[The second update, my speed is like this anyway, let me write fast and can't do it, and pull another wave of monthly passes!] Students, take a look, is there anything else? ]

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Iron riding fast sword, famous all over the world, one hundred and thirty-two style chain fast sword, one sword is faster than a sword, and one sword is better than a sword.

And although Tie Kaicheng is young, his swordsmanship is better than the blue, still above the iron in the strange, in addition to the one hundred and thirty-two style serial fast swords, there are more than thirteen swords.

- Thirteen swords!

Wang Dong had already seen the fourteenth change of the Thirteen Deadly Swords from Murong Qiudi's hands, and he had even fought with Xiahou Feishan in the Red Cloud Valley, and had seen the Thirteen Deadly Swords he unleashed and the subsequent two changes in the world through his hands-

The fourteenth sword, the fifteenth sword!

But even if they are all the best masters in the world, it is difficult for them to get a glimpse of the mystery of the Thirteen Swords.

The Thirteen Swords of Death belong to Yan Thirteen, and the essence of the Thirteen Swords of Death can only be understood by Yan Thirteen, and only Yan Thirteen can truly perfect the subsequent two changes of this sword technique.

Just as the Flying Immortals outside the sky are to Ye Gucheng, the fifteenth change of the Thirteen Swords of Death can only really become the finishing touch when it reaches Yan Thirteen's hands.

Wang Xizhi splashed ink, Wu Daozi wrote a lot of money, Li Taibai sang drunken songs, and Gongsun Jian danced in all directions...... The ancients of yesterday, the thirteen of Yan today, the fifteenth change can only be called the 'god' in the swordsmanship when the Yan thirteen is deduced and displayed!

One hand of God!

Of course, it is not easy to realize one of these gods, and it requires not only spiritual light, but also epiphany.

Wang Dong also didn't know if Yan Shisan had created the fifteenth sword now, but this did not prevent him from looking at Tie Kaicheng's swordsmanship.

Tie Kaicheng's life-killing thirteen swords were personally awarded by Yan Thirteen.

No one knows why Yan Shisan taught Tie Kaicheng swordsmanship, maybe he saw the shadow of his youth from Tie Kaicheng, or maybe he didn't want to kill the Thirteen Swords and lost it since then. Perhaps he thought that it would be impossible for him to create the fifteenth sword in his life, so he pinned his hopes on Tie Kaicheng......

Or maybe Yan Shisan's teaching of the Iron Kaicheng Sword Technique was just to find that little bit of aura, a little opportunity for an epiphany.

The sword light is like a lonely goose, and it changes.

Sen Han's sword aura was piercing, and it had forced many of the dart masters who surrounded him to retreat to ten zhang away.

In the middle of the long street. Tie Kaicheng has already handed over to Xie Xiaofeng.

The two fought with words, twists and turns, and even brought out the incident of Tie Zhongqi's bizarre death, and after a lot of effort, they could only speak with their swords in the end.

This is the iron law of the rivers and lakes, the two wrestle, the stronger wins, it is not cruel, only true.

Tie Kaicheng wielded the long sword in his hand wantonly. The cold air of Sen Sen surrounded the blade of the sword, and the famous one hundred and thirty-two style serial fast swords bloomed from the sharp sword in his palm, which was brilliant and dazzling.

The bloom of every sword flower is so seductive, and it is full of endless killing intent in the splendor of shame.

Many of the dart masters of the Red Flag Dart Bureau turned pale, and their bodies retreated ten feet, and the spectators around the long street, who were bright or dark, were also dignified.

The sword in Tie Kaicheng's hand hummed and contended, and a sonorous golden iron battle sound was played in the cold sword light, as if it was pulling the strings. The sound of the piano is over, and the strings are broken.

It's a pity that this is fierce and ferocious. When the fast sword as fast as lightning faced Xie Xiaofeng, it seemed to be completely useless, and the iron and honest long sword slashed away, but Xie Xiaofeng didn't make half a wave, and it flowed into the sea like mud.

The crowd was already filled with exclamation.

