Villain [Rebirth]

The airflow suddenly became fierce, and the white snow around Ling Ziyi rose into a vortex as high as a person.

Ice swords made of snowflakes were shot from all directions, and the attack was fierce, but he could feel that Jiang Cifeng hadn't used his full strength.

Just trying to distract him from his defenses.

The techniques of the two come from the same source, but Jiang Cifeng can directly manipulate the airflow, while Ling Ziyi needs a more substantial medium, and the desert environment is the best place for him to fight.

The ice and snow on Longyin Mountain are not as hard as sand and dust. For Ling Ziyi, who cannot control the airflow density, it has almost no lethality, but it is beneficial to Jiang Cifeng's battle.

If the two sides use all their strength, Ling Ziyi will definitely be unable to resist, but Jiang Cifeng has been hit by the heart-piercing talisman, and if he consumes too much at this moment, he will lose the magic power of the sealing talisman, which is tantamount to death.

Therefore, Ling Ziyi guessed that he would definitely not kill him directly.

Sure enough, while resisting the flying snow and ice arrows, Ling Ziyi noticed a flash of sword light beside him, and Jiang Cifeng, who was standing in the distance, had disappeared.

Ling Ziyi immediately picked up his sword to split the ice and snow vortex in front of him, and jumped forward to dodge, but Jiang Cifeng had expected him to dodge, turned around and stabbed with his sword——

With a crisp sound of "choking", Ling Ziyi blocked a sword, turned around in the air, circled behind Jiang Cifeng's side, and counterattacked with his sword.

He is also familiar with Jiang Cifeng's methods. The two have been fighting each other all year round, and Ling Ziyi is not weak in swordsmanship. At this moment, Jiang Cifeng gave up his advantage in technique and used sword moves to fight each other. Ling Ziyi breathed a sigh of relief.

Fighting with spells, Ling Ziyi will definitely lose, but the heart-piercing talisman will be triggered, and in the end they can only die together.

The two are well aware of this, so they only use a few techniques to restrain the opponent's offense and defense, and tacitly use swordsmanship to decide the outcome.

Jiang Cifeng's talent in physical skills is well known in the world, but because of this talent, he is lazy and arrogant when practicing swords on weekdays, his foundation is not solid, and his defense is full of loopholes under the swift and fierce offensive.

Ling Ziyi only showed [-]% of his strength in normal sparring, but now he was fighting, he also concealed [-]% of his strength, hoping to make Jiang Cifeng take it lightly, and then look for an opportunity to strike with all his strength.

After all, Jiang Cifeng was young, and his temperament was not as calm as Ling Ziyi's. After a few moves, he found that his advantage was getting stronger, and his offensive became more and more fierce.

Ling Ziyi seized the opportunity and exposed his flaws, causing Jiang Cifeng to stab his throat with a sword——

Ling Ziyi leaned back and hit the ground with his sword. His whole body was pressed against the snow, and he shoveled under the flying Jiang Cifeng. Taking advantage of the opportunity when the opponent could not dodge in mid-air, he stabbed Jiang Cifeng's vital point with his sword!

With a sharp sword whistling, the tip of the sword pierced Jiang Cifeng's chest, but he didn't see him return the sword to block. Ling Ziyi found that the tip of the sword had no resistance, as if it was piercing the air.

Oh no, it's Jiang Cifeng's streamer phantom technique!

Ling Ziyi knew it was a trick, seeing the phantom stabbing westward, he immediately turned back and swung his sword eastward to block, but he was a step too late, and the blocked sword still cut the back of his neck.

Ling Ziyi rolled on the spot, swept Bai Xue with his sword, forced Jiang Cifeng's offensive back, and quickly retreated to a safe range.

The snowflakes gradually fell to the ground one after another, and the two fought apart again, silently confronting each other.

Blood dripped from the tip of Jiang Cifeng's sword and penetrated into the white snow.