Immortal Martial God

Chapter 272 Quicksand

The sword should be the most flexible of all weapons.

The swords were divided into long swords, short swords, wide blade swords, heavy swords, giant swords, and soft swords.

The difference between a heavy sword and a giant sword was that a heavy sword had no edge and relied more on its striking power, while a giant sword's use was more similar to a knife.

It could be said that weapons like swords could adapt to the vast majority of martial skills and moves, and there were many variations.

Throughout the ages, countless martial artists had developed dazzling and endless uses of the sword.

Many martial artists were more willing to change when they used their swords, using sword techniques to catch the enemy off guard.

Obviously, Yan Fei belonged to this type of change-seeking, but Feng Zhaoqi was a traditional expert in the sword dao.

At this moment, Yan Fei had already pushed towards Feng Zhaoqi. The core longsword in his hand suddenly stabbed, and the four auxiliary longswords immediately split apart and attacked Feng Zhaoqi in different ways.

The two long swords split left and right, circled around Feng Zhaoqi's body, and suddenly stabbed down.

The two long swords split up and attacked from the upper and lower paths.

The core longsword was held in Yan Fei's hand, waiting for Feng Zhaoqi's flaw at any moment.

Facing the different angles of the four swords, Feng Zhaoqi took a bow step forward with his left leg. His right hand quickly twitched the hilt of the sword, but he did not know how many times it twitched. The speed was simply too fast.

At the same time, Yan Fei's four swords were slashed to the ground at the same time!

"So fast!" Li Qingchuan sucked in a breath of cold air. He was also a martial artist who used a sword. He was shocked and said, "After the joint examination, you must ask Zhao Qi for advice on using the sword."

After Feng Zhaoqi shot down the four swords, the scabbard in his left hand immediately changed directions and aimed the hilt at Yan Fei. Then, he drew his sword again with his right hand!

Until today, Xiang Nan remembered that he didn't seem to have seen Feng Zhaoqi's sword in its entirety. Every time, he only saw a small section of the sword.

"Heh, really fast!" Yan Fei quickly took half a step back. His right sword suddenly jerked, and the four swords on the ground suddenly came to life and flew back to his side.

The four swords revolved around Yan Fei at high speed, and a series of clashing sounds could be heard. The four swords blocked almost all of Feng Zhaoqi's attacks.

But … there was only one sword that didn't block it, leaving a long, shallow sword wound on Yan Fei's chest. Blood had already begun to emerge.

Yan Fei quickly took two steps forward and his body soared into the air. He slashed three times at Feng Zhaoqi with the posture of hanging his head and feet upside down.

One of the four swords rotated on its own, turning into a wheel that sliced towards Feng Zhaoqi.

A long sword was raised high up and descended from the sky, slashing down vertically! A long sword radiance was fierce, as if it was being grabbed by an invisible person, wildly slashing from all angles.

The last longsword softened and circled around Feng Zhaoqi like a silk satin. Occasionally, it would go up to probe and try to wrap around Feng Zhaoqi's body.

Feng Zhaoqi lowered his head and suddenly disappeared!

Immediately after, he appeared behind Yan Fei and quickly drew his sword with his right hand!

Chi!

The sound of air-splitting rang out, and Yan Fei was directly slashed to the ground, leaving behind a bone-deep sword wound on his back!

"Ah …" Li Qingchuan was stunned. "He drew his sword so quickly, but he even moved as quickly as he did."

"Quicksand!"

Just as Feng Zhaoqi was about to land and deliver another fatal blow to Yan Fei, Yan Fei raised his head with an unusually cold smile on his face.

He shouted the word quicksand, causing everyone to feel puzzled, but what happened next exceeded everyone's expectations.

"It's Yuan Qi fluctuations!" Xiang Nan immediately saw the anomaly!

Just now, when Yan Fei was in midair, he had actually left behind an invisible Yuan Qi in the air!

When Feng Zhaoqi slashed down Yan Fei and was about to attack again, the invisible Yuan Qi in the air poured down like a downpour! Splashed all over Feng Zhaoqi's body.

Immediately after, Feng Zhaoqi was thrown to the ground, as if he had been thrown with a bucket of incomparably viscous solution.

This kind of Yuan Qi was extremely viscous, and its astonishing viscosity caused Feng Zhaoqi's movements to become much slower.

Especially after his feet landed on the ground, the viscous Yuan Qi actually stuck to the arena floor! It made Feng Zhaoqi's leg movements extremely difficult.

"Holy shit!" Luo Yuan exclaimed, "What kind of exaggerated technique is this?"

"Hey." Yan Fei endured the intense pain behind his back and stood up. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Feng Zhaoqi, you've been tricked."

As he spoke, he slashed down with his sword, and the four long swords sliced towards Feng Zhaoqi at the same time.

Feng Zhaoqi moved his body and tried to dodge the attack, but the stickiness under his feet and on his body slowed his speed by two-thirds!

If a speed-type Sword Dao martial artist lost two-thirds of his speed, it would be a devastating blow.

"It's bad!" Shen Linhai's heart sank.

At this moment, a sharp light suddenly burst out from Feng Zhaoqi's body! It was the Xiantian Dipper Qi of the Sword Sect!

Xiantian Astral Qi carried an incomparably sharp attribute. The moment Xiantian Astral Qi burst out, the viscous Yuan Qi in Feng Zhaoqi's entire body was cut to pieces. The four swords were also sent flying by the pure Xiantian Astral Qi.

On Yan Fei's front body, the sword Qi condensed from the perceptive Xiantian Dipper Qi had sliced out four sword wounds in a row! Blood mist suddenly spilled down.

"Haha!" That Yan Fei was seriously injured, but he still laughed loudly, "I had already expected this move of yours!"

A lot of Yuan Qi fluctuations! A flash of lightning flashed through Xiang Nan's eyes.

It was still a scheme! Yan Fei deliberately stalled for time. At this moment, the sky was already filled with viscous Yuan Qi fluctuations.

At this moment, Yan Fei raised his hands high and shouted, "Quicksand World!"

His hands abruptly lifted downwards, and an overwhelming amount of Yuan Qi descended from the sky. Giggling sounds could be heard endlessly, sprinkling down onto the entire arena, drenching Feng Zhaoqi's entire body.

The viscous Yuan Qi was attached to the entire surface of the arena, but it was wriggling and wriggling as it cooked.

Feng Zhaoqi released the Xiantian Astral Qi once more. The sharp Yuan Qi cut the viscous Yuan Qi around his body hundreds of times in a row! Nearly a hundred faults have been cut out.

However, the trouble was that the arena was covered with viscous Yuan Qi! Wherever he cut, a new viscous Yuan Qi filled it.

Feng Zhaoqi took a step forward, but when he raised his right leg, the sticky Yuan Qi connected to his right foot and the Yuan Qi on the surface of the arena. The Yuan Qi was pulled into a long "tendon" shape. After the tendon was pulled high, the stretching force reached its limit and pulled Feng Zhaoqi's right leg back.

"What the hell is this!" Li Qingchuan's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.

"Haha, come on!" Yan Fei swung the sword in his hand, and a thick strand of Yuan Qi immediately stuck to Feng Zhaoqi's sword. Following that, Yan Fei pulled the sword back, and the Yuan Qi snatched Feng Zhaoqi's sword away.