There is no such thing as a natural victory, let alone a natural defeat.

If a fighter plane is grasped by a fraction of a second, the result is often a thousand miles away. Liang Xiong and Xu Yongzheng know this truth very well.

Liang Xiong has been pinned on high hopes by his father since he was a child, at a young age of less than six years old, he was sent to the martial arts holy land that many gun learners are proud of, and his immature shoulders have borne too much hope and expectation early, followed by countless pains and pains, in addition to learning guns or learning guns in the gun forest, there is nothing else to do, which is monotonous and boring, and not ordinary people can survive. Liang Xiong's talent is as intelligent as a rare jade in the world, so his father and master take it very seriously, and others can't help but add too many impurities in the carving process of this piece of jade, such as friendship and love, which young people yearn for and are useless in martial arts, are also isolated by them. Therefore, from a small child to a crown of travel, how many times in between, he almost only had contact with his master and father, which also developed his withdrawn and arrogant character. There was also a starry night, he imagined that he would live the same worldly experience of laughter, joy, anger and sorrow as ordinary people should have, but under his father's decisive means, it could only be a bubble and turn into an unattainable fantasy.

When he was twelve years old, the disciples competed with each other in the forest of chemical guns, and Liang Xiong almost injured himself because of his pity, and after exhausting his strength, he was almost injured, but when the master saw him, he did not praise him greatly, but hit him with a fierce sliding gun and recuperated in bed for seven days. Since then, he has told himself not to be soft on anyone. Finally, in the trial before the crown, he also injured the master mercilessly, the difference is that the last time he only recuperated for seven days, this time, the master's hands and tendons were all broken, and he could no longer hold a gun in this life. In such a way of retribution, he left the gloomy forest of guns with satisfaction and began his wayward travels.

If you don't meet that her, don't see the yellow shirt, you don't know love, and you can't be trapped by love, then the name Liang Xiong is bound to resound in Zhongzhou and even the world, after all, the gunman who defeated everyone in the gun path is not a small Donglin that can serve as a stage for his growth, and it is even more impossible to restrain his growth.

It was also after this relationship that this piece of jade was polished into a failed work full of scars.

The ruthless Liang Xiong has become decadent, and his slender hands have not held a gun for many years, but he has just fallen in love with the wine bag that makes people drunk and dream.

A heart that has been numbed by strong wine no longer pays attention to the world, and there is another sloppy, incurable, and useless drunkard in this world.

Liang Xiong began to re-examine the young man in front of him, and saw the swordsman in front of him who was clearly so young and the giant sword in his hand, and he lost his mind for a moment. After tonight, if this young man can still see the sun tomorrow, he will inevitably be born in Donglin, causing turmoil. Because he seems to see the shadow of his youth, no, he is even more outstanding than he was back then, where did his original artistic conception come from so majestic? Could it be that he wants to be like the master today, reduced to a stepping stone?

Mu Liangwu was also a little surprised at this time. In his opinion, Liang Xiong was bloodthirsty and abnormal back then, even if he had been drinking heavily for many years, he would not be like this today. Don't forget that Liang Xiong and Guan have appeared on a martial arts review in less than a few years. The martial arts commentary said that Liang Xiong and Guan Weifew, both virtual and real spear skills, fast as thunder, blood and energy, fierce tigers, famous in the world!

Could it be that today's tigers are also like sick tigers, and their prestige does not continue?

I saw Liang Xiong restrain his iQue and said slowly: "Be careful next, I'm going to do real kung fu." ”

The big boss on the side finally put away his joking look, and his eyes lit up.

Xu Yongzheng nodded, showing an expression that still looked arrogant to outsiders, and said quietly: "Just come." ”

As soon as the words fell, Liang Xiong obviously had no gun in his hand at this time, but his momentum was even stronger than just now. In a flash of form, he swept in front of the young man with the sword in his left hand, and with a ferocious slam he leaned against the mountain as if striking the bell.

Xu Yongzheng's strength was not enough, the sword blade could not be deflected, and he could only resist with the sword body.

Liang Xiong did not press again, and picked up the spear again after abandoning the gun just now, and his momentum was even greater.

It is terrible that the beast that chooses people and devours it has no reason, but it is undoubtedly a fierce beast, and a certain amount of force and a little wisdom can do it, but when the beast has reason, it is very terrifying.

And this is the case with Liang Xiong.

So Xu Yongzheng saw the different Liang Xiong in front of him, and he looked a little cramped,

Liang Xiong's body was faintly flushed with red aura, he raised his head and took a deep breath, as if he smelled the pungent smell of blood. These are the rich flavors of blood. It's all still so familiar.

Many years ago, Liang Xiong walked over in the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses, his hands were stained with blood, his gun was coagulated by blood, he was covered in blood, and even the world in his eyes was blood-red.

Xu Yongzheng didn't dare to fight hard, and he didn't want to back down.

Liang Xiong swiped the spear in his hand and slid the word. The spear seemed to have life in his hand, and it kept shaking regularly, turning into thousands of arrows in an instant, and the cyan shadows of the spears cut through the black night. When Liang Xiong's body was completely covered by the shadow of the gun, his figure and the shadow of the gun seemed to merge into one, only to see a wave of heat around him, and the momentum was as hot as a fire, stretching endlessly. He himself turned into a black afterimage, and this time he became a real meteor, carrying waves of fire and attacking Xu Yongzheng.

