"Martial arts in the world, only fast and not broken, you can't block my sword!"

The two tested each other a few moves, and the Nanshan swordsman shouted in surprise, before he was in the martial arts, he was the chief soldier of a capital city in Luofu Kingdom, and he was secretly sent to the north because of his strong sword skills. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He is already a powerhouse of the ninth layer of qi refining, and the imperial court promised that as long as he can complete the undercover mission, he will be promoted to the squire of the military department, and then he will have a lot of cultivation resources to prepare for the impact on the foundation.

"No matter how fast the sword technique is, it's just martial arts, and supernatural powers can subvert the rules, what is a god? Ever-changing, not limited by rules, and supernatural power is the ability not to be limited by rules. ”

Yang Erlang pretended to be calm and said, after all, the cultivation of the Nanshan swordsman was too strong, four floors higher than him, and every layer in the future, almost all of them were qualitative changes, only a few tricks were tempted, although he barely caught it, but he felt that the blood was surging, it seemed that he still underestimated this Nanshan swordsman.

"Then let's try again!"

Nanshan Swordsman showed disdain on his face, he thought at first that this kid was pretending to be a ghost, and he really had some clever skills, but it turned out that it was nothing more than that, he had been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for many years, and he didn't know how much experience he had in battle, that is, he was a strong man at the tenth layer of qi refining, and he had also killed a few, not to mention a kid at the fifth level of qi refining.

"Good!"

Yang Erlang is not afraid at all, does not retreat but advances, what he lacks is actual combat experience, and the previous competition with the cursive scholar is just because the cursive scholar underestimated the enemy and engaged in some fancy moves, and as a result, the true qi was exhausted, so that there was no backhand power behind.

In the gas refining period, the ten layers of gas refining are also called the Great Perfection, and the nine layers of Qi refining are called the small perfection, which means that it is not far from the foundation building period, and nine is a mysterious number, such as nine palaces, such as nine bases, such as nine days, with infinite meaning.

Therefore, between the swings of the Nanshan swordsman, there seemed to be infinite strength, endless speed, and his aura was incomparably powerful, so oppressive that Yang Erlang was almost out of breath.

Tai'a Sword let out bursts of roars, although it is now a low-grade spiritual weapon, but its past glory is incomparable, it is the sword of the royal road, oppressed by the enemy's powerful aura, it does not give in, its sword blade cut through the powerful aura, and suddenly Yang Erlang felt a little more relaxed.

"Boom!"

Almost instantly, the Nanshan swordsman took out the knife one after another, and his knife technique was a quick word, which would destroy your will in an instant, or even kill you directly.

Yang Erlang relied on the Tai'a Sword to withstand these knives, but he also felt that his hands and feet were sore, and the true qi attached to the knife cut a few cuts on his clothes.

"His sword technique is too fast, my cultivation is shallow, it is impossible to be faster than him, but too fast is sometimes not a good thing, I can be slow!"

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his eyes.

Just thinking of this, the Nanshan swordsman stabbed again, and the few knives just now had already made Yang Erlang a little uncomfortable, and now it was the time to chase the poor.

"Boom!"

It was a few more knives, and the speed was faster, as if the resistance in the air was not there, and the sound came out a second after the knife was slashed, too fast.

"Good!"

Yang Erlang simply slowed down his pace, he held Tai'a tightly, and controlled the speed with slowness, he kept calculating the "Ninety-Eight Divine Powers", looking for the killing opportunity of the Nanshan swordsman's knife, and at this time, he found that the gossip and nine palace diagrams were also running slowly.

No, this is not slow, this is nature, this is back to basics, since time is in a hurry, why not slow down, relax his mind, his mind seems to have reached the state of unity between heaven and man, natural and mysterious.

The speed of the knife that swung over is extremely fast, but no matter how fast it is, it cannot be infinitely fast, and there is a limit to slowness, that is, quiet, so as to respond to all changes.

When we say quiet, we don't mean not moving, but when we are quiet, we look for flaws and brake quietly.

"Nine Blades!"

