In the ring, the swordsmanship in Yuan Ci's hand was ruthless and decisive, a sword was faster than a sword, and a sword was stronger than a sword. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He seemed to be tireless, his face was as expressionless as ever, his breath was calm, and his eyes were cold.

He only has six swords, so he only has these six swords in his hand.

So far, he has never hurt Zhang Yang.

He didn't care about this, he just single-mindedly used the Thirteen Deadly Swords, and he realized.

No one knew better than him that the seventh sword was already faintly exposed.

Soon!

Soon!

Soon!

The edge on Yuan Ci's body is getting stronger and stronger, his eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and the swordsmanship in his hand is getting faster and faster.

The seventh sword is also getting closer and closer......

No one has a deeper sense of the change with Yuan Ci than the publicity at this time.

At the beginning, the life and death talisman that shot out of his hand could also resist the opponent's sword technique.

But now, he's getting more and more struggling.

He could only watch as Yuan Ci used him to test the sword, but he couldn't do anything.

Even, he didn't even have the slightest possibility of getting out.

Because the sword in Yuan Ci's hand was too fast, so fast that if he didn't take the move, he would be killed by the other party with a sword in an instant.

He suddenly regretted it.

He should have relied on Ling Bo to get out as soon as possible in the first place.

That way, you won't fall into such a dangerous situation as now, you can't go and you can't go, and you can't fight and you can't fight.

Under the ring, the more the peerless heirs looked at it, the more frightened they became, while the other ninety-nine people looked at it with a blank face.

At the end, the people in the pavilion had different expressions.

There are solemn, there are sighs, there are shaking heads, and there are silent......

At the dinner table, He Shan suddenly sighed: "Sure enough, it is worthy of the Thirteen Swords, and it is indeed worthy of the Yuan Thirteen."

The look on Xinghuan's face was as indifferent as usual.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was not on him, he opened his mouth to suck the wine into his mouth and said, "What do you see?"

The repeated extraction of his own spirit made him feel a little tired, so he didn't bother to hold the wine glass again.

He Shan retracted his gaze and said with a smile: "Yuan Thirteen is gathering momentum, and he plans to take advantage of the momentum to launch the seventh sword."

The Qingcheng faction is proficient in swordsmanship, and his mastery is also swordsmanship, so he is no stranger to swordsmanship, and he can naturally see one or two.

Xinghuan poured another glass of wine and opened his mouth to suck.

He Shan was stunned, and looked directly at Xinghuan, who sucked the wine in the cup into his mouth, thinking that he was dazzled, but he still didn't believe it, and said, "You...... This ......"

Xinghuan continued to pour the wine, and said casually: "Oh, this, the dragon capture skill of the beggar gang."

He Shan opened his mouth, speechless.

Absorbing things from the air, ordinary people can't do it without decades of internal force.

Even if it can be done, it is not very powerful.

As for being in control like Xinghuan, it's even more difficult.

The beggar gang captures the dragon gong, he has only heard of it, and this is the first time he has seen the effect and power of this exercise.

He suddenly felt depressed.

It's just a matter of knowing Xiao Li Fei, Xinghuan will even help beggars to learn dragon skills.

This is a peerless study that can stand side by side with the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending......

After a moment of silence, He Shan asked, "What did the Beggar Gang elder get?"

Xinghuan nodded.

He Shan thought for a moment and said, "He's really unlucky."

Xinghuan inhaled another glass of wine, remembered Xiao Budian, and couldn't help laughing: "Indeed."

He Shan was very curious and said, "You have practiced two kinds of peerless learning?"

Ordinary people can practice enough to learn a mastery, and any more will only take more time and energy.

If you practice well, if you can't get results, you will only gain more than you lose.

Now the heirs of the peerless schools in the rivers and lakes are chasing after me, and no one wants to fall behind with others.

If you fall behind, you will be beaten.

As for He Shan's thoughts, Xinghuan can guess somewhat.

However, he can ignore bottlenecks, so he doesn't really care about it.

Smiling, he said, "It's always right to learn more."

He Shan thought of Xinghuan's Xiao Li Flying Knife, and then thought of the time, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

He seems to be a bit of a philistine.

Quietly, He Shan glanced at the old man of the beggar gang who was still drinking leisurely on the pavilion.

Coincidentally, the other party also looked over.

The two smiled amicably, and the old man turned his face away and continued to look at the two people fighting in the ring.

He Shan smiled and said, "That old man seems to have found out."

Xinghuan didn't care, and said, "Sooner or later."

He Shan really couldn't understand it this time, and said, "You're not worried?"

Xinghuan said: "It's too tiring to think so much, it's good to be simple."

He Shan pondered for a moment and said, "Your ideological consciousness is higher than mine."

Xinghuan smiled and said, "There is one thing that I am not as good as you."

He Shan said: "What is it?"

Xinghuan said: "Courage."

He Shan shook his head and said, "I think you have more courage than me, because you dare to kill anyone."

Xinghuan glanced at He Shan and said, "I'm talking about the courage to face love, you dare to love and hate more than me."

Moreover, if someone endangers your master, you must dare to kill anyone. ”

He Shan didn't deny it, but was very interested, and said, "So, you killed those people because of women?"

Xinghuan said: "This is not true."

He Shan asked, "What is that for?"

Xinghuan thought for a while and said, "It seems that there is no reason, if you want to kill, you can kill it."

He Shan was speechless.

Suddenly, something seemed to be around me.

The white clouds that seemed to be touched by raising your hand overhead rolled and surged even more intensely.

The autumn wind was sudden, and the sharp chirping of eagles suddenly sounded.

In the ring, the two figures separated at some point, facing each other from a distance.

Zhang Yang's clothes were a little messy, his body was slightly undulating, he was constantly panting, and his expression was very dignified.

His right hand was completely enveloped in mist, and the mist was so hazy that it was hard to see.

Inside, there seems to be something pregnant......

Yuan Ci didn't seem to have changed in the slightest, and even the black clothes were as neat as before.

If there is one change, it is that the whole person feels different.

It seems that there is no longer a person, but a sword.

A sharp sword!

In a trance, the sword came out, the sword groaned, and the wind and clouds changed abruptly.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth, his right hand was raised, and a crystal clear life and death talisman greeted him.

At this moment, everyone's attention was more focused than ever.

Time seems to have slowed down.

The Talisman of Life and Death collided with the tip of the sword, then shattered and turned into ice slag.

In the sunlight, the ice slag glows with brilliant colors.

Sometimes, beauty is always short-lived.

The more beautiful something is, the shorter it will be.

The ice slag fell, and before they could hit the ground, the mist regained and gradually dissipated in this heaven and earth.

The sword passed, silently.

Zhang Yang still stood in place, gasping.

His heart was beating faster than ever.

He could clearly feel the rapid rhythm and hear the sound of the drums.

He didn't die, he escaped.

The life and death talisman that overdrew his body and condensed with all his strength successfully blocked Yuan Ci's sword.

Although it only stopped for less than a breath.

But that's enough.

Behind him, Yuan Ci put away his sword and slowly left.

It didn't come without a price to push the seventh sword.

He was also injured, and more seriously than Zhang Yang, but no one could see it.

Outside the ring, everyone came back to their senses one after another, and their hearts were still shaking.

Yuan Ci did not go to Zhao Tianyu's table, but came to Xinghuan's table and sat down, closing his eyes and saying nothing.

He Shan doesn't know why.

Xinghuan was thoughtful.