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The corner of Wang Mocheng's eyes jumped, he really had never seen such a way of fighting, not only did he put on a posture of exchanging his life for his life as soon as he came up, but more importantly, as a person with a sword, he actually abandoned the sword as soon as he fought it, how could there be such a swordsman in the world? But no matter what, the long sword that came from the sky was real, if Wang Mocheng didn't put away the sword and protect it, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die under this sword.

"Ding!"

Hearing only the sound of gold and iron fighting, Wang Mocheng's long knife was pulled back, and the blade broke the long sword far away, Wang Yan could no longer get the sword back, and Wang Yan really didn't think about taking the sword again. Through the previous battle, Wang Yan knew Wang Mocheng's strength very well, and knew that he could not compete with it at all with his beginner Yuan Ying swordsmanship and sword steps, and the only thing he could rely on was the blood sword fingers and the self-created gossip swimming step that the old man of the Sword Scripture Pavilion had pointed out, and he knew that he could only find a chance to win in front of Wang Mocheng by bullying himself into front of Wang Mocheng.

Therefore, Wang Yan took advantage of Wang Mocheng's knife when the whole person was facing forward, and in an instant, he was deceived into front of Wang Mocheng, and when Wang Mocheng had just collapsed the long sword, his right hand turned into a sword, and it was as fast as lightning towards the wrist of Wang Mocheng's sword-holding hand.

"Humph!"

Wang Mo Cheng snorted coldly when he saw it, then stepped back with his right foot, took half a step sideways, and with the momentum of turning his body, his left hand formed a fist and blasted straight towards Wang Yan's ribs. Wang Mocheng actually ignored Wang Yan's sword fingers, his move was to return the other way to the other, just now Wang Yan forced him to change his move with his life, he is now planning to exchange injuries for injuries, more importantly, Wang Yan pointed at his wrist, but he sideways Wang Yan's ribs, if it is really a hard fight, he is only a small injury on his hand, Wang Yan is likely to be hurt heart.

It's just that something that Wang Mocheng didn't expect happened, just as he punched, Wang Yan stepped on his feet, and his body moved to the right, as if sliding to the ground, and the sword fingers on his hand buckled downward, and before Wang Mocheng could react, the fingertips quickly touched Wang Mocheng's right crotch.

Silently, the urgency of this finger is also urgent, the strength is not great, and it seems to have no effect, but Wang Mocheng feels that the qi and blood in his body are slightly stagnant, and there is a trace of obscurity between the internal force operation.

"It turns out that your real kung fu is acupuncture fingering!"

Wang Mocheng's eyes froze, and he consciously figured out Wang Yan's martial arts, Wang Yanzi would not explain, the second and third forms of the blood sword finger have a doorway to intercept the pulse and hit the acupoints, and it is difficult for people who do not know the whole exercise to distinguish the true foundation of this set of fingering.

And Wang Yan's move just now is the change and usage of the third type of blood sword finger 'blood truncation flow', the fingering under such a change is more light and fast, although the strength is insufficient, but at the moment of hitting the target, it will spit out a trace of finger strength through the ** position, maybe the initial effect is not obvious, but if it is a continuous success, there is a possibility of closing the acupoint and sealing the vein.

Without waiting for Wang Mocheng's words to settle, Wang Yan stepped on his feet again, and between the changes in his body shape, he pointed out several times in succession, but Wang Mocheng was tired of coping with this kind of fingering, but in a dozen breaths, he was hit six or seven times, and the whole person couldn't help but get angry.

No wonder Wang Mocheng is like this, he himself uses a half-man-long horse chopping broadsword, and his knife skills are also wide open and closed, with his martial arts and blades, he is good at fighting in formation, but he is slightly weaker between the square inches of his body. And now that he was bullied by Wang Yan, his sword momentum could not be deployed, and the sword and finger of the sword changed rapidly, and it was not easy for him to force Wang Yan to open the distance and unfold the knife momentum, because his light skills were not as subtle as Wang Yan.

