0"Come on!" Qin Ming said with a serious expression.
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Jue Wuya was a true genius of the sword. Any carelessness could lead to a flaw.
"Swoosh!" The sound of footsteps could be heard. Jue Wuya had already disappeared from where he stood. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Qin Ming.
Jue Wuya thrust his sword at Qin Ming from a tricky angle. His speed was as fast as the wind, and there was no sound.
"Too slow!" Qin Ming smiled. He struck the sword with his palm. He took a step forward and appeared in Jue Wuya's blind spot. He threw a punch at Jue Wuya's chest.
Jue Wuya's body suddenly became alert. He felt like he was being stared at by an ancient ferocious beast, and he wanted to retreat.
At this moment, Qin Ming seemed to have already anticipated Jue Wuya's reaction. He appeared at the spot where Jue Wuya had to pass through and lightly punched Jue Wuya's chest.
Jue Wuya's center of gravity suddenly became unstable and was about to fall down. He fell to the ground.
Qin Ming turned his fist into a palm and caught Jue Wuya's body.
"I lost!" Jue Wuya, who stood up, cupped his hands and said.
Qin Ming smiled and said, "It's nothing. I just have more combat experience than you. If I cultivate for a while longer, you will definitely be stronger than me."
Jue Wuya shook his head and said, "A loss is a loss. Besides, how can you have more combat experience than me?
I have to fight Devil Beast every day. I have to fight a few battles every day. How old are you? "
Qin Ming smiled and did not explain.
He had lived for more than ten thousand years. Even if he was not a martial maniac, he did not fight many times.
However, he had lived for a long time. Even if he fought a few times a year, he still couldn't be compared to Jue Wuya.
Furthermore, how could he only fight a few times a year?
In his previous life, Jue Wuya often looked for him to practice with his sword, even though he could not beat him.
But now, he finally got his revenge from his previous life.
"How did you do it?" Jue Wuya asked Qin Ming curiously.
Qin Ming's speed of attack was not very fast. However, he had a feeling that he had nowhere to hide.
It was as if he was bound by a certain force, making him unable to escape even if he wanted to.
"Do you have many swords?" Qin Ming suddenly asked.
"Yes, but my swords are all specially made fine swords!" After saying that, Jue Wuya took out a thin sword from the spatial item.
"Why are you asking this?"
"Give it to me!" Qin Ming said, "If I tell you, you may not be able to feel it. Only when you truly fight can you feel the profoundness of the sword technique."
"You also know the sword technique?" Jue Wuya handed the thin sword to Qin Ming and said, " However, this kind of sword is specially made. You might not be used to it!"
Qin Ming took the sword and casually played with it. He smiled and said: "It's fine. I like this kind of sword, because this kind of sword is fast!"
Looking at the sword flower that Qin Ming was playing with, Jue Wuya instantly became serious.
As the saying goes, once an expert makes a move, there is only one that doesn't exist. The sword flowers that Qin Ming was playing with were even more beautiful than his. He was the one who used swords for his entire life.
Furthermore, this sword was specially made by him, and it was most suitable for him to use.
But now, when it came to Qin Ming, why did he feel that this sword was specially made by Qin Ming? And he was just a layman.
"Are you ready?" Qin Ming asked in a deep voice.
"Yes! Come on!" Jue Wuya immediately got into position and prepared to welcome Qin Ming's attack.
Qin Ming took a step forward and leaned forward. The aura on his body suddenly changed. If it was said that Qin Ming, who had just used his fist, was as tall and mighty as Mount Tai... Well, now it's as deep as the ocean.