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Don't use "Xuanyin ** Smoke", don't use "Heavy Rain Pear Flower Needle", or even "Yin Wind Three Lives Sword", Zhu Biao just wants to rely on the real kung fu of "One Word Sword Technique" and "Vertical and Horizontal Swordsmanship" to measure his true ability. (The first text is published in the reading room biquge.info)

Since he was promoted to the second-rate level, except for Qiu Yibei's battle, the rest of the scenes have not been able to get off the scene, but the gap between the second-rate master and Qiu Yibei's famous master is too big, and there is no comparison at all.

That's why he made such a 'reckless' decision today - an official invitation to fight.

Because Lian Fangcheng is the kind of level that is a first-class master but does not rise to the top, it is very suitable for the current Zhu Biao to make a comparison.

Lian Fangcheng didn't take Zhu Biao in his eyes, although he was surprised by Zhu Biao's rapid progress in becoming a second-rate master, you must know that Zhu Biao was still spinning below the third-rate level a month before last year, and this was more than half a year......

However, he had already been promoted to the top class the year before last, and he was qualified to remain proud.

The blade of the sword is unsheathed, and the invincible state of the blocker is undoubtedly revealed. Lian Fangcheng had a strong confidence that he could quickly slash Zhu Biao under the sword.

In the face of a first-class master, Zhu Biao didn't dare to be negligent, and with the footwork of the forward step, the long sword in his hand shot towards Lian Fangcheng, who was rushing in mid-air.

'A sword is vertical and horizontal', and the same sword intent across the four seas is born leisurely.

However, it offset the consciousness pressure brought by Lian Fangcheng's sword stab.

Lian Fangcheng sighed slightly in his heart, with Zhu Biao's current strength, it was quite good to be able to do this. A ball of swords suddenly erupted in front of him, and even Fang Cheng had already shaken his wrist before the two swords collided.

Zhu Biao had never seen such a fast sword, and as soon as he saw the other party's hand move, the dazzling sword light filled his eyes, like a silver flower, slashing towards him.

Lian Fangcheng didn't have the slightest intention of suspending, it was completely a hard-hitting and crushing style of play.

In the rush of thoughts, Zhu Biao understood that the other party was not only fast with a sword, but also powerful and mysterious with a sword power.

Lian Fangcheng compared himself to himself, whether it was internal strength or moves, in that aspect, he had an absolute advantage. Compared with Sun Tianfeng he had encountered in the past, it was much, much higher.

Don't dare to come hard, Zhu Biao swept out with a sword.

"Dang!"

The first impact on both sides. I only felt that the strong internal force on the opponent's sword was endless, like a big river rolling and rushing, Zhu Biao tried his best, took three steps back, printed three inch-deep footprints of three knives and axes on the ground, and moved out horizontally, only to barely dissolve the power of the sword that Lian Fangcheng was holding on to his chest.

That's really - heavy as a mountain, rushing like a sea, and Zhu Biao's arms are numb.

A flash of contempt flashed in Lian Fangcheng's eyes, and a mere second-rate figure came to fight with him - he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Zhu Biao's right hand was still sore, knowing that the other party's skills were far superior to his own, and he was really not an opponent in terms of ability. But this also made his fighting spirit more uplifted, and his fighting spirit surged.

"You eat my sword too—"

'Conquer the world', Zhu Biao took a deep breath, stepped on the meteor, and killed with a sword.

Gods and demons can't stop me! A sword was generated, and the attached vertical and horizontal sword intent pressed straight towards Lianfang City.

In Zhaofeng County, with this sword, the bandit leader whose martial arts reached the third-rate level was captured. This is the first time in 'history' that Zhu Biao does not rely on "Yin Wind Three Lives Sword" to face the enemy (above the third-rate level), but to defeat the enemy with one sword.

The edge of the long sword was about to hit Lianfang City, only an inch away.

Zhu Biao didn't think that his sword could do anything, after all, he was a whole level away from Lian Fang City. But now, seeing that the tip of the sword was about to stab Lian Fang Cheng, he couldn't help but feel a burst of longing in his heart, and his eyes couldn't help but burst with excitement.

Maybe Lian Fangcheng really can't stop it, and he is really intimidated by his own sword!

