oozing out from the wounds that had been cut silently at some point.