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When I use a sword, do I need to weigh its length and weight?

Ximen Chuixue's question caused his mind to fall into a temporary state of confusion. Then Li Maozhen quickly reacted and shook his head, feeling speechless for such a sword fanatic.

He doesn't even care about his own height and weight, so how can he care about a sword? All he cares about is his sister and Qi Guo.

But, then again, what is Yun Ji’s height and weight?

Suddenly thinking of something, Li Maozhen quietly glanced at the empress standing under the eaves watching the battle with the corner of his eye, and a question arose in his mind.

"Brother Li, why don't you answer?" Seeing that Li Maozhen did not answer his question, Ximen Chuixue continued to stroke the black sheath sword in his hand and asked him.

Li Maozhen: "..."

I don't know, how to answer?

Li Maozhen raised his eyebrows. Li Maozhen wanted to answer him directly. He didn't know how long and heavy the sword in his hand was, but based on his observations in the past two days since he joined the group, if he answered like this, he would probably be caught in front of him.

The man laughed at him, saying that he was not worthy to use a sword, let alone his opponent.

Well, if this guy dares to say such things to me, then I promise to make him understand why the flowers are so red.

but……

Knowing that I might be scolded for answering like this, why would I foolishly seek scolding?

"Well, just deal with him casually." Thinking, Li Maozhen lowered his eyes, looked at the sword in his hand, and began to quickly estimate its length, while roughly feeling its weight with his hands.

After a few breaths, Li Maozhen knew what he was doing. He raised his arm, pointed the tip of the sword directly at Ximen Chuixue, and said calmly: "This sword is my king's sword. The sword is four feet and one inch long, and its net weight is seven kilograms and nine taels. It is beyond the sky."

The divine stone is made through thousands of refinements."

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

All the Huanyinfang disciples, including the Empress, who were standing under the eaves watching the battle, couldn't help but feel their spirits shaken. These two people... are so powerful?!

Not only them, but Xiong Ba and others in the chat group who entered the live broadcast room to watch the live broadcast were also shocked by the coolness these two people exuded across the screen.

Unexpectedly, these two people came so close before the competition, giving people the feeling of being so unpredictable and strong at first glance.

No, I (I) have to learn from it.

So, Xiong Ba and Wei Wuxian, who live in different worlds, reached out and drew their swords at the same time. Then, Wei Wuxian pulled out his casual sword. Xiong Ba, who had his hand on his waist, suddenly realized that he didn't have a sword. This was very weird.

How embarrassing.

In the world of the Patriarch of the Demonic Way, Wei Wuxian waved the sword in his hand and murmured: "This sword is a divine weapon in the world. It has spirituality in it. The blade is four feet and one inch, and its net weight is eight pounds and six taels. It is ten thousand years old."

Forged from cold iron, it can be cut like clay, it can slay demons and demons, it is omnipotent!"

After finishing speaking, a trace of satisfaction flashed across Wei Wuxian's face. He had already decided that if there was a sword competition at the next chat banquet of hundreds of immortal families, he would pick Jin Zixuan to fight, and then this would be him

Conversation with Jin Zixuan.

However, the most important thing is to buy a ruler and a scale later to weigh this fairy sword.

………………

Painting the world of Jianghu, Huanyinfang.

After receiving Li Maozhen's answer, Ximen Chuixue nodded, with a trace of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Knowing the length and weight of his own sword, it seems that Brother Li is also a lover of swords, which is very good, very good.

Then, Ximen Chuixue was ready to take action.

"Brother Li, please enlighten me!"

"Come on!" He shouted loudly, and then Li Maozhen swung his sword, and a purple sword light immediately overflowed and slashed towards Ximen Chuixue fiercely.

"Hmm, purple sword light?" This was the first time I saw sword energy of this color released. Ximen Chuixue's pupils shrank suddenly, and he hurriedly stepped on the ground with his right foot. He jumped up from the ground and avoided it.

This sword of Li Maozhen.

