Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Right Hand Wears a Sleeve into the Sword of Destruction (Monthly Pass Plus Change, Double Monthly Pass, Continue to Ask for Monthly Pass)

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans had already flowed from Jing Wusheng's forehead.

Beads of sweat even trickled down his eyes.

It is an astringent and painful sensation.

A person in such a cold and snowy place, still sweating, must be a cold sweat.

The four green tendons on both sides of his forehead also swelled with anger, beating violently like a drumbeat.

Jing Wuming can make a sword at any time, and once he comes out of the sword, it must be a sword that breaks the earth.

However, he did not dare.

Because of Suliu.

Xiao Feiyu, the girl looked at Su Liu's sword, the more she looked at it, the more she loved it, she was so lovely, she had a low and soft and stupid attitude, she was not exposed in front of people, but only fell in the eyes of one person.

Shangguan Xiaoxian.

Shangguan Xiaoxian has a keen sense of spirit, and can naturally notice all women who have different thoughts about her son, only glanced at her faintly, and then shifted his gaze back to Jing Wusheng's body.

She wasn't worried about Su Liu, Su Liu had no reason to lose at all, she just wanted to see Jing Wusheng's true level.

Jing Wuming is not only special to Lu Xiaojia, but also a special person to Shangguan Xiaoxian.

When Lin Xian'er was dying, she arranged the aftermath and left Shangguan Xiaoxian with two decks of heavenly cards, one was the martial arts mythical flying swordsman, and the other was Shangguan Jinhong's old subordinate Jing Wusheng.

Although I don't know how Jing Wuxian is connected to the Imperial State, but if Shangguan Xiaoxian is only connected with Jing Wuming, it must be connected with the Demon Sect.

Su Liu's body method was unfolded, and the Songyang iron sword and the ground were obliquely at an angle. Flipping his wrist and holding the sword, there were several feet of sword light on the blade of the Songyang iron sword.

This sword glows with purple flames, and it touches the ice and snow slightly. Then the snow and ice on the ground melted completely.

Before this sword momentum developed, it had already firmly locked Jing Wusheng from countless angles, no matter how Jing Wusheng changed his body technique, he would incur a violent blow like a storm.

Jing Wusheng was sweating, but he didn't have time to wipe it, his toes were dotted with snow, and he quietly transferred the life-killing sword in his hand from his left hand to his right hand.

The left-handed sword becomes the right-handed sword.

Everything that happens between the two. No matter how big or small, all of them can't escape Su Liu's spiritual sense, Su Liu smiled coldly: "Even the right-handed sword is going to come out?" ”

A light word. But it is Jing Wuming's biggest secret, and it is also his hole card.

Jing Wuming is left-handed.

A very famous and mysterious left-handed swordsman, no one has ever known superfluous information about him, and there are already legends about him in the rivers and lakes.

So his opponents. He will definitely stare at his left-handed sword path. and ignoring his hidden right hand.

Absolutely no one would have thought that a left-handed person would be able to train his right hand more terrifyingly than his left, which is already a terrible thing in itself.

At this time, this city was so deep that it was terrifying, and Jing Wuming seemed to have encountered something even more terrifying.

He had simulated the scene of the sword countless times in his heart, and found that he couldn't block the sword in his left and left hand, and he still couldn't block the sword in front of him when he switched to the sword in his right hand.

This sword was plain and bland, pointing directly at the Songyang Iron Sword that came from the throat.

The Songyang Iron Sword is in Guo Ding's hands. With the footwork and mental method of the Guo family, at most he is just a first-class potential rookie. It is not enough to be called Jing Wusheng, who has been through the storm for decades, moved.

The Songyang iron sword in Su Liu's hand is different, very different.

Only one sword.

Jing Wusheng even felt that his breathing was already difficult, the Songyang Iron Sword was like the thunder light falling from the Heavenly Dome Thunder God, full of the meaning of judgment, no matter how weird and fast his left and right hands were wearing sleeves into the Sword of Extermination, it was like ice and snow melting, and he couldn't resist this sword at all.

"Childe's sword is an invincible sword, and the master is defeated."

Seeing the halfway way, Lu Xiaojia had already sighed faintly, he and Jing Wuming had the reality of master and apprentice, and he also took the same path with a sword, and he had always regarded Jing Wuming as his leader, and in recent years, there have been signs that the blue is better than the blue, but he has repeatedly put himself in his shoes, and he can't crack Su Liu's sword.

Jing Wuming really couldn't break this sword.

Laugh at!

He crossed his sword in his right hand, and the speed of the sword was at least thirty percent faster than usual, but at this moment, although the sword moved, at least hundreds of swords were stabbed, and countless sword qi burst out, like a sharp star shuttling through the sky.

However, it still can't be stopped.

The three knife marks on Jing Wuming's face seemed to be congested, dancing hideously, his teeth moved, and his cheeks were as cold as iron, he was indifferent and silent by nature, although he had never communicated with Su Liu, he also knew that this sword had the ability to kill him.

The crowd quietly waited for the result.

But I saw that this majestic sword power was interrupted by a sudden sword qi, and the place where it was sent out seemed to be on the edge of the cliff, and the void sword qi was carried by ice and snow condensation, which happened to give Jing Wuxing a chance to breathe.

When the sword qi was about to be interrupted, the sword light at the tip of the Songyang Iron Sword was frantically spitting, blazing violently, directly melting the ice and snow sword qi.

Still stopped three inches in front of Jing Wusheng's forehead, the sword light converged, but there was still residual sword qi piercing Jing Wusheng's skin.

"Good!"

Jing Wuming almost suffered the opportunity of life and death, but he was not afraid, and sighed calmly: "The leader of the Blue Dragon Society, the martial arts, the sword, the fist, the feet, and the palms are all fine, today I saw the swordsmanship, and it is difficult to kill the heart, I only ask Gongzi one question." ”

"If you say such a thing, where will you put your apprentice?" Su Liu said lightly.

Jing Wuming, a great master who became famous more than ten years ago, said such things in front of Su Liu, and begged for advice, almost without even wanting his own face.

"Lu Xiaojia has not been my disciple since his debut, he is himself, he joined the Blue Dragon Society, and it has nothing to do with me, so I don't have the opportunity to face him with two swords. I'm just going to ask Childe one question, Childe and the Flying Swordsman had a battle, I just want to ask, how does my swordsmanship compare to the Flying Swordsman? "Jing Wuxian said.

is as indifferent as him by nature, and Lu Xiaojia is obviously not surprised when he says this to him.

"You're not as good as a flying swordsman."

Su Liu's words, the same sincerity, Jing Wuming has been improving his skills for more than ten years, and his skills should not be underestimated, but kendo is not just a killing intention, a foot of killing intent, specializing in sword skills is considered a success, and the sword cultivation is a way, the more later, the more he tends to hold the yuan and keep the trick, the divine will is compatible, and the pure killing intent is not as good as the pure spirit and god of the sword after all, this statement is extremely shocking, Jing Wuming was stunned when he heard it

He has always regarded the flying swordsman as his fateful enemy, and obviously can't accept Su Liu's statement, but he knows that what Su Liu said is absolutely well-founded, and it can't be untargeted.

The flying swordsman's kendo talent is indeed above Jing Wusheng. (To be continued.) )