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Liu Jian's pupils contracted slightly, his heart was shocked, he didn't dare to slack off, and danced a strange move.

He still did not think about fighting Goethe, but took a defensive position.

Eighteen Soul Slashes, it is said to be a lost sword technique, he has heard people mention it, but now that he has the opportunity to see it, of course he has to take the opportunity to learn it.

He may not need this kind of sword technique when he cultivates swords, but the martial arts in the world have the same goal, and he may be able to understand from it.

The yellow earth dragon accompanied the sharp sound of the soles of its feet grinding against the ground, and attacked the willow sword again, the sound was like a giant dragon roaring, snatching people's souls, and a white sword light suddenly poked out of the dragon's body.

The knife light is very bright and dazzling, so that people almost subconsciously close their eyes and dare not look at it.

But Liu Jian didn't close his eyes, his pupils contracted again, calmly waiting for time, his sword trembled slightly, as if he couldn't help but compete with this sword light.

When the sword light was closer, closer and closer, finally, Liu Jian made a move, the long sword in his hand crossed an arc in the air, his body flashed slightly, and then he took out the sword very solemnly.

The sword is straight, like Chinese characters, horizontal is horizontal, vertical is vertical......

This sword, plain, seems to be very slow, but the speed skyrockets halfway, faster and faster, the sword body trembles imperceptibly again, making a sharp snort, like a dragon groan, the dragon pattern engraved on the sword body, as if it is really awake, roaring, opening his mouth, and biting towards the white red practice.

Bite!

The light of the knife is stagnant, and the knife momentum is broken.

Liu Jian's mood did not relax in the slightest, because the sword light only paused slightly, then changed the angle, and almost did not stop, and slashed at him again.

Eighteen Slashes of Soul Slayer.

The sword destroyed the soul, without the slightest pause, in one go, and slashed towards the willow sword.

The light in Liu Jian's eyes gradually rose, it was the light of confidence, and the long sword in his hand did not stop, from another angle, gently stabbed.

Goethe's knife, the offensive line is very strange and unpredictable, and the momentum is heavy, mixed with yellow dust, and it is even more powerful, perhaps, this is why he chose this place for a duel.

And Liu Jian is like an immortal pine standing on the hill, let your wild dragon roar, I will stand still.

His sword moves are very simple, but they are already back to basics, splitting, pointing, stabbing, slashing, the moves are simple, and there is no trace of skill.

But it was this prosaic sword move that blocked all of Goethe's offensive routes.

Goethe's moves were all in one go, but every time he slashed, he actually failed to achieve his set goal, because his knife gestures never really unfolded.

As if he had met a nemesis, Liu Jian could always interrupt his sword momentum when it mattered most.

This made Goethe look aggrieved.

The seventeenth slash was already done in the blink of an eye, and Goethe swung the knife again, the eighteenth slash!

At this moment, Goethe's heart suddenly remembered a sentence that the man who taught him swordsmanship had said.

To kill the soul is to destroy the soul, and you should have the courage to be fearless......

He seemed to be suddenly a little enlightened, his whole temperament changed slightly, and his eyes became resolute and resolute.

The white sword light appeared from the smoke and dust, but there was no whistling sound just now, but a sudden sound sounded in the air, and even sparks were splashing out......

Liu Jian's expression was never more solemn, he took two steps back, the sword in his hand was raised high, and then he closed his eyes, and suddenly roared, and a sword slashed out.

This time it's not a stab, it's a chop.

Slash to slash, kill to kill!

At this moment, there were no more distractions in his heart, he closed his eyes, and it seemed that there was only one sword in his world!

What is a sword?

In Liu Jian's heart, the sword is everything, the sword is the head of ten thousand soldiers, if the sword heart is clear, there is no way to kill!

Previously, he blocked Goethe's seventeen slashes, Liu Jian was extremely talented, and he had already learned the eighteen slashes of soul destroying, and he may still be a little negligent, but he had a thorough grasp of the essence of this set of sword techniques.

So, he had an idea, and he also used the sword technique of Eighteen Soul Destroying Slashes.

This move may still be very young, and using a sword to make a knife technique also seems nondescript, and even a little ridiculous.

But the essence is already there, and his understanding of Chinese martial arts is beyond Goethe's ability.

This last knife technique is about sacrificing oneself, forgetting oneself, concentrating all one's energy, turning oneself into a knife, and cutting everything in the world.

Therefore, his move to kill the soul is actually on a par with Goethe's momentum.

Boom!

The sound of gold and iron intersecting sounded, and in the dust and mist, a white light crossed the sky and fell into the distance, disappearing without a trace.

The smoke cleared, Goethe was already ten zhang away, the knife in his hand had been broken into two, he was a little stunned, his eyes were wide, staring at Liu Jian, whose face was flushed not far away, and he was a little trembling when he spoke.

"You can actually destroy the soul eighteen slashes?"

Liu Jian took a breath, controlled his upward tumbling qi and blood, and said coldly: "I didn't before, but now I will." ”

"You only watched it once, and then you learned it?" Goethe stared at Liu Jian as if he were looking at a monster.

Willow sword jaw head.

"It is said that the people of the dragon soul are all freaks among geniuses, and it seems that today, it is true that you are simply a monster."

Goethe sighed a little, when he first learned this set of knife techniques, but he endured all the hardships, and it took half a year to learn it.

I didn't expect Liu Jian to only watch it once, and he actually would.

