Strongest Eccentric Consort Chapter 1159: Play until you serve!

"I didn't expect it at all! It turned out to be like this!"

"The ninth hall... actually defeated the fourth hall two games in a row?"

Everyone whispered in disbelief...

Tantaiyuan, who has been calm all the time, has a trace of emotion in his dark, cold, indifferent eyes that seem to have no human emotions, and looks sideways at Lou Qianxue: "What did you teach him? What swordsmanship?"

When Tantai Yuan asked, what Lou Qianxue said to the elders of the second hall 'can't be said' instantly became 'can be said'.

She explained to Tantaiyuan with the sparse Yuan force that had just recovered in her body condensing sound into a line: "This is the sword of illusion!"

"The sword of illusion?"

"That's right, the fake sword, hiding the real sword and letting everyone see a fake sword -- this sword technique has only one move, but it's very difficult to practice. I think Lin Tingfeng is so quick The sword sweeps all directions, and teach him to try it, but he did not expect it to work!"

The phantom sword makes people see only a phantom sword. The real sword, the trajectory and direction it takes, is completely different from the phantom sword...

The opponent only pays attention to the fake sword, but ignores the real sword...

So, you can be unexpected!

Everyone sees that the sword that shoots directly at Feng Wuque is an imaginary sword!

The real sword comes from the side of Feng Wuque, so Feng Wuque's body was pierced from the side...

Tantaiyuan is extremely smart. As soon as Lou Qianxue said it, he understood everything and couldn't help nodding: "Yes."

Everyone still couldn't figure out that sword, and there was a commotion all around! ~

"No!"

Feng Wu Que roars loudly!

His complexion was ashen, his expression ferocious, and his cold eyes were extremely crimson...

"I don't agree!"

It seems that this battle has not yet started, except for the three killing swords, he is obviously useless...

It's so bad

It's so frustrating!

Also, he doesn't even know how he lost!

Lin Tingfeng's eyes were also very complicated. He looked at this person who could only be looked up to in the past, and suddenly felt that the past he cared about was a joke...

It's just a waste of energy to care about such people...

What he should care about is a broader stage and a more exciting life in the future...

His eyes suddenly firmed up: "Aren't you satisfied?"

With a sneer, he put away his sword and swept all directions, striding towards Feng Wuque: "Then..."

Whoosh!

A silver long sword slashed through the void again!

The Sword of Imagination!

The wind, who has been hit by a sword once, is full of attention, staring at the long sword like an enemy...

However...

Pfft!

The real sword, from right in front of him, slashed a bloodstain on his body...

"Ah-"

Feng Wuque let out a pained cry and stepped back again and again...

Lin Tingfeng continued to move forward, with the same indifference and arrogance on his face as Feng Wuque had before: "Then, fight until you serve!"

Pfft!

Pfft!

A series of false swords, covering people's eyes and ears, real swords, scratches and winds again and again...

Feng Wuque's confidence has been hit, and his heart is even more aggrieved, his expression is gradually grim, and in his red eyes, his reason is at stake...

"..." Everyone exclaimed as they watched, as dazed as Feng Wu Que.

"Why every time, the direction of his sword is different from the original direction of the sword?"

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"Amazing!"

"I thought before that he was the wind Wuque who reluctantly won... Only now did I realize that Lin Tingfeng's victory over Feng Wuque was as easy as the palm of your hand!"

"It's incredible!"

"Why is Lin Tingfeng so powerful? This ninth hall seems a little different from what I thought..."