This is his third move tonight, and there is no room for error.

The previous time I shook the spear, I used the spear as a salarywood, and then the heat wave hit, and the flames hit. This is called the Burnout Burn.

I have to say that Xu Yongzheng's luck is really average, because when he first entered the rivers and lakes, the first time he drew his sword in the real sense, he met an artistic conception, and he was a strong man who almost succeeded.

What is artistic conception? If Xu Yongzheng wants to explain, he can't describe it, but he knows that Liang Xiong's style of bringing fire with his body is the artistic conception.

This time, Xu Yongzheng no longer hesitated, because it was tantamount to self-defeat, and he chose to open his eyes. No matter how hot the fire is, he has to open his eyes with difficulty, because only then can he live. He didn't look up to the sky and roar to cheer up.

Since the long sword is in my hand, naturally I should be undefeated.

That's where his confidence lies, and that's where his kendo lies.

Finally, Xu Yongzheng moved, he couldn't care about the injury on his left hand, and his hands were holding the giant sword steadily.

A foot in front of him was just a blank space, nothing but the damp air that had just rained.

Finally, he moved, and he swung his greatsword resolutely, slashing left and right in the air. It was as if there was no longer a blank space in front of him, but a piece of white rice paper. And the sword in his hand is a paintbrush, but this painter is too clumsy, and no one can understand what he draws, or it is too easy for people to understand.

It's just two simple strokes, and it can't delve into its deep meaning, and it can't give it a specific meaning.

The two intersecting strokes are connected with their respective centers, and once they intersect, they are the artistic conception of communication.

He didn't stop repeating these two strokes, and finally, in the air, there was a sharp cutting intent under his giant sword, which was a hundred times sharper than the dull giant sword, as if it was about to pierce the rice paper and pierce the blank space in front of him.

It's not a game between painters, and he's not gambling on his life.

This is his mood.

The sword that became faster and faster in the field, the sword shadow that became more and more hazy, and Xu Yongzheng's figure also seemed a little blurred. When Xu Yongzheng's back condensed into a white shadow, his surroundings were like white mist.

Finally, there seemed to be a river behind him, and the water was so turbulent that it had flowed for many miles, and came to the cliff. The river was supposed to go on, but it was blocked by a boulder in front of him.

So what he's doing now is dredging the river so that it can flow into the sea unimpeded.

The big boss on the side has bright eyes and dazzling brilliance.

Unexpectedly, in this broken temple, there were actually two artistic conceptions tonight.

Mu Liangwu on the side was stunned, and he was only shocked in his heart.

In the rivers and lakes, there are so many people who can be called masters, and no one seems to have a legal standard. Because there are too many kung fu that need to be taken into account, you don't see that as long as you are in a wealthy family and have a little extra kung fu, you can be called a master with enough weight, because no one will be stupid enough to dare to expose it, lose face and recruit enemies. However, there are absolutely only a handful of people in the world who can be called first-class masters with absolute strength, of course, this is only widely known. There is no way to verify the more that is unknown. They seem to look down on fame and fortune, and do not ask much about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, some live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and live a simple life of farmers who plough the woods every other day, and some are deeply supported by the sect, high behind the scenes, and live a leisurely life of idle clouds and wild cranes. It is precisely because of their elusiveness that they are more mysterious and legendary.

Let's put it this way, a master of artistic conception may not be able to become a master of a product, but all masters of a product have the strength to show artistic conception.

Liang Xiong was famous many years ago, and at that time he was known as the potential to reach the realm of a master, and it was natural to have this strength. Mu Liangwu naturally wouldn't be too surprised by this. But what about the young man in front of him, and if he is crowned, he will be able to show the artistic conception for the first time?

When the red flame and the white afterimage collided, they also staggered in an instant.

All the results of the battle will be seen immediately, and all the scars and pain will be caused in this instant.

Both of them snorted, their backs to each other.

Liang Xiong looked at the hazy moonlit night freely and asked, "What is your artistic conception called?"

Xu Yongzheng took a deep breath, highlighted two words straightforwardly, and said, "Intercept the river." ”

Liang Xiong's eyes gradually brightened, the long coat in front of him was also cut, and there were no wounds on his body.

Not long after Xu Yongzheng's words fell, Liang Xiong's voice sounded again, his voice was a little emotional, his emotions were a little complicated, but his hand did not hold the gun again.

"Good sword intent. ”

This potential is called the Interception River.

It is taken from the meaning of life and death, cutting off the river.

Liang Xiong said: "The three moves have passed, and I won't attack you again tonight." ”

Where would Mu Liangwu take it seriously, since the big boss didn't nod, this matter would not be so easy to solve. He sneered inappropriately at this time: "If you don't make a move, it doesn't mean that the big boss won't make a move." In short, you must die here tonight. ”

Xu Yongzheng glared at Master Mu Wu fiercely, and said coldly: "Since this is the case, then let the big boss try it." ”

"My sword, from the point of view, shouldn't be too reckless. ”

The big boss rubbed his forehead in frustration and said to himself: "Oops, I can't imagine that I have such strength, it's really a headache." This is not a soft persimmon. ”