"Bell—"

Zhu Biao thought too well. Just as those thoughts were turning in his mind, Lian Fangcheng's long sword slashed three inches below the tip of Zhu Biao's sword. The Qingfeng long sword seemed to teleport, and when it appeared in Zhu Biao's eyes, he didn't have time to react at all.

A flying snake was nailed to death seven inches, although it was close to the end of the world.

Zhu Biao's right arm in charge of the sword was like a thunderbolt, and his toes fell to the ground again and again, and he jumped backwards.

"Want to retreat? Late ......"

Lian Fangcheng's cold voice sounded in Zhu Biao's ears, and the next moment the sword pierced the pupils of his eyes, and the long sword swung down as fast as a meteor.

Helpless, a sense of frustration arose in Zhu Biao's heart. It's really helpless to face a character who is above himself in everything.

I had to put the sword in front of me. This is a last resort.

"Bell—"

In the long sound of gold and iron, Lian Fangcheng looked calm, but the long sword in Zhu Biao's hand almost flew away. With the last bit of strength to grasp the hilt of the sword, his face changed constantly.

Is I really weak, or is my style of play really too unsuitable for the enemy to be strong and weak? Only then did he take the three swords with a hard bridge, and his sword was about to fly.

Lian Fangcheng's cold voice continued to sound, "Fifth sword! ”

With a bang, the long sword slashed towards Zhu Biao.

Zhu Biao was definitely on guard, but even Fang Cheng's sword still made him feel like he couldn't move Liang.

This sword is not fast, slow is not slow, and the naked eye can clearly see the trajectory of the sword. But there is a feeling that Zhu Biao - this sword is full of strength even Fang Cheng.

This is a very strange feeling, a bit of a strong sense of contrast, which makes Zhu Biao feel quite uncomfortable. What surprised him even more was this strange sword, and its unfast speed made him feel uncertain. The strange landing point of the tip of the sword is accompanied by an unpredictable hesitation.

A powerful and difficult mood is in the heart.

Straight, deep frustration rose in Zhu Biao's heart.

- My strength is still too bad.

But fortunately, Zhu Biao has always been steadfast, and even in such disadvantages, he can quickly clean up his mood and return to calm.

Surprise is surprise, but the sword can't help but block.

Defeat is defeat, but it does not mean that you have to give your life to the other party, and you can't resist the other party.

Instinct told Zhu Biao that if he retreated at this time, Lian Fangcheng's sword moves would surely attack him like a flood without embankment, until he was defeated and injured (killed).

So there was no other choice, Zhu Biao sat on the horse with his waist down, and the hilt of the sword in his right hand shrank back slightly by two inches, and "Yin Wind Three Lives Sword" came out leisurely.

The blade of the sword skyrocketed in an instant, directly taking Lian Fangcheng's chest.

Judging from the eyes, "Yin Wind Three Lives Sword" is definitely a lot faster than Lian Fangcheng's sword. Unless Lian Fangcheng's sword accelerated, or changed his move to block the emperor, when Zhu Biao's long sword pierced Lian Fangcheng's chest, Lian Fangcheng's sword should be at least half a foot away from Zhu Biao's face.

Lian Fangcheng was cold and calm, ignoring the danger, he just snorted, his wrist fell, and the unfast and slow sword actually found the tip of the sword stabbed by Zhu Biao with great accuracy, just like Zhu Biao was actively cooperating with him and calculating the time to send it to the door to cut it for him.

Zhu Biao's eyebrows furrowed, but he did not change his castration, and the long sword continued to stab down.

"Bell Bell Bell ......"

Three rings, as bright as a bell.

"Click......" Zhu Biao retreated again and again, and the right-hand long sword that flew out of his hand broke into three pieces in mid-air and scattered down.

The surging true qi and Lian Fangcheng's hardness that did not dodge or dodge came three times, Zhu Biao's chest was like a sledgehammer blow, and a breath of internal qi disappeared in the retreat, and the blood in his abdomen could no longer be strained, and he opened his mouth to spew out a blood mist.

Even Fang Cheng was uncomfortable, and he took eight steps back before stopping. But his long sword didn't fly, he didn't vomit blood in his mouth, and his vitality was not hurt.

Seeing Zhu Biao's tragic appearance, he laughed, the sword momentum was even stronger, and shouted: "Sixth sword!" "The body is advancing rapidly, and it is the "Moyun Golden Wing Gong" that is running, when a sword is squeezed towards Zhu Biao's chest-

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