The mountain wind is wanton, and the rain and fog are rolling. (Book ^ House * Small} Say + Net)

Ji Kang stood proudly in the wind and rain, his white shirt fluttering, his black hair flying, his eyes were restrained, and the long sword in his waist was buzzing, like a fairy.

He was alone with one sword and one sword against the Nine True Monarchs of the Daomen, and his eyes were calm and indifferent.

"If you want to fight, then fight, I'll fight nine. ”

These words, which seemed ordinary to Ji Kang, fell into the ears of Wuwei Taoists, but they became naked contempt.

It's too arrogant, one dozen nine! And it's the Nine True Monarchs of the Daomen!

Not only did they do nothing, but my friends and I were also stunned, the eighth general is really cool, and you have to pick nine when you come up!

"Ji Kang, it seems that the past twenty years of seclusion have not changed anything, you are still the same arrogant as back then!" Wuwei Daoist was furious, and he was so despised by Ji Kang, he was very hurt in his heart.

"Since you think this is arrogance, then I will show you arrogance! If you don't let my lord leave, I will kill!" Ji Kang took a step forward, and suddenly his eyes were bright, shooting out two dazzling divine lights, like two sharp swords that seemed to penetrate the thick rain curtain at once, and his body exuded a momentum that made people's hearts palpitate!

My heart was awe-inspiring, and for the first time, I felt the momentum of the eighth general, and a strong battle spirit rushed into the sky, as if it was going to tear apart the universe and rush into the universe!

"Ji Kang, in that battle for decades, I lost. Today, decades later, I want to be ashamed!"

At this moment, Wu Wei moved, like a meteor outside the sky, the speed was extremely fast, and the sword in his hand went straight to Ji Kang.

However, what was surprising was that when he got closer, he stabbed out with a sword, which was plain and bland.

There is no obscuration of the sky, and the black clouds are rolling-----

There are no landslides and tsunamis, and the stars are discolored----

There is no void shattering, the galaxy is broken------

He didn't even have the strength to whirre, let alone turn into thousands of sword shadows-------

His sword stabbed out like that, like a child playing at home.

A sword is still a sword, a man is still a man.

The human sword did not unify, and the sword did not exude a fierce sword aura.

The strange thing is that the smile on the face of the Wuwei Daoist is getting stronger and stronger, as if he has won.

This is a sword back to basics!

"Over the years, your kendo has improved somewhat. Ji Kang nodded slightly.

Then, his hands were clasped together, as if a boy was worshipping Guanyin.

He took a step forward with his right foot, and Heshi's hands slammed straight into the blade of the sword in Wuwei's hand.

Doing nothing is slow.

He wasn't moving fast either.

The two of them are like playing 'Lang Qing Concubine Yi Sword', or the slow motion in the movie.

One stabs in slow motion, the other slams the sword with his hand, what is he going to do?

This is the thought of all the audience, and such a counterattack looks no different from suicide.

Even, some people will think in their hearts: These two guys can't be acting, right?

If an ordinary person saw someone using a pair of fleshy palms to pinch his sword, he would definitely stab him harder, at least stabbing his palm into a bloody hole.

However, the reaction of inaction is different from ordinary people.

He didn't use the old move, the long sword stabbed halfway, and when he saw Ji Kang's hands stretched out, he took a step back with his left foot and changed the stab to a slash.

Call-------

The speed of this sword suddenly increased infinitely, and it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, bringing up layers of sword shadows, which made people dazzled.

Ji Kang took a step back, and the two sides once again became confrontational.

"Why are they moving so slowly?" Marven Chaoyue looked more and more confused, where is this competition between two peerless masters? It is clear that two unpopular guys are playing at home.

This time, even I couldn't understand it.

Jiang Li didn't say anything, and Lu Wu didn't squeak either.

We all looked at Jiang Baichun next to him, he was Ji Kang's apprentice, and he should know some ways.

Jiang Baichun thought for a while and said, "I've seen Master make a move, domineering and invincible. When he faced the Wuwei Daoist, he suddenly became so feminine that it was incomprehensible------"

Among this group of people, Jiang Baichun is the closest to the eighth general, and even he doesn't understand, so we can't see it clearly.

In the general perception, the master's moves are all in the dark, landslides and tsunamis, and today these two masters are really not masters.

"We can't be blamed for not being able to read, because we haven't reached this level yet. I sighed, looked at the battle in the field, and seemed to understand something.

Just to the limit, it is feminine.

