The man in black didn't move, the blow just now was just a temptation, but the speed was full force, and it was still blocked. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Wang Anmin still has a winning expression, holding the sword with his left hand hanging, Shui Lin glanced at it, and expected that Wang Anmin would win this game. The strength of the left hand is smaller than that of the right hand, but the skill is better than the right hand, Wang Anmin's left hand is one and a half inches longer than the right hand, the way to make the sword must be to win by skill, and the hand length is different from ordinary people, and the swordsmanship must be tricky and strange.

On the other hand, the man in black, the public loser makes the knife open and close, but it is not the type of one force to ten meetings. Instead, the serrations on the weapon were used to break through the armor, so most of the people in the Gongyi family joined the army, and this knife technique was used on the battlefield. Used in the battle of the rivers and lakes, this knife technique is already controlled everywhere, and when you meet people who specialize in skills, it is natural to fail.

Sure enough, the black-clothed man danced in the wind with a sword, and used a move "Return Wind and Sunset", although he borrowed the power of whirlwind, but Wang Anmin used a peculiar body technique and swordsmanship to unload the force, and he did not hit it in practice. The man in black used old moves, but Wang Anmin still had a breath, and the sword went down in a strange snake like a swimming dragon, pointing at the waist of the man in black.

The eyes of the man in black flashed, and he actually took advantage of the sword wind that was taken away by Wang Anmin's unloading force, and avoided the blow with a roundabout, and did not forget to release three hidden weapons. Wang Anmin only used his right hand at this time, his right hand was as crystal as jade, but it moved very fast, and he took down the three darts in a blink of an eye. But at this time, the man in black came back to his senses and swung a knife at Wang Anmin, Wang Anmin gave way to this knife with a peculiar pace, but the man in black seemed to have known Wang Anmin's movements, forcibly changed the knife path, and chased Wang Anmin.

Wang Anmin laughed three times, his steps turned, and he dodged at an extremely fast speed, and at the same time, the sword flower flashed, and a blood flower bloomed on the left and right shoulders of the man in black. Wang Anmin didn't know when he got behind the man in black, and stabbed a sword into the heart of the man in black.

Although the man in black was injured in the shoulder well, he still reluctantly used his hands and whirled around with his sword, which was worthy of beating the sword.

Wang Anmin said with a smile: "This sword is called Shuanghua and Tie, it was originally a trick of the Huanhua Sword School, and I got it by chance, and added the last sword, but unfortunately it has not been completed, I call it a three-sword dance." ”

The man in black staggered back and said loudly, "I've lost, I'm at your disposal." ”

Wang Anmin picked up the scabbard, put the sword into the sheath, and turned around and said: "You should have something important in your body, absent-minded, I won't have fun if I win against you, you go, after March, come here again, I will fight with you again, and remember to bring the coffin when the time comes." ”

The man in black glanced at Wang Anmin and said, "After March, I will come." Then he hurried away with his men.

Wang Anmin seemed to notice Shui Lin at this time, "Who are you?" Shui Lin walked over with a smile and said: "Shui Lin, a swordsman of the Ghost Sword Sect in Xiayin Mountain, passed by here, and occasionally saw two duelings, because the two of them had outstanding skills and were fascinating, I didn't feel rude. "It's okay, it's Wang Anmin, the swordsman of the Central Plains Hanyun Wang's family, who recently heard that the Northern Kingdom held a conference of organs, so he came to join in the fun, and by the way, he will meet the Northern Martial Arts heroes." After the two saluted, they went back to the inn hand in hand, chatting all the way, both of them are sword masters, and the swordsmanship is similar, so they hit it off at first sight and became confidants.

As soon as he entered the small city, Wang Anmin stopped, frowned and said, "Something is wrong, Brother Shui, be careful." "This street is the same as before, although Shui Lin feels weird, he can't find it strange. Wang Anmin said: "I have never forgotten it since I was a child, and the scene at this time is the same as when I left, but I waited outside for half an hour, but none of the items from those vendors were still sold, especially the one who sold rouge, and the woman was bargaining with the vendor selling rouge when I left, and it is still the case today." Shui Lin was shocked when he heard this, this Wang Anmin actually had such a strange memory. Then he also found something strange about himself, that the footprints he had left when he entered the city were still there, as if time had stopped in the town since they left.

Shui Lin hurriedly looked at the inn, which had turned into a pawnshop, and looked around, the only thing that had changed was the inn. At this time, those small vendors seemed to have found out, and took out weapons from all over the place to kill Shui Lin and the others. The enemy was menacing, and Shui Lin secretly annoyed that he was not careful, so that Nangong An might be killed, but he didn't see a man in black flying towards him with a short knife on a rooftop.

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The man in black took advantage of his whereabouts to aim his knife at Shui Lin's vital point, and he would take Shui Lin's life in an instant. At this time, Shui Lin seemed to react, the sword light flashed, and a human head rolled down. This Shui Lin uses Nangong Shui's self-created sword drawing technique plus the ghost shadow loop of the Ghost Sword Sect, specializing in taking people's heads, after a sword, the blood is not splashed, and the head falls to the ground. It is a rare fast sword of the Ghost Sword Sect.

Wang Anmin, who saw this sword, was moved, even if he was not sure to dodge this style, and under the fury of Shui Lin, he used a lot of strength, and no one could stop him with the power of drawing the sword. But at the same time, Wang Anmin also saw that Shui Lin could only use this trick when he was angry, just because this trick consumed a lot of energy, and if he didn't use it without thinking about it in anger, this formula would have a flaw. If it is not a mad person, the person who wields the sword will always hesitate, and if this person should not be killed, he will commit murder in vain. Therefore, there will be a flaw when making this move, if ordinary martial artists can't see it at all, but Wang Anmin can see it, and even seize this flaw to take advantage of the situation to counterattack.

Shui Lin came back to his senses, turned his head and said to Wang Anmin: "Brother Wang, I'm sorry, these people are probably coming for me, and I am very ashamed to affect Brother Wang." "Brother Shui, this is where you say, these people are murderous and menacing, and at a glance you can see that they are not good, they must be full of blood, and everyone will be punished." Wang Anmin smiled and said, "What's more, I hit it off with Brother Shui, if I win by luck after March, I can't say that I have to compete with Brother Shui." Shui Lin also replied with a laugh: "Then please ask Brother Wang to meet the enemy with me." With that, he rushed out first, stepping on the strange and unpredictable netherworld footwork, and kept picking out sword flowers in his hands, and each sword took a life. And Wang Anmin is like a dragon, constantly walking through the crowd, swimming freely in the light of swords and swords, occasionally pulling out three sword flowers and taking away a life. However, after half a cup of tea, the people on the street were almost wiped out, and Shui Lin deliberately left a vendor with the best martial arts, ready to restrain him from asking the origin of the incident.

But the peddler seemed to see Shui Lin's intentions, and his knife technique changed, turning from attack to defense, and at the same time, a pair of snowy eyes looked for Shui Lin's flaws, ready to escape. After Wang Anmin finished solving the killer on the street, he saw that the vendor made the knife to wrap around Shui Lin's sword, but it was as if Shui Lin deliberately cooperated with him, and the swords were entangled without any strength, just like a superior person performing on the stage. Wang Anmin knew that it was the peddler's strange knife technique, and Shui Lin despised it, so he set his sights on it. He didn't help, but hoped that Shui Lin would be able to extricate himself from this sword-entangled situation.