I have three thousand skill trees

Qin Feng frowned slightly. The swordsmanship that Zhao Hui majored in was actually very good at long-distance attack.

He didn't rush to fight back with his sword, but stepped back while swinging his sword to block.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

In an instant, hundreds of light sounds merged into a crisp long chant, and Qin Feng's sword power exploded completely, firmly blocking Zhao Hui's blow!
"What? It actually blocked it? How is this possible? This is brother Zhao Hui's sword. Can it be blocked without a cultivation level close to the Sea of ​​Qi?"

There was an uproar in the arena, and even Zhao Hui himself shrank his pupils slightly, and couldn't help showing surprise.

Although Qin Feng had won consecutive victories before, his cultivation level was too low after all. Zhao Hui really didn't expect that he would not be able to take down this kid with a single sword.

"With this sword alone, he can already be regarded as a genius! Zhao Hui, as an old man of the sect, you are also a strong man who will soon enter the Qi Sea Realm. How can you deal with such a person who doesn't even have the Spirit Martial Realm?" Entering little guy, are you interested?"

The female voice from before came again, full of contempt and disdain.

Qin Feng couldn't help sweeping his eyes away. It was a beautiful girl in a yellow dress. At first glance, the girl seemed pure and only fourteen or fifteen years old, but looking back, she seemed like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl. And after taking a second look, she actually seemed very mature, like a young lady in her twenties.

Qin Feng's heart was startled, he knew that this girl must have cultivated, some special technique, which can condense the mysteries of birth, old age, sickness and death, change of seasons and so on in himself.

"Han Muxue! It's not your turn to take care of my affairs! Don't forget, even you are not a true disciple of the sect!"

Zhao Hui snorted coldly in dissatisfaction. He didn't continue to attack, but looked down at Qin Feng condescendingly and said: "A waste like you is just an ant in my eyes! Even if you don't What can I do if I kill you? Is it a big deal?"

"Since Han Xue, the elder sister of the inner sect, interceded for you, then I will give you another chance to choose. I will cripple my hands and ten fingers, and get out of the sect on my stomach!"

After all, he has already shot once, and this alone is worth asking Qin Feng to pay another eight fingers!

When Han Muxue heard what he said, she didn't ridicule and object any more, but quietly looked at Qin Feng, waiting for his choice.

"war!"

Qin Feng's face was completely gloomy. He backed away before to lure Zhao Hui to chase him, but he didn't know that because of Han Muxue's words, Zhao Hui stopped in his tracks.

"Okay! This is your own court for death! Don't blame others when you fall to pieces under the cliff and die without a place to bury you!"

The corners of Zhao Hui's eyes twitched, and then he suppressed his anger, said a bone-chilling cry, and jumped forward!

He forced Qin Feng too much, and he didn't have any scruples. Instead, he was about to tear Qin Feng's limbs and heart, and then throw him down with his own hands!

"Go!"

Qin Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, this was really a surprise, he didn't expect Zhao Hui to come to his door like this!
I saw a sword Qi Changhong suddenly surged out of Qin Feng's hand, and in an instant, stimulated by a sharp and unparalleled sword intent, it skyrocketed to a length of more than ten feet!

"puff!"

Immediately, no matter how frightened and desperate Zhao Hui swung his sword, this sword slash with sword intent still cut off his arm holding the sword!
"what!"

Zhao Hui suddenly let out a scream, but it was not because of the pain in his body, but because of the panic and despair in his heart!

He, Zhao Hui, is a swordsman genius, how could he not have the arm to hold the sword?
Such a blow, to him, was infinitely more painful than letting him die!

"Ah! What? What do I see?"

Immediately, there was a sudden exclamation in the field, and countless people roared crazily, as if they couldn't accept this crazy fact.

"How could he cut off Brother Zhao Hui's arm? It's impossible!"

"That's sword intent! It's sword intent!"

"Sword Intent! In this world, is there really such a level of heaven-defying evildoer? How could this happen? With a pervert like him, what's the point of me waiting for the painstaking practice of swordsmanship? Even if we practice for another 100 years In 200 years, it is impossible to cultivate sword intent!"

"That's right, sword intent!"

Immediately, crazier exclamations kept ringing out, and many of the female disciples were stunned and unbelievable at first, but soon they changed their attitudes one after another, showing crazy enthusiasm towards Qin Feng look!

"How dare you, how dare you!"

The next moment, a heart-piercing roar of pain suddenly rose into the sky, directly suppressing all the exclamations of the audience, and Zhao Hui's face was twisted into ferocious eyes, all of which were full of crazy hatred.

"Don't I dare?"

Qin Feng looked at his hand with astonishment on his face, and then he chuckled lightly: "Brother Zhao misunderstood, I did not cut that sword before! You also said it, how dare I?"

Seeing this young man who cut off his own arm with his own hands and kicked it off the cliff, and still had a playful smile on his face, Zhao Hui only felt a sharp pain in his heart like a twitch.

"puff!"

He endured it, but he was still so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the aura in his body obviously weakened a lot.

"Since you don't believe me, I'll give you another sword!"

Seeing this scene, Qin Feng didn't have the slightest sympathy, but took the opportunity to swing his sword again!
Before, Qin Feng didn't really want to cut off Zhao Hui's arm, it was because he was not sure to kill the opponent directly, so he settled for the next best thing and narrowed his attack range.

"You're courting death!" Zhao Hui suddenly vomited blood and drank wildly!

"Stop! You can't kill him!" Han Muxue also exclaimed. She obviously didn't expect that under such circumstances, Qin Feng would attack again brazenly!
"puff!"

Immediately, a burst of blood splashed out, Qin Feng's move that contained sword intent, Zhao Hui couldn't dodge at all under the serious injury, he could only watch helplessly, Qin Feng's long sword pierced into his chest !
"Don't kill him! Stop it!"

In the blink of an eye, Han Muxue suddenly screamed, her voice was extremely panicked, she really didn't want Zhao Hui to die.

"how?"

Qin Feng frowned, he pressed the hilt of his sword and asked coldly.

At this moment, as long as he pulls out this sword, Zhao Hui will definitely die!