Yang Erlang came back to his senses from that mysterious and mysterious state, and within a second, the Nanshan swordsman slashed out nine times in a row.

"You!"

Nanshan Swordsman shouted in surprise, "I didn't expect that in the duel, you would still be able to settle down and break through." ”

This is too terrible, if this son is not removed today, it will be a great disaster in the future.

"Hmm!"

Yang Erlang didn't deny it, he was too anxious before, and many things hadn't had time to comprehend, but now, his mind relaxed and slowed down, and many things naturally came to mind.

For example, since the two true qi in the body can't be fused now, let them turn into two poles and operate freely.

"You stabbed me more than a dozen times, but you couldn't kill me, it's time for me to make a move."

His gaze changed suddenly, and he locked on the Nanshan swordsman tightly, he didn't use the sword much, but in the woods, peeking at the duel between the Northern Plains swordsman and the sick man, he stole a lot.

"My dream is the sword, the sword dream is me, the sword is me, I am the sword!"

He shouted, "The human sword is one, slash!" ”

It is true that the Northern Plains Swordsman has cultivated the unity of human swords, but he is also subject to the influence of the rules, but the swordsmanship is particularly clever, but he is different, "Ninety-Eight Divine Powers" is beyond the rules of the ability, it is a supernatural power, according to legend, the "Ninety-Eight Divine Powers" is cultivated to the extreme, there are seventy-two changes, and anything can evolve at will.

My dream is the sword, and the sword dream is me, which is the allusion of Zhuang Zhou Mengdie in his study of "The Theory of Things", which is extremely magical.

And he seems to be integrated with the sword, greatly increasing the attack power, and reducing the flaws left by the incompatibility between the sword-wielding people.

For example, when the Nanshan swordsman came out with a knife, he also used the knife as a medium, and he really relied on his own cultivation, not the knife itself.

The unity of man and sword means that there are fewer or even no flaws.

"You must die!"

Yang Erlang's face turned cold, in his Danhai, the aura in the jade slip was constantly urged by him, this was not a simple aura, but the immortal qi in the Daluo Heaven, and the laws contained in it were not owned by this world at all.

It's just that this bit of true qi is used less and less, but now I can't take care of it.

For the first time, the Nanshan swordsman felt a little terrifying, it was unprecedented horror, he swung the treasure knife tightly, he wanted to withstand this kid's blow.

However, it is impossible, fast cannot be infinitely fast, there will always be flaws, and in slow, you can find flaws in this fast.

"Ah, I don't accept it, I am a legend of the Jianghu generation, and I want to be the existence of the squire of the military department."

Nanshan Swordsman felt that he couldn't dodge this blow at all, and his forehead was covered with sweat, but he was never willing to die like this.

"Really? Do you think what you have done can be recorded in the annals of history? No, if you succeed, it will also be the death of a cunning rabbit and the end of a lackey, and if you fail, you will be forgotten. As for the legend of the Jianghu generation, don't worry, no one will remember you, Jianghu? After all, the pattern is too small, which is why I don't be the leader of the martial arts alliance. ”

The boy said, and the sword stabbed into the latter's eyebrows.

A generation of gangsters, pawn!

No one will remember him, and even if he does, he will be written as a loser and written as the villain of arrogance by the literati.

"Oh my God!"

Everyone present was shocked, and most of the people present couldn't see the reason for the fight between the two people just now.

It's just that the Nanshan swordsman suddenly fell, and it seemed that there was no warning at all, and the master duel often ended the battle between the lightning and flint, but it was not as good as the one with low strength, you came and went, wonderful, and the audience was silent suddenly.

"The Nanshan swordsman is dead."

I don't know who it is, and suddenly shouted.

"Who is he, I've never seen it, how can he beat the Nanshan Swordsman?"

"It's not that you can fight, but you kill!"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and as far as the eye could see, there was only the lonely young man, and the young man felt a lot of emotion for a while, because the Nanshan swordsman said a word before he died.

"Nanshan's death today is a lesson for you tomorrow."

The boy looked at the sun that was about to set, looked at the mountain peaks that were still vicissitudes, and muttered, "Really? Probably not. ”