"Let's do it."

Wei Yang didn't say much, in the past, Fu Long would advise his opponent like this in every fight, it seemed that this was already his routine.

For others, it's like those masters who pretend to be b, if you have to advise your enemies, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha, the Buddha will forgive you for your mistakes, come on, child. But in Wei Yang's eyes, Fu Long is disdainful and disdainful of sentient beings.

Because his strength is in an extremely high position, he has no opponent in the same realm, and thus feels lonely, and the resulting sense of indifference, Fu Long has this arrogant qualification, because he is different from Wei Yang, and he is invincible in the same realm.

This is not nonsense, nor is it a magic trick to fool children, these people are called the darlings of heaven and earth, and it seems that they were born with an aura. But only they know how much hardship, how much experience, how much penance is spent.

"You're unwise."

After Fu Long finished saying this, the long sword in his hand had been slowly withdrawn, and at the moment when the long sword was unsheathed, Wei Yang had already made a sudden move, and the knife in his hand exuded a strong murderous aura, such a strong and ferocious momentum made Fu Long's eyes light up, and his brows were slightly wrinkled.

As soon as the connoisseur made a move, he knew if there was one, and the moment the two of them made a move, Fu Long already knew that Wei Yang was not unwise, but used him as a sharpening knife. , because he has come to this day step by step, he never thought that the seemingly weak opponent would have the same talent as him, of course, it can only be in terms of talent.

However, sometimes the whetstone does not make the sword faster, but sharpens the blade, and everything can only be seen in the quality of the sword. Can it withstand an uneven whetstone.

And Wei Yang took the lead, not to gain the upper hand, but because he paid attention to every battle of Fu Long, at the beginning of each battle, Fu Long would slowly pull out, the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, this was not to pretend to be a posture, but to cultivate momentum.

The moment he took out his sword, his momentum reached its peak, and the sword at this time was his strongest move, the move to kill the enemy. His swordsmanship is not for competition, but for killing enemies.

As a warrior who is good at killing enemies said, he will not choose to shoot easily, and he will not perform for others, because his moves are all instinctive, they are all accumulated in the experience of life and death, and they have been fused with his blood and his thoughts, just like the blood in his body, which has become a part of his body.

How can the art of killing the enemy be easily revealed? Once it is revealed, either the enemy dies or I die, this is the art of killing the enemy, and it is a secret technique that will never be exposed to the eyes of others.

After Wei Yang's careful observation, he boldly speculated a conclusion, that is, Fu Long was cultivating momentum, and the moment he drew his sword, it was when his momentum was the weakest, and the skill of killing the enemy also had weaknesses, and these weaknesses came from human habits.

Fu Long has obviously developed such a habit for a long time, so even if he knows such a weakness, it can no longer be changed, a person's habit formation is not an acquired habit that can be changed at will, if you want to change such a habit, it will take a long time to force change.

But Fu Long doesn't seem to know this weakness, maybe even if he knows it clearly in his heart, he doesn't see this break in his eyes.

'Boom'

The collision of the realm slowed down Fu Long's momentum, and then he retreated, even if Fu Long had already drawn the sword in the scabbard, but his killing move could no longer be used, because the momentum had been broken and was broken by Wei Yangsheng.

"You're good."

Can in Fu Long's mouth, hearing these three words, everyone almost thought it was a dream? Even those who are familiar with Fu Long have never heard that Fu Long would spit out words of praise, and this first person to be praised is still a realm of strength, and his talent is not equal to him at all, Wei Yang from the Xuanzi Battalion.

The sword has been unsheathed, as Fu Long has gradually formed an effective defense, it has begun to slowly accumulate momentum, and the cultivation strength of the two is not equal, although Wei Yang has taken the opportunity and temporarily suppressed the other party, but it cannot be long.

The long sword is like rain, a little bit of cold, like a star, that touch of coldness, full of Weiyang's artistic conception of the sun, and there is a state of competing with the sun and the moon.

And that little bit of star light, like a spark that can ignite the prairie fire, constantly converges into a hideous dragon, devouring the surrounding light, making Fu Long's artistic conception gradually expand, and Wei Yang's artistic conception has a fierce collision.

"You have comprehended the true meaning of swordsmanship, if it weren't for your strength realm, you could have become my opponent, but unfortunately, hey, your realm is still one step behind, and you can't match my sword intent at all, you can only become my nourishment."

This may be the day when Fu Long said the most words in front of outsiders, and he has never performed before, so that everyone understands that Wei Yang's absolute strength is extraordinary, but unfortunately the realm of the two is not equal, as Fu Long said, the other party is not talent, but strength, if it can give Wei Yang a hundred years, or decades, it is not difficult for Wei Yang to become Fu Long's real opponent.

"It's a pity that I will never make the mistakes I made before, since you have chosen to let me be your whetstone, then you should have the consciousness of death, go and die."

As soon as the words changed, Fu Long suddenly waved his hand, only to see the long sword in his hand come out of his hand, conjuring up tens of thousands of long swords, like a torrential rain, heading straight for Wei Yang. Wherever those long swords passed, Wei Yang's realm shattered one after another, and he was powerless to resist it, which made Wei Yang feel terrified.

Can't you really be the enemy of it? At this time, Wei Yang was still unwilling to give up, of course he wanted to give up, Fu Long would not agree, after performing this killing move, Fu Long's eyes were full of murderous energy, obviously wanting to kill him, and he would definitely not give Wei Yang any chance to challenge him again.

Danger must be nippled in the bud, Fu Long has suffered such a loss, as the so-called eat a trench to grow a wisdom, how can Fu Long make his mistake again?

"Month."

Just when thousands of long swords broke through Wei Yang's artistic conception and went straight to Wei Yang's attack, Wei Yang's long knife waved, and a silver light slowly appeared behind him, and a round of silver moon slowly appeared above him, just between Fu Long's frowns, Wei Yang had disappeared in place, to be precise, he disappeared in this space.

"How is this possible?"

Not only Fu Long was surprised, but also the mages of the Supreme Sun also opened their mouths one after another, and looked at the Dou Jiangtai in horror.

Wei Yang definitely did not leave the Doujiangtai, because the Doujiangtai was arranged in a formation, except for the deacon who controlled the Doujiangtai, who could enter and exit the formation at will, it was impossible for Fu Long and Wei Yang to enter and leave at will, which means that Wei Yang was still on the Doujiangtai, or around, and definitely did not leave the Doujiangtai for half a step.

"What a mysterious artistic conception? Silver Moon? Hehe, you're not from the Demon Hall realm, are you? How could he comprehend the power of the moon's Yin Attribute Dao Rules? You're such a wonder. ”

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