My wife is a sword god

The young man is an eighth-level martial artist, with a level of sword intent in the slashing realm. Although he cannot wield his sword energy, he can still exert considerable power when combined with the swordsmanship moves of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.

I saw him holding the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand, thrusting forward, and a bit of cold light came through the wind, which sounded like a spear coming out like a dragon.

"Uncle, be careful!" Lan Ningshuang and Heitan Tou warned at the same time.

Bai Qiu watched with interest on the side, hoping that this little junior brother could give him a lesson, the hateful guy who took away his senior sister!

The young man took three steps and two steps at a time. Within a moment, the tip of the sword was less than ten feet away from Qin Feng.

But the latter stood there without any movement.

Just when the young man thought he had a chance to win and could perform well in front of his brothers and sisters, a white light suddenly lit up in front of his eyes!

That was Qin Feng's literary skill that inspired his righteousness - Haotian Mirror!

The tip of the sword touched the Haotian Mirror, and a white halo rippled from the mirror.

Then there was a sound like the collision of jade, and the young man was directly knocked back by the reaction force, and he almost even dropped the sword in his hand!

The sudden scene shocked everyone present, and they looked at Qin Feng in disbelief.

This weak scholar actually has such means?

"Sure enough, when literary energy is tempered into righteousness, the literary skills displayed are more powerful.

Before, even though Haotian Mirror could easily defend against the opponent's sword moves, it was impossible to repel them. "Qin Feng looked at the young man who staggered back, thoughtfully.

"I don't know how many levels of martial arts attacks my Haotian Mirror can resist at most. This young man is still a little weak after all. If I want to use it for testing, he is completely unqualified.

I have to find a way to find a seventh-grade martial artist to try my hand at it. "

Thinking of this, Qin Feng looked at the young man and said, "What, do you want to admit defeat?"

"Never admit defeat!" The young man clenched his trembling hands and said through gritted teeth.

Seeing this, Qin Feng sighed: "Then do it."

After he finished speaking, he held the Haotian Mirror in his right hand and held his left hand behind his back, looking like a master.

He even had the urge to shout, "Holding the moon and picking the stars, there is no one like me in the world," to show off to others.

But this idea was still dismissed by him. These words were too pretentious. If he said such words in Wanjian Sect, where there were many masters, he would really be beaten to death.

The young man came again with his sword in hand. This time he was smarter and did not use the thrusting movement of the sword. Instead, he swung the sword horizontally, intending to tear open the white light barrier.

However, the idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

The crisp sound sounded again, and he was knocked away again. The sword flew away from his hand, and he sat on the ground.

The boy's eyes were a little dazed, his hands were holding his trouser legs tightly, and he was biting his lip, obviously trying to restrain himself.

He reached out to grab the sword that fell to the ground not far away, trying to maintain his last stubbornness.

But at this time, Qin Feng said with inappropriate concern: "Hey, are you okay?"

The simple words completely shattered the young man's psychological defense. He couldn't control it anymore and burst into tears. Then he stood up, pushed through the crowd, and ran down the mountain.

Qin Feng's expression froze, and he was crying? The psychological endurance is too poor, right? Does Wanjian Sect only cultivate the strength of its disciples and does not pay attention to psychological construction?

This young man should learn from him. In his last life, when his class teacher dug out a two-dimensional publication in his schoolbag in front of the whole class, even though he was awkwardly picking at his feet, his expression remained unchanged and he firmly claimed that it belonged to his deskmate!

Oh, that deskmate was sick and didn't come to school

It wasn't until the young man ran away in tears that all the male disciples realized what he was doing and began to scold him.

"That's unreasonable!"

"The big one bullies the small ones, and yet he is so ruthless!"

Qin Feng frowned slightly and immediately retorted: "You can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. Which of your eyes saw me taking action?

From beginning to end, I stood here and let him attack! "

The voices of the male disciples suddenly stopped, because there was nothing wrong with what they said, but the more they did it, the more aggrieved they became.

The sixth-grade male disciple who initially proposed the sword fight said: "Junior brother, he is not perfect in his studies. He cannot break through your defense, and he cannot blame others. In this case, it is up to me, my senior brother."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Feng hurriedly interrupted: "I know you are not convinced, although I did not take action, but bullying the small with a big one is indeed a victory without force.

Let's do this. I'll choose one more person to fight with. "

The sixth-grade male disciple was about to speak, but a golden light flashed in Qin Feng's eyes, and he instantly locked onto a man older than him, but with only a seventh-grade cultivation level: "The decision is made by you."

"Ah?" The male disciple who was pointed at was a little unresponsive. He had just been verbally criticizing this person with others, but why was he targeted in the blink of an eye? Is it because his voice was too loud?

The most important thing is that he really has no confidence that he can break through the strange white light barrier, so he feels very scared.

Qin Feng glanced at the sixth-grade male disciple, who looked aggrieved, as if he had eaten a fly.

"I know you are in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry. Let me practice with this seventh-grade disciple first.

It depends on the situation, whether I should give you a chance to take action." Qin Feng thought to himself.

The seventh-grade disciple was hesitant and hesitated to speak.

Qin Feng repeated his old trick: "If you are afraid, you can admit defeat and apologize for those false remarks that slandered me before.

Fighting with you in a sword fight wouldn't be considered bullying someone small, right? "

"It's a joke, I'm just afraid that I'll hit you too hard and hurt you!

Since you can't find happiness yourself, you can't blame me. "The thin-faced male disciple felt weak in his heart, but his mouth was very tough.

He pulled out his sword and said loudly: "Brothers, please step aside, the sword has no eyes! Wait for me to take action, defeat this weak scholar, and let him get out of Wanjian Sect!"

"Okay, I, a member of the Wanjian Sect, should have such courage!"

"That's right, a weak scholar with no power to restrain a chicken dares to show off in the Wanjian Sect. He simply doesn't know how to live or die!"

"Senior brother (junior brother), I'm optimistic about you!"

The thin male disciple was greatly encouraged when he heard these words.

He didn't have much talent. In this sect with numerous geniuses, he thought that his membership would be unknown for the rest of his life, and then he would die on the road to conquer demons and ghosts at some point in the future.

Who would have thought that one day, I would receive the attention of so many fellow disciples!

"Leave it to me, boy, look at the sword!" Hearing a loud shout, the man raised the sword in his hand and swung out a sword energy.

Very powerful!

However, with just a clang sound, the moment the sword energy touched the Haotian Mirror, it could no longer move forward until it collapsed.

The pupils of the seventh-grade disciple suddenly enlarged. He had used seven or eight percent of his strength in the blow just now, but it had no effect at all!

Qin Feng, on the other hand, was secretly happy.

"Now that I have used the Haotian Mirror, it can be said to be effortless against the attack of a seventh-grade martial artist.

Do you want to try another level 6 person?

No, it's also possible that this guy hasn't used his full strength yet, so that's why.

Let him take a few more shots and see how things go. "

Thinking of this, Qin Feng put on Ye Wen's posture and said, "Senior brother, haven't you had enough to eat? Don't hold back, I can still hold on."

Everyone: "."