Chapter 51 [Never Look Back!] 】

"Lin Jueying, why are you here?" Although it had been many years, Tang Shu still recognized the face of the Absolute Shadow Shura Lin Jueying at a glance, because Lin Jueying had not changed much over the years.

"I'm here on a mission." Lin Jueying's voice was faint and hollow.

"You're here to kill us?" Tang Shu sneered: "You really still represent the Heavenly Gate!" ”

"Originally, I came to kill someone, but today I happened to meet someone, so I don't want to kill anyone." Lin Jueying said with a smile.

"Who did you bump into? Can't imagine that there is anyone in the world who can make you change? Tang Shu asked curiously.

"It's Tang Hai." Lin Jueying said.

"Tang Hai!!" Tang was taken aback.

"My father!" Tang Feng also heard their conversation and took time out of the killing to say.

"Yes, it's your father, he asked me to bring you a word, Tang Feng!" Lin Jueying said.

"What?" Tang Feng said with some excitement.

"Your father told you to go your own way, to follow your own heart, never look back, and whoever falls behind you, never look back!" Lin Jueying said.

"Never look back!" Tang Feng was shocked in his heart.

"It seems that Tang Hai is still the original Tang Hai, and he has not changed." Tang Chu laughed.

"No, he has changed, he has become no longer afraid of Tianmen and Tangmen, he has become no longer afraid of this world." Lin Jueying said.

"So he's going to come back to deal with Heavengate?" Tang said.

"He won't."

"Because of you?"

"No, he's never going to do anything because of anyone now."

"Then why?"

"He's just trying to make the Heavenly Gate fall faster!" Lin Jueying said.

"What are you talking about?" Tang was confused.

"Alright, I'm done with what I need to say, it's time for me to go!" Lin Jueying smiled and kicked the ground and walked away.

"It's time for us to do our thing, too!" Tang Feng smiled and stared at the enemy in front of him.

"Not bad." Tang Chu also laughed.

"Out of the knife!"

With a snort, Wang Xuan brazenly took out his knife, and the blade slashed at the enemy in front of him, the man in black, at an incredible angle.

Tang Slash also drew his sword, but he ran into a master.

"Ding ......" The man in black swung his sword completely with the intuition of a master, and in the moment when he couldn't make a move, the blade blocked the opponent's almost magical sword. And his wrist flipped out, and the blade turned around and struck the big hand that held the sword.

The big hand was also like a phantom, but it was unusually stable and powerful, and its owner was more like a ruthless killing god, his eyes were like electricity, and he was actually capturing the life of any person in this space of the garden.

"When ......" The knife of the man in black really forced three inches away from the big hand, but unexpectedly, at a distance of three inches, it was like the end of the world, and his blade did not have any chance to reach it, and a whirlpool-like cyclone pressed on the blade, causing the blade to collide with the back of the sword, making a terrifying metal crisp sound.

The fight was just one move, although the winner was not decided, but both sides no longer had the slightest contempt for each other. Because everyone's heart is as clear as a mirror, if anyone dares to underestimate his opponent, there is only one price he will pay - death!

Tang Shu retreated with the force of a touch, but only took a step back, and suddenly kicked on his toes, raising a curtain of snow in the air.

The black-clothed people were shocked, they didn't expect that Tang Shu could actually use the terrain and environment as a cover to create a shape that was beneficial to himself. However, the man in black did not hesitate, his arm shook, and the energy that had been hidden in the blade of the knife leaked out like a torrent, passing through layers of snow and mist, provoking the knife flowers to shoot in all directions.

Tang Chop retreated, because he didn't want to expose his edge, but also wanted to hide the killing machine, although the black-clothed man's sword was as fast as lightning, it could not form a fatal threat to Tang Chop.

"Boom ......" When Tang Slash's sword rays touched the blade again under almost no probability, with the ground they were on as the center, the snow flew to both sides like waves, and the crazy energy formed a whirlpool of different sizes in the surge, dancing wildly in the air like a snow dragon.

The look of the man in black showed an unprecedentedly ugly expression, the development of the situation had exceeded his imagination, for him, Tang Slash was like a mountain in front of him, if he wanted to surpass, it was almost impossible. However, even so, he could not give up, let alone retreat.

Although the man in black was shocked, he was not chaotic, and the war knife could still dissolve the opponent's seemingly must-kill sword moves at the most dangerous moment. The reason why he did not despair was not that he expected Li and Han to help, but that he still had a hand, and he must act at the most appropriate time to win the battle.

No one knows what his killer weapon is, but they know that under the ninja way, it is mysterious and weird, and it is endlessly changing, even if it goes to heaven and earth, in their opinion, it is not something that cannot be done.

The dead leaves were dancing wildly in the whirlpool, but they couldn't invade the three-zhang range around Tang Slash and the man in black. In the space where they fought, there was no snow, no flowing matter, only the terrifying murderous aura.

