Break!
Boom!
Although there was no movement of energy on the sword, and it no longer had the power to destroy, there was already a fiery red cold blanket on the sword.
Although it was very thin, for some reason, Pei Kun already felt his mind was in a trance and he was sweating profusely!
Pei Kun subconsciously raised his longsword to resist!
"Boom!"
Beneath his feet, with him at the centre and Han Qianqian's Sword of Heavenly Fire and his own demonic sword as the starting point, the earth cracked with a loud bang and continued to spread behind him.
The person in the middle of the crack was blown away on the spot before he even understood what was happening.
"What!"
"Awesome!"
The elders of the Qilin clan looked dumbfounded en masse.
"Who won?"
"A draw?"
The two remained in the same stance as before, one lightly rising in the air and slashing down with his right hand diagonally like a drunken sword immortal, the other crouching long in a horse stance and drawing his sword in to block.
The Sword of Heavenly Fire and the Black Demon Sword met closely.
"Ignorant and arrogant." Pei Hu spat disdainfully, for the Fifth Elder, Pei Hu always had great respect, not only because the Fifth Elder was his elder, but also because of the Fifth Elder's superb swordsmanship.
In a race like the Legend Race, where strength was paramount, the concept of elders was far less straightforward than the stability of strength.
If you want to be truly respected, it all depends on the hardness of your fist. Pei Kun's sword technique is one of the famous fists.
That was one of the eight great skills of the Legend.
This kid dared to compare his swordplay with Pei Kun's. What else was this if not a death wish?
But just when Pei Hu was pleased with himself, suddenly, the sound of water dripping reached his ears.
A drop of blood was slowly falling from Pei Kun's body onto the ground.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, there was a muffled sound as the knee of Pei Kun's right leg hit the ground heavily.
The droplet-like blood also turned into a slow and slow flow.
"What!"
"This...!"
When he saw Pei Kun kneeling on one knee, not only was Pei Hu's entire person dumbfounded, but even the people of the Qilin clan were completely dumbfounded.
Pei Kun ...... Pei Kun was defeated?!
"This can't be, this can't be." Pei Hu panicked all of a sudden and staggered back evenly.
Even though his cultivation level was higher than Pei Kun's, if he really fought, he might not be able to get any advantage over the experienced and murderous Pei Kun.
But this was the same Pei Kun who had lost to someone else over the sword technique he was most familiar with?
How was this possible?!
It was normal that he could not understand, because even Pei Kun, who was the man in question, could not understand either.
The most bizarre thing about Han Qianqian's sword technique was that the attack was so fierce that even though he was a self-proclaimed sword god, he was defeated and exhausted in front of Han Qianqian's sword technique.
But that was all.
He completely defeated himself with a single sword, that would be impossible ah.
But the fact ......
He looked at Han Qianqian with resignation, he did not understand how this could be so.
But in Han Qianqian's eyes, there was only endless blandness, as if defeat at his hands was a perfectly normal thing.
He didn't even have a trace of pride, as if everything, as it were, was a matter of course.
"How long have you been learning swordplay?" Pei Kun looked up at Han Qianqian and asked in a soft voice.
"A little over a month." Han Qianqian said indifferently.
"A month?" Hearing Han Qianqian's answer, not only was Pei Kun dumbfounded, but even the people of the Qilin clan were dumbfounded too.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed that they could easily defeat a master swordsman who had used the sword for decades or even centuries.
Or rather, even if they had seen it with their own eyes, it would still be hard to believe.
"You're either bragging or ......." Pei Kun said in a cold voice.
"That is bragging." Han Qianqian interrupted without a care in the world.
Pei Kun gritted his teeth, but quickly loosened them again, "Your swordplay is very good, can I know what swordplay it is?"
"Are you qualified to know? With your status as an elder of a human-looking clan?" Han Qianqian said disdainfully.
Suddenly, Pei Kun laughed, a miserable, desolate laugh.
He had been a soldier all his life, and the long sword in his hand had even enabled him to achieve countless battle feats, and countless enemies had died under his own sword, but he was afraid that he would never imagine that one day, he himself, too, would die under someone else's sword.
"Hahaha, hahahahaha!" Pei Kun threw himself up in the air and laughed!
In the next second, he suddenly stopped, looked at Han Qianqian, and made an incomparably amazing move.