Ji Kang is known for his fierceness, and so is Wuwei Taoist.

The two exploded with explosives, this is a fight, not a fight.

And as soon as Wuwei Daoist got started, he used 'yin tricks' to prove that he had murderous intentions and wanted to kill Ji Kang as quickly as possible.

The first opportunity was occupied by Wuwei, and Ji Kang's counterattack could only use soft moves.

As a result, in the eyes of us onlookers, it feels strange, not exciting enough, and it is very unattractive.

In fact, this is the most thrilling duel, a fierce fight to the extreme!

"You're going to lose. Wuwei Daoist looked at Ji Kang with a smile and said.

"Really?"

Ji Kang suddenly said loudly: "Sword up!"

In an instant, the raindrops in the sky seemed to be manipulated, overwhelmingly smashing towards the Wuwei Daoist.

Every drop of rain is a sharp sword!

Thousands of drops are thousands of sharp swords, surging towards the Wuwei Daoist together!

He can dodge one, two, or even ten, but he can't dodge a thousand handles!

The Wuwei Taoist was shocked and changed color!

Poof!

Poof!

Those raindrops were indeed like sharp swords, piercing through the body of the Wuwei Daoist, spilling wisps of blood.

Wuwei Daoren's face was pale, his body was like a sifting chaff, and great fear surged in his eyes!

"Sword Fall!"

Ji Kang sighed indifferently, and thousands of drops of rain fell to the ground around the Wuwei Daoist, and the heaven and earth returned to normal, and it was still pouring rain.

"You...... You have reached the realm where everything in the world is my sword!" The horror in the eyes of the Wuwei Daoist became more and more intense.

"You shouldn't be amazed at my kendo realm now, but you should be grateful to me for sparing your life. My sword does not fall, you are dead. Ji Kang sighed.

Wuwei Taoist is full of despair, depressed and dejected, squatting on the ground full of stagnant water, his eyes are gloomy and desperate, as if a person who has lost all hope, how can he still have the aura and demeanor of a sect leader?

He lost, again to the same man he had lost to decades ago.

This time, the defeat was more complete.

Ji Kang's sword rose, turning tens of millions of raindrops into tens of millions of sharp swords, and pressed towards him in one go. Even ten of them will be wrenched into a pile of minced meat!

Decades have passed, and the gap between him and Ji Kang is getting bigger and bigger!

This feeling is really uncomfortable!

"If you lose, you will be defeated, your sword path has reached the realm of returning to the basics, if you concentrate on enlightenment in the future, it is not impossible to go further. Ji Kang looked at the disheartened Wuwei Taoist, and finally reminded him kindly.

Wuwei Daoist sighed, stood up and bowed to Ji Kang: "Taught." ”

It's a convincing bow.

Then, Wuwei turned around and left.

Then, Ji Kang looked at the remaining Eight True Monarchs of the Dao Sect and said lightly: "You guys, do you still want me to use the sword?"

The faces of the Eight Great True Monarchs changed drastically, and with their strength, they naturally saw how terrifying Ji Kang's sword move just now was!

To put it simply, 10,000 sharp swords are stabbing at you, how do you dodge, how do you block, how do you defend?

No solution!

Killing the eight of them is really easy!

Now, the Eight True Monarchs finally understand the meaning of Ji Kang's sentence of one dozen and nine, it turns out that people really don't brag or talk wildly, but they really have that strength!

Looking at the Eight True Monarchs who had been stunned for a long time, Ji Kang raised his eyebrows and said, "Can't afford to get up?"

"No more, no more. A true monarch was half frightened to death, and hurriedly waved his hand to accompany the smiling face.

"I can't mess with it, I can't afford to mess with it. "Another Zhenjun patted his ass and left, staying here for a second longer would be in danger of his life.

"Ji Kang, you are really a peerless genius in swordsmanship, I am convinced!" The other true monarch did not forget to pat his ass before leaving.

……

Looking at such a scene, we all laughed dumbly, never expecting that things would end in such a funny way.

It can only be said that Ji Kang's predecessors are too powerful!

Thump~

Ma Wenchao suddenly knelt down in front of Ji Kang, his eyes were fanatical: "Senior Ji Kang, please accept me as an apprentice." ”

I rolled my eyes, Brother Chao is simply this thing, no face and no skin!

Ji Kang was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Do you want to learn how to play the sword?"

"No, I'm going to learn your tricks of being in the storm and not touching your body!"