Chapter 470

Gu Yun stepped back a few steps, and then picked up the long gun in his hand. There was a fine light in his eyes. Then when the long gun came out, a strong wave of Qi rushed towards ye Ziheng.

Ye Ziheng saw this, but he didn't panic. When he turned the five grade sword in his hand, he killed a wave of rage.

The two waves collided fiercely and sent out "boom!" A loud noise, and then a gust of wind from the two waves collided with the place of violent spread, like a blade, one by one toward their faces.

The following disciples felt that the strong wind cut into their faces like a blade, and they could not help biting their teeth to show their pain, and even some people cried out in pain.

But that's not to say how powerful these wind tablets are. It's painful. In fact, the lethality of these wind movies is very limited, because most of their power dissipated at the moment of collision, and now the rest is just some scattered spare power.

The reason why these fengpians can make these disciples cry in pain is very simple.

It's like someone taking a small twig and pulling you. It hurts more than hitting you with a big stick. But in fact, the damage caused by it is quite a bit. It just hurts for a while. Even some skin injuries can't be left.

Ye Ziheng and Gu Yun, who are standing on the stage, are the closest to these wind slices, and they are also the most attacked by the wind slices. They feel pain naturally, but the only thing they can do is to bite their teeth and stick to them, and then hit them.

At the moment when the two waves collided, both of them did not hesitate to make the next move towards each other. A strong wind force collided with each other, resulting in a sharp and invisible piece of wind, which cut into their skin. The pain was unbearable, but they could only bear it.

The competition between the two was hard to distinguish, but the disciples who watched the war under them hid behind the chairs one after another. Their faces were more or less red and thin, which were all cut by the wind.

Although the real damage caused by this wind slice is very small, the pain is really painful. Every time, it's like someone cuts their face with a blade. The pain is unbearable.

"Sting!"

At this time, Gu Yun on the stage suddenly shouted. Then he left his standing position for a long time and rushed towards ye Ziheng. He stabbed several swords directly.

Ye Ziheng saw the meaning of Gu Yun. It seems that it took a long time. He wants to finish it soon.

So ye Ziheng showed a smile on his face. To be honest, he could finish the battle as soon as possible. Whether it was the long gun of qipinjing or the powerful "ten thousand Swords", it only took a few seconds for him to defeat Gu Yun.

But ye Ziheng didn't do it all the time. The reason is simple. It's to give Gu Yunzi face and not let him be defeated too badly.

But now that the time is almost over, ye Ziheng and his time is really long enough. Since he wants to end it, ye Ziheng can satisfy him.

Ye Ziheng shook the sword in his handshake and looked at Gu Yun.

"Let you lose with dignity." Ye Ziheng thought in his heart, then he raised his long sword and chopped it in the direction of Gu Yun. A golden sword wave, like the fin of a giant shark, chopped it in the direction of Gu Yun.

"Set sword way - coagulate sword to cut!"