And seeing Yang Dingtian's dirty bun, she was more absolutely confident, took the sword and walked over, the assistant said the rules, Nan Yueshan said: "Two wins in three games." ”

"Yes, you can. ”

Yang Dingtian was a little excited, a novel game, he took a step forward, still crossed his waist with one hand, swiped the sword in his front hand, and said in his mouth: "Ah." ”

What kind of mess is this, are you Bruce Lee or Zorro, even the assistants on the side laughed.

Nan Yueshan smiled at the corner of her mouth, but she couldn't see it when she wore a mask, but the smile in her eyes was very clear.

Nan Yueshan took a breath to stabilize her mind, the good show was behind, she could laugh slowly, she took two steps forward, and suddenly an arrow step, a sword slashed at Yang Dingtian's chest.

This is a sword that must be hit.

Not only did she think so, but the assistant next to her also thought so.

The assistant's eyes were completely appreciative.

This sword is perfect, whether it is speed, power, or angle.

But Yang Dingtian doesn't think so.

In the eyes of Peach Blossom, the speed of Nanyue shirt is almost in slow motion, and as for the strength, it is even more negligible.

The sword in Yang Dingtian's hand just shook lightly, and the tip of the sword hit the sword of Nanyue Shirt, and the sword of Nanyue Shirt was bounced away, and then the sword was flattened, and at a slow speed, it slammed into Nanyue Shirt's chest.

Halfway through the sword of Nanyue's shirt, he only felt a shock to his wrist, and a strong force was transmitted, and the sword in his hand was violently raised and bulleted, not to mention the chest of Yang Dingtian, and he almost flew out of his hand.

The tip of the sword flicked away, and it was impossible to slash Yang Dingtian, and her body was less than a meter away from Yang Dingtian because of the arrow step, and it was too late to retreat or hide.

If Yang Dingtian is a lightning-like sword, then it's a little better, but it's such a slow motion, which makes her see clearly, but she can't think about it, and it's the most exciting.

The sword slashed on the body, because of the thick protective clothing, it didn't hurt.

But Nan Yueshan's mouth subconsciously let out a painful scream: "Ah." ”

It's a pain in my heart.

The assistant was dumbfounded, and it wasn't until Yang Dingtian turned his head to look at him that he raised his hand and said, "One to zero." ”

Nan Yueshan put away her sword and retreated, only one sword, the physical exertion was not large, but she couldn't help but open her mouth and pant.

This sword stirred her heart too much, especially the slow sword, it was really like seeing a sword into her chest.

The feeling is indescribable.

The main thing is the ideological gap, which she didn't expect at all.

Stood firm, took two deep breaths, and looked at Yang Dingtian fiercely, through the mask, you could vaguely see the smile in Yang Dingtian's eyes.

"I don't believe it. ”

She screamed fiercely in her heart, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath to calm her mind.

"It was an accident just now, his strength is very great, he has practiced swords, although the traditional swordsmanship is all fancy, but some country style power is often very large, pay attention to this, don't let his sword touch again, don't be arrogant, to see him as a real opponent, to pay equal attention to the real and the real, to lead away his sword, and then take the opportunity to attack. ”

In just an instant, she completed the psychological transformation, and at the same time summarized the shortcomings of both parties, and came up with a plan to deal with it.

Such a white-collar elite is indeed very powerful.

Taking another deep breath, Nan Yueshan opened her eyes, pointed forward at the tip of her sword, and slowly stepped forward, moving the tip of her sword up and down, and made a few feints.

Yang Dingtian is still in that funny posture, with one hand on his waist and the other hand on his sword, motionless, and his feet are far apart, which is actually not conducive to moving.

It's really dirt.

But Nan Yueshan didn't smile at this time.

The assistant didn't laugh either.

Nan Yueshan stared at the tip of the Yangding Heavenly Sword tightly, and the assistant was the same.

Nan Yue's shirt suddenly stepped forward, and the tip of the sword hit the Yangding Heavenly Sword at the same time.

It seems to be to remove the sword of Yang Dingtian, and then slash straight at it.

But in fact, this is just a feint, the foot is a false step, and as soon as it is vertical, it immediately retreats.

But what disappointed her was that Yang Dingtian didn't pull her sword and then give her a sword slowly, like the first sword.

Yang Dingtian didn't move at all, standing there stupidly with his sword crossed, like a toad that had been struck by thunder.

Nan Yueshan gritted her teeth, and moved forward in broken steps again, the previous sword was seven points false and three points real, which may have been seen to him, this time, she was seven points real, three points empty, the strength of the sword was greater, and the amplitude of the front sword was also greater, almost almost to Yang Dingtian's chest, before she suddenly withdrew her sword and retreated.

This sword, she really made a big surprise.

But Yang Dingtian still stood stupidly in Haoli, motionless.

"He can't be really stupid. ”

Nanyue was a little confused for a while.

"The first sword, probably an accident. ”

After trying two swords in a row, Yang Dingtian was so stupid, she changed her mind in her heart, took a slight breath, and stepped forward again, this time no longer hesitated, the sword flicked the tip of Yang Dingtian's sword, and at the same time said in her mouth: "Ah." ”

With all his strength, he slashed his abdomen into the sun.

"Perfect. ”

This was the cry of the assistant's heart.

Nan Yueshan also felt that this sword, from angle to speed, was perfect.

Her sword is not only fast, but also uses the method of combining virtual and real, the sword is flicked, it was originally Yang Dingtian's chest, but she suddenly sank her wrist and slashed towards Yang Dingtian's lower abdomen, and she turned obliquely at the same time, even if Yang Dingtian counterattacked, she could avoid it.

This is the highest level of sword she has been practicing since she practiced swords.

That's what she thinks herself.

But in this world, you can't just think about it, you have to ask others what they think.

Just when she was about to slash Yang Dingtian's lower abdomen with a sword, Yang Dingtian suddenly swirled.

His spin is still very graceful, or rather, a little coquettish, just like the medieval court dance steps, as if with a dance partner, a flying spin, and then spinning.

The tip of Nanyue's sword almost grazed his ass.

And with her slash, Yang Dingtian swirled again, and the distance between the two people was shortened again, just like the first sword.

Then, Yang Dingtian slashed over with a slow sword.

That movement, that speed, is exactly the same as the first sword.

And Nanyue Shirt was also completely unable to dodge, because the distance was too close, and her strength was just used to the extreme.

Almost blindly, watching the tip of Yang Dingtian's sword slowly slash into her.

It's just that the position of this sword is slightly different.

The first sword slashed at her chest, between her breasts, but this sword struck her left breast.

Separated by thick protective clothing, and Yang Dingtian didn't really use his strength, so there was no pain on Nanyue's body.

But the psychological pleasure is incomprehensible.

Because of this sword, it seems that there is a superposition of the first sword.