In the past ten years, there have been many debates among the people in the martial arts about whether the Shangguan family, a wealthy family with a long history, is best at knives or swords, but they have never been able to fight for a result. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Shangguan Ling has always known that this dispute is actually completely unrelated to the Shangguan family, especially when Zhang Yun traveled around the world, he heard several times that some people in the rivers and lakes were arguing about it, and even fought in the end. She has always had a meaningless mentality about this, because whether it is a sword or a sword, it is the inheritance of the Shangguan family, how is the sword?

But just today, Shangguan Ling decided to let outsiders or the enemies take a good look at the true meaning of Shangguan's swordsmanship and swordsmanship. Let these fools know which is the sword and what is the sword.

The spear had shrunk the distance from six zhang to one, and Shangguan Ling could clearly hear the thousand-commander's heartbeat, which had become unusually strong due to nervousness.

Shangguan Ling opened his eyes and stopped spinning, and the long knife in his hand fell like a ribbon, bringing up two wave-like semicircles in the air. Those walls of True Qi that were originally like water curtains that were driven by Shangguan Ling's rotation were pulled by these two fluctuations, and finally merged into a bundle of transparent thin lines in front of Shangguan Ling's body and stood vertically in the air, as if there were countless small swimming fish swimming up and down.

A light and small cracking sound sounded, and the strength of the flowing water fish overflowed the thin line that had been compressed to the extreme, and erupted in a flat plane, as if a bag containing infinite sea water had broken a small opening.

Shangguan Ling looked at the spear that seemed to be static at this moment, and his face was like frost. I saw her arms flipped like flowing water, and once again brought up the flow of water like a qi machine, and then the two knives were staggered on the top, and finally the right hand knife slashed down along the vertical thin line that had been assembled. Kneel and beg for a hundred eyes to sing

A knife intent as thin as paper but as majestic as a mountain erupted from the vertical line. From a distance, it seems that a huge arc suddenly rises on the ground, and the water knife intent that reflects infinite brilliance always maintains the thickness of no more than a piece of rice paper, and its sharp knife intent that can cut off the heavens and the earth extends to dozens of zhang away.

The spear was like a stationary spear split in half from the tip of the spear, followed by the commander and his mount, and then everything behind him, men and horses, even the cold armor and weapons. All of them, where this dazzling sword intent folded countless brilliance passed, all the objects, whether dead or alive, were divided into two from it, and there was no splash of dust or blood.

Because of the huge inertia, the corpse of the commander and the spear that split in two rushed through the sides of Shangguan Ling's body, and then smashed to the ground, splattering blood and dirt.

Shangguan Ling's move is a fusion of the Shangguan family's knife technique and swordsmanship, with the invisible femininity of the flowing water of the sword intent to cooperate with the indomitable fierceness of the sword intent, the combination of rigidity and softness, and finally melt into a line, using the knife as a guide to release the infinite sword intent in one fell swoop, as bright as the light of the sky that Shangguan Ling and Zhang Yun saw in the North Pole back then.

The sword man also saw the brilliant and colorful knife intent, but he also noticed a more unusual phenomenon.

The road opened by the woman with the big gun at the head had not really been re-submerged in the torrent of black heavy horses, and any Yuan army heavy horsemen who wanted to seal that passage would be quietly cut into pieces of lifeless pieces of flesh by invisible swords.

"When will this passage appear!?" asked Eleven, and among the spies here, Eleven was the only one with similar eyesight.

Eleven also noticed the existence of that strange passage, and had already raised the clairvoyant mirror in his hand before he could ask. It was precisely because she used the clairvoyant mirror to see more clearly what kind of blade those shredded corpses were dying.

"Just now, it's the threads, those are the transparent threads!" Eleven's shout made Dao Lang's body tremble, and a strong sense of fear swept through his body and mind, and even infected the horse he was riding and Eleven on the side.

Those threads connected the last Shangguan Ling and the spear-wielding woman at the front! This thread could not be just to maintain the passage forward, so what was it for? The Dao Lang's sense of fear continued to intensify, and suddenly a thunderclap rushed into his ears.

Lei Yin woke up the Dao Lang and made him think of the key.

The drumming woman in the middle is the key! I figured out that all the swordsmen slammed the horse's belly, turned the horse's head to see that it was actually about to evacuate this place.

Eleven didn't understand what was going on, but she knew she was scared at the moment. Those Butterfly Dance scouts who belonged to the commander of Bang Dao Lang didn't even understand what was going on, but they could clearly feel that Bang Dao Lang was scared, and Eleven was afraid. So they subconsciously made the same choice as the leader, and these butterfly dance scouts who have undergone countless rigorous training have an almost blind obedience mentality towards the superiors.

As a result, the Yuan army who operated the artillery and firearms were stunned, and even had some thoughts of looking down on these so-called imperial spies. What kind of person would have such a great fear of an adversary who has not yet really engaged in battle, so afraid that he decides to go against His Majesty's will!?

A sky-shattering drum sounded, and in the rumble, a big drum flashed with infinite thunder light from the black heavy cavalry tide and rose into the sky, and the hands of the people supporting the drum seemed to be false, but in fact, the nearby Yuan army heavy cavalry could see that it was a transparent silk thread covered with the blood of their comrades. Before these Yuan troops could generate sufficient anger at the death of their comrades on the path where the line was located, the huge war drum had already fallen again, standing on its side to the ground.

Tang Luoran, who turned over and stood on it, turned his wrist and wrapped the transparent silk thread around his hands, and then exerted force with his feet, and a thousand pound fell to step on the war drum more than halfway into the ground. Several pieces of broken earth and stones that flew pierced through the thick armor of several heavy riders around him, and Tang Luoran roared sharply, pulling silk threads with his arms, and the whole person seemed to be pulling a heavy object backwards.

"Get up!" A crisp and crisp sound burst from the tip of his tongue, and Tang Luoran's scale armor changed all over his body, and countless thin scales were nailed into the ground around him, and they were all more than three feet deep into the ground.

As Tang Luoran leaned back and exerted his strength, the silk threads that were taut by the huge force once again caused a lot of damage, and a total of sixteen silk threads cut a diagonal upward channel in the black torrent, and the end of the line was Shangguan Ling, who was sheathed.

Tang Luoran, who was leaning up, smiled, she knew that the sister opposite could see it. The strength of his whole body was released, and Tang Luoran, who was spinning his body, began to shake the sixteen silk threads from a distance of a hundred zhang, and he saw that the posture was actually about to shake Shangguan Ling dozens of zhang away.

Shangguan Ling pressed his backhand on the iron box behind him, and when he pulled the mechanism and then pulled his hand, there were already two more sets of "dragon spit beads". It was a company modified by Tang Ying of the Trick Gate, which was connected to the magazine in the box, and the projectile was as slender as a jujube core, which could penetrate several inches thick iron armor within a hundred zhang.

Because the Yuan army's heavy cavalry, which had stopped slightly with its brilliant sword before, quickly resumed its charge, but they could not continue to use their lives to fill the armored woman who seemed to be able to do tricks, because she flew.