Tang Slash's entire person was completely phantomily into the void, and only the sword was spinning. Man is an entity with connotation, and it is impossible to blend into the air, can it be said that he has practiced the "turning reality into fiction" in martial arts legends? If not, what is it?

With this string of questions, the man in black still made a lot of moves, and the two fought inseparably. The snow and mist flowed, expanding and blurring, forming a devouring whirlpool, which became wilder under the traction of the knife qi.

The knife is as bright as snow, the snow is like the blade of a knife, and the knife and the snow are one and the same, without each other, just like a picture in a myth.

The sword has reached the extreme of the sword path, and the sword has also reached the peak of the sword. Every time the man in black used a sword, he could feel the ubiquitous killing power contained in that sword.

The sword is not in the person, this is an illusion, a kind of appearance, in fact, the man in black understands in his heart that the person is behind the sword light. When he saw Tang Shu's figure, it was also time to decide the winner.

Therefore, he could only go all out, be calm, and dare not be careless in the face of the light and shadow derived from the sword.

There was no sword, and there was no person, and all the killing machines of Qiē flew up with the swirling of this light and shadow......

The man in black had never seen such a scene in front of him, no matter how good his eyesight was, he couldn't see the direction of the sword blade and the flow of the sword from this unpredictable light and shadow, but he could feel the mountain-like pressure brought by this light and shadow to his body.

"Boom......" The man in black retreated again and again, retreating to a cluster of plum blossoms, and a strange smile suddenly bloomed on his face. In the course of his retreat, the ground suddenly burst open, and the mud and stone flew towards the light and shadow like an arrow.

He seemed to be confident, and he was not surprised by the qiē in front of him, because this qiē was actually a mechanism that he had deliberately laid out, and of course he would not feel unfamiliar.

Nobody knows.

The strong vibration caused by the explosion caused the snow to soar, and when the light and shadow dissipated, the footwork and sword of the man in black were suffocated, as if he was swayed by the energy brought out by the light and shadow.

The sword kills from the light and shadow, giving birth to thousands of cold rays, weaving an invisible but qualitative network in the void, just like a spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River in March.

"What a domineering swordsmanship!" The man in black let out a low sigh, only when he saw Tang Slash's sword could he truly appreciate Tang Slash's strength. Before that, his understanding of Tang Shu was only a sensory understanding, and it was not until this moment that he understood that the person in front of him had almost climbed to the top of the sword path, that is, the sword god Zhuo Dongxing, who was rumored on the rivers and lakes in the past, was reborn, but he was afraid that it was nothing more than that.

The man in black didn't expect Tang Slash's response to be so fast, not only did he resolve the tricks he had laid down, but his offensive continued unabated, and he made strange moves one after another. With no choice but to wield his sword.

The sound of "Dangdang ......" was endless, and the collision without any fancy flashed between the swords and sparks. The crisp sound of the metal clash is just like the evening drum and morning bell in the ancient temple in the deep mountains, giving people a shock similar to that produced in the dark, making people listen to the blood surging and blood boiling.

There was confusion in the void, the dark clouds conjured by the sword were changing at a high speed, Tang Feng looked at this battle with a calm face, and he was sure of Tang.

The man in black has strange swordsmanship and profound skills, and if he looks at the world, he may be ranked in the top thirty.

And Tang slashed out the sword, but with his heart. Each of his sword stabs out is more based on his own feeling in the moment before the sword is released, so his sword moves are like the water of a great river rushing smoothly, gushing endlessly, endlessly, and the other party does not allow any respite.

What surprised the man in black even more was that Tang Chop's sword sound seemed to have a sense of rhythm! At first, the man in black couldn't feel it, and he couldn't feel it, but as the number of times the two swords intersected, the man in black felt that this rhythm not only gradually controlled the frequency of his sword, but even tried to control the beautiful and jumping arc of his heartbeat to flash into the void, revealing a poetic artistic conception in the night sky......

This knife cuts out of the void, which is indeed very beautiful, as if in Tang Feng's hand, he is not holding a knife, but a pen in the hand of the painter, drawing a kind of beauty in a plain and bland way.

The man in black had a light in his eyes, his face was full of surprise, he obviously didn't expect this knife to be fatal, and the whole person seemed to be immersed in the artistic conception explained in the knife.

He didn't make any blocking moves, just took a step back, looking forward to the most beautiful moment of the knife.

However, he didn't see this moment coming, and in silence, he felt a sudden undercurrent surging behind him, penetrating into his heart at an incomparably precise angle.

It was a sword, a sword from Tang Shu's hand. When this sword pierced into the void, its artistic conception was also very beautiful, but it was a pity that the "old man in black" could not see it, and could never see it.

The man in black fell slowly, and when he fell, his eyes were still wide open, and his pupils were full of unwillingness.

"It's time for us to go!" Tang Feng said that he had already killed the enemy.

"Where to go?" Tang Shu said.

"Go to New York." Tang Feng Road.

"Good idea." Tang said.