Yes, he was sure that Liu Jian had really learned it, because the power of this Soul Slayer just now was not inferior to that of him.

The problem is that Liu Jian uses a sword, and he uses a knife.

What does this mean? It shows that Liu Jian is learning and using it now, and he actually uses it better than him.

Goethe was a little frustrated, but he didn't understand the truth.

Chinese martial arts, broad and profound, but to trace its roots, most of them are the same way, Liu Jian is talented, he has practiced Chinese martial arts since he was a child, and it is not surprising that he can do it by touching the class.

Liu Jian looked at the body of his sword with a fine line, which was the price paid when cutting off the opponent's blade, which made him feel a little distressed.

Wow!

Goethe suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

His old injuries had not healed, and new injuries were added, and this time he was deeply injured, and he did not have two or three months to recover.

"Can you still fight now?" Liu Jian sneered.

Goethe wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and burst out laughing.

"I have to admire, you are indeed very powerful, even if I am not injured, I can't beat you, but if you want to keep me, you still can't do it."

Liu Jian raised his eyebrows, stretched out his long sword, and said, "Really?" I'd love to try it, you were attacking just now, and now, shouldn't you take my sword and try it? ”

"Okay, I'd love to see what your swordsmanship has been?"

Goethe clenched the knife in his hand and stared closely into Liu Jian's eyes.

He believed that the eyes were the windows to the soul.

Liu Jian didn't talk nonsense anymore, since he wanted to kill the other party, then why bother talking nonsense.

The sword body swung on the ground, and Liu Jian's whole person flew up, and the tip of the sword dragged a ravine on the ground, and the smoke and dust suddenly flew up, because his speed was too fast, and it felt like a giant dragon was passing through the ground at high speed, bringing up a large cloud of dust, covering the sight of the two.

In the smoke and dust, there was a faint sound of a dragon's groan, like an illusion, but also like a reality.

It was a special sound from the sword body rubbing against the air, but it was also breathtaking.

Goethe's expression was very focused, and he stared at the sword light.

An extremely dazzling white light suddenly burst out of the smoke and dust, piercing like lightning.

Goethe did not move, but raised the blade of his sword.

Bite!

Liu Jian frowned.

He felt the force of the rage, but it did not hit the ground, and the sword and the knife only made a slight contact, and Goethe was knocked away.

It feels bad, something doesn't seem right.

He burst out of the smoke and was about to stab the second sword, but in front of him, Goethe's body was high in the air.

Goethe's body was like a soccer ball kicked by someone, parabolic in the air, and flew out.

In mid-air, he spurted out another mouthful of blood, and the broken knife in his hand suddenly shattered into several pieces, leaving only the hilt.

Goethe's eyes were a little gloomy, but he suddenly smiled at Liu Jian, and his body fell down the hill.

There's a forest, and down there, there's the road.

Not good!

Liu Jian reacted suddenly, and immediately chased after him with his sword, and with one foot on the ground, his body flew up, in mid-air, in one breath, he swung his sword, and a sword qi hit the ground, raising a cloud of dust, but his body suddenly accelerated, and quickly swiped towards the woods.

His feet hit the ground, but Goethe had already rushed into the woods.

"I said, you can't kill me." Goethe seemed to be familiar with the woods and ran very fast.

Liu Jian's brows furrowed even tighter, and he chased after him.

The two fell together and chased each other through the trees.

Goethe's steps suddenly became a little strange, one foot in the east and one foot in the west, completely out of common sense.

Liu Jian was stunned.

Could it be that this is some kind of light footwork?

But he soon realized that he was wrong.

Liu Jian suddenly retracted and stopped chasing, his face became a little ugly.

He felt something under his feet, and then he looked at the ground and understood.

There were traces of new flipping nearby, but unfortunately he chased too quickly just now and didn't notice it at all.

Goethe stopped suddenly, he turned his head, and walked not far from Liu Jian, which was a relatively safe distance for him, and it can be seen that until now, he was very cautious.

"How? I said, you can't kill me. Goethe smirked.

Liu Jian said coldly: "I really didn't expect that even you would do such a shameless thing, and actually planted a mine here, it was really beyond my expectations, don't you think it's a very shameful thing?" ”

"Of course not, I think it's normal, don't you know, I'm a killer? Isn't it the style of our killers to do whatever it takes to achieve an end? Goethe shrugged indifferently: "Have you never used anything like this?" Oh, well, I believe you haven't used it, because you think your swordsmanship is high enough, and you don't need to play any tricks at all, but you're still wrong, killing people has always been only about the result, not about the process, and if you can kill the other party, that's the best way, and that's also a kind of ability. ”

Liu Jian's expression gradually regained his composure, he looked at Goethe, and said lightly: "Do you think that a mine can hurt me?" ”

"Of course not."

Goethe smiled: "However, it just so happens that I am very good at Bray, and I am afraid that one will not kill you, so I buried ten serial mines below." ”

Liu Jian's face remained unchanged: "It seems that you are also scheming." ”

"If you want to survive, of course, you have to have a perfect strategy, I don't want to lose my trust, but I know that this battle is very dangerous, I naturally have to be prepared, do I have to run to die?"

"Then you have a chance to kill me now, why don't you come?"

Goethe laughed: "That's what I mean, as if this was a good opportunity." ”

"Then what are you waiting for, come here!" Liu Jian actually laughed: "Are you afraid that I will die with you?" Depending on your skills, even if this thunder explodes, it won't really kill you. ”