Just like writing, when you are in a good state, the more you write, the more comfortable you are, the more obedient the pen is in your hand, and you can always perform it extraordinarily. When you really play it well, you don't need to write what body you want to write, what tricks you want to make, just walk with your feelings, this is your real own calligraphy, your own swordsmanship. Naturally, there is no hard foundation, there is no kind of unfathomable understanding, it is impossible to follow the feeling, and the perception of Yuancheng is exactly what I was touched by seeing He Jian's earth-shattering sword just now.

Although Lu Madsheng will have a lot of martial arts, the longest is the fan method, I don't want to be cut off as soon as I look at the fan, and the sword that is round into a middle hand is extremely sharp, forcing him to fight with a sword. At this time, the more he fought, the more chilled he became, he didn't expect Yuancheng's swordsmanship to advance so quickly, and there was a huge gap between him and when he was in the Purple Mountain three months ago, although Chen Yuancheng had a confusing trick, he didn't use it well, and it was full of loopholes in his eyes;

Lu Madsheng picked up a producer today and grabbed the long-coveted beauty, and he was eager to find a place to be naturally happy, and he had no intention of fighting. He thinks that Yuancheng is still as easy to pinch as before, so he wants to solve it in three or two strokes, and avenge the sword, who knows that he can't attack it for a long time, but the more he fights, the more difficult it becomes, and he once sent out a sense of defeat: It's better to run first, and then come to this kid in the future to bother. He escaped from the heart of escape, his qi became weaker, and his hands were weak, Yuancheng immediately took advantage of the situation to attack, killing one sword after another, killing him left and right, embarrassed.

Lu was mad and angry, and he took out the secret medicine that stimulated his power and swallowed it, and in the blink of an eye, his skill was greatly improved, his figure was fluttering, his sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and he was so successful that he retreated again and again, and the advantage and disadvantage immediately reversed.

Yuan Cheng saw that it was difficult to beat, so he took advantage of the power of a hard block to float for a hundred years and then retreated, and ran in the direction of the dense forest. Lu was furious, and chased after him, and stabbed Yuancheng in the back like lightning, and Yuancheng suddenly turned sharply and hid behind the tree. Compared with Lu Madsheng chasing again, he ran behind another tree, there are many mountains and rocks here, it is difficult to escape and chase people, Lu Madsheng is certainly higher than Yuancheng after promoting his skills, and a generation can't catch up with him or hurt him. The fellow travelers chased after him, and the trees fell and scattered, and the spirit was amazing, but they were not even hurt by a single hair.

Lu Madsheng chased for a while, and suddenly realized that he would activate his skills unless it took a quarter of an hour, Yuancheng This was the time to pass him with intention, and once the time limit passed, he would not be slaughtered. As for his bloody demonic skills, if they are not a last resort, they cannot be used lightly. He suddenly stopped: "Stinky boy, Young Master Ben is in a good mood today, let you live, and come to play with you the next day." ”

"Rogue maniac, don't you want revenge, why did you run away, you can't beat me?"

Lu Madsheng put it in the cabinet, turned around and ran towards the place where the style of writing was, and ran away as soon as he picked up the style.

Yuan Cheng added the swordsmanship and the Shenxing light talisman to himself, followed and chased after him, scolding while chasing: "Little lewd thief, you have a crippled hand, where is there a woman who is willing to let you touch it, I'm afraid no one will look down on you anymore。。。。。。 The master disciple of Huxingmen, who is so vegetable, can't even beat me, who has never worshipped a teacher, if you have the ability, you can fight with me。。。。。。 ”

Lu Madsheng almost blew up his lungs, stopped suddenly, took out his sword and attacked Yuancheng, Yuancheng took two swords, turned around and ran, Lu Madsheng took a person, and he couldn't catch up with him, chased for a while and found that he was hooked, and stopped to drill in the dense woods in the past.

Yuancheng knew that the magic skills he had stimulated with drugs were not long, and if he wanted to save Wenfeng, he had to waste his time so much, and he would study the time. Even if he is a little scoundrel and a little contemptible, he can't take care of it, anyway, Lu Madsheng is not a decent person, and it is not too much to deal with him in any way. At present, what he is worried about is that if Lu Crazy is born to cause blood to collapse the demonic skill, he may not be the other party, and Yu Wai is also afraid that he will use the style of writing as a compulsion, so how dare he mention the matter of letting go of the style of writing now.

"Lu Madsheng, your name is Madness, but you can't be crazy at all, every time I see you, I am deflated and fleeing, it is better for you to change your name to Lu Escape。。。。。。 Your master is a woman, no wonder you only taught you the skills to deal with women, and you have to escape when you see a man。。。。。。 ”

Yuan Cheng chased after him without hesitation, sneering and sarcastic while chasing, and from time to time he also played a few talismans, although he didn't hurt Lu Madsheng, but he was already angry enough. I didn't expect Yuancheng to become so difficult, he couldn't hit it, he couldn't shake it off, it really made him grit his teeth with hatred.

Lu Madsheng is not a stupid person, and he quickly understood: it was all for the woman in his hand, if it wasn't for the literary style, he could throw off Yuancheng, Yuancheng would not be so pestering him, and he would never fall to the point of being in this situation. Thinking that when the wind gave up chasing him in order to save Yuancheng, and hit him together in Purple Mountain, it can be seen that these two people are very close to each other.

He was jealous and hateful, but he also came up with measures to get out of the predicament. He suddenly stopped and put his sword on Wen Feng's neck: "Stinky boy, if you dare to chase one step further, I will immediately cut off her head." ”

Yuan Cheng publicly stopped, was slightly stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said: "I just met with her, but you don't want to bury your head, do you not hesitate to kill her? You openly use her to force me, haha, it's so funny!"

"Bah, you two eyebrows, affectionate, think that Young Master Ben doesn't know, if she doesn't take a fancy to you, why did Fang Shan save you, why did Purple Mountain ask you to sponsor? If you don't have an intention for her, can you chase me so recklessly? Hehe, Young Master Ben doesn't know how much she has slept in, and she doesn't care about this one, if you have the courage to take a step forward, see if I will kill her!"

Yuancheng really dared to take a step, Wen Feng's face was facing him at this time, and a pair of autumn water eyes looked at him in a daze, his face was flushed, and he didn't know whether he was anxious or ashamed. Seeing these eyes, how dare Zhou Geng move, who knows if Lu Crazy Sheng will really hurt her? This crazy bee wave butterfly wants to touch it when he sees the beauty, but he just plays with it, and he really doesn't care much about the style, if he is forced to hurry, it is really possible to kill her. However, the style of writing was caught by him like that, and the consequences were unimaginable。。。。。。

Lu Yansheng saw that he dared to move, and then noticed that the eyes of the two were different, and laughed gloomily: "It is open that Lang has the intention of being a concubine, stinky boy, it is better for you to kill yourself with a sword to show your heart, presumably she will be sad for you." Well, don't kill yourself first, you cut your upper hand in half, or I'll cut her face first, and then cut off her hand. ”