Tie Kaicheng swordsmanship is exquisite, looking at the rivers and lakes. Even if he has been famous for many years, few swordsmen can beat him, and his swordsmanship does surpass that of his father Tie Zhongqi, and he is more decisive and ferocious, and he is exquisite.

However, his opponent is Xie Xiaofeng.

No matter who loses to Xie Sanshao, who is unparalleled in the world, it is not surprising.

When everyone thought that Tie Kaicheng would be defeated, Tie Kaicheng gritted his teeth. Turning around, the originally powerful and treacherous sword momentum suddenly changed, and a sword stabbed out lightly.

Tie Kaicheng's swordsmanship was full of murderous aura, and the cold aura was surging, like a dark cloud rolling in the sky, obscuring the sky. But this sword stabbed out, and suddenly the dark clouds in the sky were removed, and the sun appeared.

It's not the warm sun, it's the scorching sun, the red of the sunset.

When this sword came out, Xie Xiaofeng was already moved, and shouted for it: "Okay, good swordsmanship!" ”

Many people watching the battle have also lost their color, and the dart masters of the Red Flag Dart Bureau have retreated to more than 20 zhang away, looking at the world, no one can send the sword qi of the palm wind to such a distance, but when the sword of Tie Kaicheng is stabbed out, they only hate that they have not retreated far enough, this sword is shining gravel, and it really has the magic power of killing and breaking the soul!

Above the restaurant, Huang Rong has also lost her color at the moment, her voice is coquettish, and her delicate face is slightly pale.

She knew that she was extremely far away from the battle circle, but the sword light like the scorching sun, the sword qi of Sen Han's skull seemed to break through the space, rushing towards her face, and her heart trembled.

It was only at this time that Huang Rong knew the wonder of swordsmanship in the world, and the power of that sword to break through the sky could be so thrilling.

Wang Dong is also watching.

Even if he saw Xie Xiaofeng's move, he was a little careless, but at this time, he couldn't take his eyes off it, staring at the flow of sword light in Tie Kaicheng's palm for a moment.

Thirteen swords!

Just saying this name can make countless self-proclaimed brave people tremble.

Tie Kaicheng's swordsmanship and martial arts are definitely not as good as Murong Qiudi and Xiahou Feishan, but compared to the two of them's swords, Tie Kaicheng, who has been passed down by Yan Shisan, is more calm.

The thirteen deadly swords in his hands are not as fast as Murong Qiudi, Xiahou Feishan's sharp and swift, and they are not as ingenious and subtle as the two of them, but every change in his swordsmanship seems to be calm and untraceable, as if this swordsmanship was given by heaven, but it was just performed by his hand.

Wang Dong had already retracted his gaze and sighed softly: "It's a pity! ”

Huang Rong looked at him in surprise: "What is a pity? ”

The king shook his head, and did not answer, but said, "Let's go!" ”

The fierce battle on the long street has not yet come to an end, it is still extremely exciting, and he can even sense that there are a few 'swords' lurking in several hidden corners of the street, each of which is extremely sharp and vicious, they are restrained in their breath, as long as they wait for Xie Xiaofeng's strength to subside and reveal their flaws, they will wait for the opportunity to kill and launch a killing blow towards Xie Xiaofeng.

They wanted to put Xie Xiaofeng to death so deliberately, they must have an unforgettable hatred, but Wang Dong had no interest in inquiring, and he was even more unwilling to meddle in things.

On the long street, Xie Xiaofeng was also sighing at this time, with an indescribable regret and regret: "It's a pity that there are only thirteen swords, if you can still use the fourteenth change, maybe it's ......." ”

Maybe something, only the people next to him can hear it, and Wang Dong and Huang Rong have already gone far away, all the way out of the city, Huang Rong followed behind him in silence, and did not ask where Wang Dong was going.

It wasn't until the two of them arrived at a choppy river that Huang Rong let out a long sigh: "What kind of swordsmanship did that young man use?" ”

Wang Dong stood on the river beach and looked around, saw a canopy tied to the shore, and walked over and said, "What does the girl think?" ”

Huang Rong sighed again and muttered like a dream: "I almost felt like I was dead just by looking at that sword light, I never thought that there was such a terrifying sword technique ...... in the world." (To be continued.) )