"The first type is just the raindrops that fall on the first day that are as thick as a mountain. The second type is the sand river into a river. And the third and fourth forms, you must have seen it, right?"

"It's more urgent and fierce than the first two styles! The rain falling sword technique of the Iron Sword Gate is that one style is better than another, and one is better than one heavy. ”

"In the end, there is a storm, no escape, nowhere to escape!"

Lin Hua explained slowly.

As the eldest young man of the Lin family, he is familiar with the ancient martial arts of all forces in Jiangzhou, and he is also familiar with the rain falling swordsmanship of the Iron Sword Gate.

But even so, Lin Hua was still defeated in the seventh form.

It's not that Yuluo's sword technique is stronger than his Lin family's sword technique, it's not that Zhang Sanfeng's strong combat power is higher than his Lin Hua. It's because of the frequency!

The tremor frequency of that bladeless sword!

After one sword, the next sword is slashed, and more than 100 swords are cut out in an instant. And the strength and killing intent of each sword are not comparable to the first type.

Who can resist such a frequency?

And there is no blade of the sword, why is there no edge?

It's because the Bladeless Sword is prepared for this rain falling sword technique!

Without a blade, it is heavy.

Without a sword blade, you can slash at a time like a streamer, and the frequency is extremely high.

And because of this, after the seventh form, the bladeless sword was intact, but his Lin Hua's Liguang knife was first shocked to a thousand holes, and then directly cut it in two!

Taking a deep breath, Lin Hua said again, "You can take a closer look, from beginning to end, it is ten thousand swords at once, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, Brother Ye seems to be in danger, but he has not been injured in the slightest until now!"

"If I say that Brother Ye has completely seen through the rain falling sword technique, I'm afraid the big guy won't believe it. ”

"The pursuit of the rain falling sword technique is to destroy the blade and break the soldier. Break the blade first, and then fight the enemy. ”

"But I think that Brother Ye has dodged the first four styles with his body technique, so he can continue to dodge!"

"In this way, Yuluo has no advantage in swordsmanship!"

In an instant, everyone understood.

After a long time, Qin Fengrou saw Lin Hua's face with emotion, and said softly, "Brother Lin doesn't have to be modest. As you said, you have also seen through the rain falling sword technique, so compared to Mr. Ye, it is not weak. ”

Lin Hua shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said abruptly, "Have you heard a sentence, the authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear." ”

"When I was on stage, I only had the strength to run for my life, how could I have the heart to comprehend the deep meaning of the rain falling swordsmanship. I realized it when I was fighting in the stands just now. Brother Ke Ye ......"

The cultivation is not as good as people, the combat power is not as good as people, and it is even more bare-handed, and there is no long thing.

But still, in the midst of danger, I had an epiphany!

Staring at the figure in the ring, Lin Hua sincerely admired.

In his mind, Ye Chong overlapped with the figure of the thirteen-year-old child.

Thirteen years ago, there were people who did things that were impossible for the world.

Thirteen years ago, there were still people, people who did not dare to fight!

Ye Chong...... Ye Shaochong......

Lin Hua muttered in his heart, could it be that God did it on purpose?

Gusu is missing a demon king of the mixed world of Ye Shaochong, so he attracted a proud son of heaven named Ye Chong?

Reality will always stun the world's eyeballs.

Thousands of people who eat melons feel that Ye Chong has three tricks to hold up to the sky.

Martial arts genius Li Xiu and the others felt that Ye Chong would lose in the fifth move.

But the five moves have passed, and Ye Chong is still unharmed.

And Zhang Sanfeng was already red-eyed.

Shame!

Zhang Sanfeng roared in his heart, the sixth style of the rain falling sword technique slashed out, the ring rose without wind, and the sword light in the sky was like rain, sweeping towards Ye Chong.

But still!

Punch!

The house was full of exclamations!

"Could it be...... Ye Chong can still create miracles, just like the Lin family, he was defeated in the seventh move?"

"No, did you dodge the seventh move again and lose to the eighth or even the ninth move?"

The exclamations from the audience came, and Zhang Sanfeng was even angrier in his heart, and his face was already iron-blue.

Looking at Ye Chong, who was smiling at the corners of his lips as always, Zhang Sanfeng took a deep breath.

There are nine styles of Yuluo swordsmanship, and he has practiced it to the fullest!

He was sure that Ye Chong would definitely be defeated by his rain falling sword technique. It's shit luck, and he dodged the seventh move, and there are two more moves behind.

But......

He couldn't go on anymore and had to defeat Ye Chong in the seventh style.

The Lin family's big Shaolin Hua was defeated in his seventh style, so how could he let Ye Chong survive the seventh style.

If so, it is not Lin Hua's shame, but his Zhang Sanfeng's shame.

The bladeless sword was slightly retracted, and under the cover of the sleeves, the fingers holding the hilt of the sword were lightly hooked.

A slight writhing sound suddenly sounded, but it was muffled by Zhang Sanfeng's words.

"The seventh type, ten thousand rains are like thunder, thunder shakes the world!"