Under the two phases, Wang Yan used his own lightness and swiftness to avoid the head-on hard fight with Wang Mocheng, but this style of play was extremely restrained by a swordsman like Wang Mocheng.

Click.

After being pointed at the big arm of his right hand by Wang Yanyi again, Wang Mocheng was annoyed and ashamed, only to see that he stuck the horse cutting knife in his hand on the ground, and then there was a shock under his feet, and his hands turned into palm knives, which were actually opposite to Wang Yan's bare hands. Seeing this situation, Wang Yan couldn't help but have a sneer on his face, and in the next moment, his feet moved rapidly, and the sword finger came out again between the changes in his body shape, Wang Mocheng moved with it, his left palm returned to the front of the body, and his right palm slashed into the air to Wang Yan's right shoulder.

"Good time!"

Wang Yan shouted, and then saw his feet stop, his right arm shook, and the sword fingers he struck out rolled back like waves, while the sword fingers of his left hand struck straight towards Wang Mocheng's right palm like a long-dormant poisonous snake.

Click.

only heard a soft sound, but the fingertips of the sword fingers of Wang Yan's left hand were already very fast on Wang Mocheng's palm, and without waiting for the strength in his palm to erupt, the sword finger was withdrawn. Such a light finger in the face of Wang Mocheng's extremely powerful splitting palm should logically have little effect, but a strange scene happened, before Wang Yan's left hand was completely withdrawn, Wang Mocheng's entire right hand hung in the air as if it was frozen, and after an instant, his right hand fell involuntarily like a stone.

The reason why this situation occurs, since Wang Yan's previous repeated acupuncture points have played a role, each of his previous fingers is very particular, from beginning to end is playing a meridian, this meridian starts from the crotch ring jump acupoint, tail in the palm of the Zhongzhu acupoint, although not one of the twelve canons, but through half of the body, Wang Yan pointed to the acupuncture points on this meridian one by one, the whole meridian is closed acupoint sealing vein, in a short period of time half of the body will be like paralysis, even if the internal force is urged to rush the acupoint, it also takes more than a dozen breaths to recover, But where did these dozen breaths of time come from between life and death?

Syllable.

Wang Yan didn't give Wang Mocheng a moment of respite, and before his right hand completely drooped, the sword finger of his right hand that recoiled suddenly changed, and just when Wang Mocheng was surprised by his own change, Wang Yan's right hand sword finger was like a sky-high sword and hit Wang Mocheng's throat.

Kill!

If this move hits, Wang Mo Chengyan still has a life? After all, this person is a character who fought in the blood and fire, and at the moment of life and death, I saw his feet stepping, between his luck, his shoulders shrugged, his neck shrank, and then the whole person dragged half of his numb body to smash Wang Yan with a head hammer.

This trick of survival in death is wonderful, shrugging his shoulders and shrinking his neck to avoid the vital parts, so that Wang Yan will not be able to make a contribution, and the more important thing is that his head is straight down, and the momentum is extremely loud, if Wang Yan does not dodge, he is afraid that his sternum will be hammered down! This is really a matter of life and death, and Wang Mocheng never dreamed that Wang Yan would force him to this point.

At the last moment, Wang Yan was also ruthless, the two were too close to each other, and he couldn't dodge, so he saw that his feet shook with luck, and his two-handed sword pointed at the recycle, and before Wang Mocheng's head hammer completely fell, his two-handed sword fingers were united, and he pointed out towards Wang Mocheng's head mallet.

'Smack! ’

A crunch! Wang Yan's sword fingers were a line faster after all, and the sword fingers of both hands were pointed at the center of Wang Mocheng's eyebrows, and the fingers surged in an instant, and the sound of broken bones came out. It's just that the power of Wang Mocheng's head hammer is too strong, and the back of his eyebrows and center fingers is castrated, and after hitting Wang Yan's sword fingers, he falls straight down, and before Wang Yan dodges, the fierce head hammer smashes heavily into the middle of Wang Yan's chest.