Then, after jumping into the air, he took advantage of the gap before he landed, turned somersault in mid-air, and moved forward rapidly, arriving at a position less than three steps away from Li Maozhen.

"sulfuric acid!"

The black sheath sword in his hand thrust forward and collided with the long sword Li Maozhen used as a crossbar. Suddenly, a harsh metal collision sounded, and an invisible wind pressure pressed towards the surroundings, blowing away the empress's plants in the courtyard.

The flowers and plants swayed for a while.

"The speed is good." He took Ximen Chuixue's sword very simply. Through the collision of the two swords, he felt the strength of the opponent's internal strength. A smile with a chance of winning flashed in the depths of Li Maozhen's eyes, and faced

Ximen Chuixue, who still had a frosty face in front of him, said calmly.

"Brother Li's reaction is also very keen." Ximen Chuixue, who also sensed Li Maozhen's internal strength and knew that he was not as good as him, said without any other elements in his tone.

If you are not as good as the opponent, then there is no point in fighting. Besides, what you care about is swordsmanship and not internal strength, so just be inferior!

"Bang!" At this time, Li Maozhen suddenly raised his thigh and kicked Ximen Chuixue in the abdomen 180 degrees upwards. After noticing this, Ximen Chuixue immediately waved his palm downwards, so that the toes and palms of the two met.

, the two groups of true energy collided with each other, and no one could do anything to the other for the time being.

However, since it is temporary, it will eventually end, and the mutual stalemate will always be broken.

No, Li Maozhen opened his eyes slightly and increased his internal force output. In an instant, the zhenqi attached to his toes defeated the zhenqi contained in Ximen Chuixue's palm and kicked him directly.

flew out.

Then, Li Maozhen teleported and disappeared from the spot, appearing behind Ximen Chuixue who flew backwards.

The long sword in his hand was swung out unceremoniously, and he was about to make a gash in Ximen Chuixue's body.

But Ximen Chuixue is also the top master in the world. Although his internal strength is not as good as Li Maozhen, his acuity in battle will not be lost to his opponent. When he heard the sound of the long sword rubbing against the air from behind, he immediately

Guessing the situation behind him, he decisively turned around and counterattacked with his sword.

"镪!镪!镪!..."

In this way, two people and two swords collided back and forth in mid-air, like lightning and flint. They fought repeatedly, then landed with both feet on the ground at the same time, and then fought again. Many people did not see the movements of these two people clearly, because

, the speed with which they draw their swords is really too fast.

"Good swordsmanship, but they don't seem to be very powerful!" In the chat group and live broadcast room, as one of the few strong men who could clearly see the two of them fighting, Wei Wuxian touched his chin, a little puzzled.

murmured.

Xiongba: "In a close fight, if the power of the sword is too great, you will also be injured."

Wei Wuxian: “Oh, can’t you send and receive messages freely?”

Xiongba: "It is precisely because it can be sent and received freely that the power is deliberately reduced to avoid hurting yourself. You can't expect your sword to be spiritual. It will only attack the enemy and not hurt yourself, right?"

Wei Wuxian: “Aren’t your swords spiritual?”

Xiongba: "You have?"

Wei Wuxian: “I do.”

Xiongba: "..."

Damn it, I don’t want to deal with this person.

While Wei Wuxian was talking to Xiong Ba, Li Maozhen and Ximen Chuixue had already exchanged more than twenty moves. Then, Li Maozhen figured out Ximen Chuixue's tricks. To put it bluntly, he was quick.

Knowing this, he suddenly felt bored. Then, he flashed left and right like a ghost, avoiding several fast swords from Ximen Chuixue. Finally, he broke through a weak spot in his sword move with one sword and cut himself off.

The long sword in his hand rested on his shoulder.

The battle is over.

Looking at Ximen Chuixue, whose face was still cold, but with a clear look of unwillingness in his eyes, Li Maozhen said lightly: "Your swordsmanship is good, but it's a pity that you are not fast enough!"