"I want you, die!"

The voice did not fall, and there was no afterimage in the ring.

But Zhang Sanfeng had already killed in front of Ye Chong.

The bladeless sword in his hand was raised high, and then fell like thunder, slashing straight at the heavens.

In an instant, Ye Chong condensed a strength barrier in front of him.

But as the bladeless sword fell, the power barrier suddenly dissipated and became invisible.

Then, the bladeless sword was raised again, fell again, and split again!

Ye Chong, you can only retreat again!

But the result is still the same.

The two of them turned into two afterimages in an instant, galloping wildly in the ring, the wind and sand became more urgent, and the stone slabs cracked.

It's just, chase and escape.

Chaser, Zhang Sanfeng. Fugitive, Ye Chong!

Lin Hua used a knife to block the rung, which led to Zhang Sanfeng's move of slashing a hundred swords, cutting off the light, and defeating Lin Hua.

Ye Chong was bare-handed, but Zhang Sanfeng could still repeat his old tricks.

It's just that the next sword after one sword is more urgent and fierce.

There is always a sword that can make Ye Chong have no escape, and the sword will die!

But to defeat Lin Hua, Zhang Sanfeng used nearly a hundred swords. Ye Chong is the day after tomorrow triple cultivation, how could he, Zhang Sanfeng, cut out a hundred swords!

After thirty swords, a fierce light flashed in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes.

Click!

A second writhing sounded. But at this time, the ring was full of afterimages, the wind was fierce, and it was still covered up.

"Die!"

Zhang Sanfeng thought silently in his heart.

When the voice sounded, the blunt side of the bladeless sword unexpectedly revealed holes like needles.

Then, one after another, emerald green poisonous needles shot out of the holes.

The direction of the stabbing shot is still Ye Chongtianmen!

All of this was obscured by the ghosting of flying sand in the sky, and only Ye Chong and Zhang Sanfeng could see it.

In the battle between the sons of Gusu, except for Ye Chong, the people who competed were all from the clan and the sect.

There must be no life or death!

But Zhang Sanfeng wants him to die today!

What if there is life and death? Although Ye Chong is fighting for the Wang family, he is only a casual martial arts cultivator.

Could it be that the Wang family dared to ask him Zhang Sanfeng, whose strength was comparable to that of the Lin family's iron sword?

After killing Ye Chong, he took advantage of the dust to take back the poison needle.

Everything, without any flaws!

Perfect!

Zhang Sanfeng praised himself in his heart, and even looked at Ye Chong.

As far as his eyes go, the picture in his mind has frozen.

That picture was Ye Chong's horror when he saw nearly a hundred poisonous needles!

But when his eyes swept away, he was suddenly frightened, and an inexplicable coolness swept through his body, and the whole person was like falling into an ice cave.

In front of him, nearly 100 poisonous needles were still shooting like thunder and lightning, and they were even extremely close to the ground!

But in front of him, there was no Ye Chong!

What's going on? Why is it gone?!

Impossible!...... his speed It's just that the quadruple peak of the day after tomorrow is that the ancient martial arts cultivated are good at body speed, and they can only dodge my rain falling sword technique, and they can't dodge the poisonous needle!

Zhang Sanfeng's heart trembled.

But at this moment.

Bang! Bang!

Waves of subtle qi broke through the air and dispersed, and it was the sound of nearly 100 poisonous needles deeply piercing the stone slabs of the ring.

And in the midst of this soft sound, there was a sound of thunder exploding, which almost shocked Zhang Sanfeng's eardrums.

The voice......

Zhang Sanfeng was stunned for a moment, and his shocked eyes became more and more shocked.

Just because this voice is too familiar, countless martial artists above the quadruple level of the day after tomorrow have passed by.

It's Zhang Sanfeng himself, it's all like this!

Because this voice is the sound of a breakthrough in martial arts and a move to heaven and earth!

Moreover, it is the sound of the triple break of the shackles and the quadruple stepping into the quadruple!

Could it be Ye Chong?

As soon as the thought appeared, Zhang Sanfeng shook his head in denial.

However, what about Ye Chong?

Zhang Sanfeng looked up, but he was stunned.

Under the ring, thousands of people who eat melons are looking at themselves like ghosts.

What's so ...... What the heck!?

Zhang Sanfeng frowned, inadvertently looked at Wu Xian, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

But it was idle, more powerful than those people who ate melons, and the whole person opened his mouth and looked at himself in a daze.

What's so ...... What the hell is going on?!

Could it be that Lao Tzu's poisonous needle was discovered? No, I chased Ye Chong around the ring to chop, just to let the flying sand spread all over the sky, so that it would be easy to start.

Zhang Sanfeng's whole person was not good, and he was even more cranky in his heart.

But suddenly, Zhang Sanfeng saw that Wu Xian's mouth moved.

Silently, he said a few words to himself.

"Behind you?"

Zhang Sanfeng muttered, scolding his friend countless times in his heart, but he still turned back honestly.

Then, the whole person was instantly stunned!

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