June 24 in the Year of the Tiger, avoid burial, and it is advisable to fast.

Fuyi Building.

Judy and the red ghost sat on the sofa in the box, their eyes focused on the weapon in Li Yan's hand in the audience.

Li Yan holds an eight-sided Han sword, one meter three long, three fingers wide, the blade is shining, the blood groove is dark, the bearing is strict, and the sword body is engraved with eight big characters of "Qi Shengwan Jing Huan Cheng Qu Long".

Zhang Mingyuan held the barricade, the rod was 90 centimeters long, and the smoke pot was more than four fingers wide. The ends are wrapped in pig iron, and in the middle are speckled wooden poles. The cigarette holder is beak-like and slightly curved.

"Ah Hong, where did you get this sword, can you rely on it?"

Judy was a little uneasy.

"Sister Angela, this is Tai Sui's private collection, I have seen a sharp weapon of blood, there is no problem."

The one-meter-three Han sword didn't sound very long, but when Li Yan held it in his hand, he could clearly see that it was much longer than the iron sword that ordinary people imagined. It is full of visual oppression.

Yu Shu sat in the crowd, with a black ponytail on his chest, listening to the exchange of heads and ears of the gamblers around him, and said to himself:

"Han Jian is fierce, the most energy-consuming, and he doesn't look like an idiot looking for death, could it be that I really lost my eyes?"

On the white marble ring, the two stood facing each other.

Zhang Mingyuan took a deep breath, the people in the Kowloon Walled City had never heard of the name of the thin tiger in the river, but he was like thunder.

The gap between the two of them had already been revealed by up to 81% of the ancient martial arts attainments in a glimpse, so Li Yan would be a little surprised when he heard that he took the initiative to ask for a duel with him in the ring.

But Zhang Mingyuan didn't think he would definitely lose.

The boy arched his hand. "Zhizimen, Zhang Mingyuan.".

Li Yan looked at the Han sword in his hand, raised his head when he heard the words, and said, "Hejian, Li Yan." ”

Zhang Mingyuan held the cigarette stick with one hand, his legs bent slightly, his footsteps burst out and rubbed against the floor with a snort, and his body was like an eagle falcon skimming the ground and rushing towards Li Yan.

Li Yan raised his hand upward, and the blade of the sword slashed towards Zhang Mingyuan's wrist. Zhang Mingyuan didn't dodge or dodge, the cigarette stick was buckled down, the cigarette holder hooked the blade of the Han sword, and the sword body was pushed to the side, and the person rushed forward like an arrow with a bow, and the blade on the cigarette pouch slashed at Li Yan's fingers holding the sword!

"Go!"

Zhang Mingyuan shouted angrily.

Li Yan didn't have time to retreat, so he immediately let go of the hilt of the sword, leaned back, twisted his toes, swirled his right leg, and kicked his heel towards Zhang Mingyuan's head.

"Not good!"

Judy was shocked to see Li Yan forced to abandon the Han Sword in one round, and her hands trembled, and she didn't realize that the wine had wet her clothes.

Zhang Mingyuan was overjoyed in his heart, leaned back and let Li Yan kick his right foot, and just waited for his foot to pass him, and then he stuck to his body, definitely not giving Li Yan any respite. And when he let go of Li Yan's right foot, a sword blade flashed in front of him. Wipe it on your neck!

What the!

Almost instinctively, Zhang Mingyuan relied on his amazing waist strength to make an iron bridge, and finally avoided the end of being picked on his throat, but from his neck to his chin, a long blood mark was drawn.

The gambler on Li Yan's side could see clearly, Li Yan let go of the hilt of the sword, flew around and spun around, but his left hand firmly caught the falling Han sword, and blocked it with his right leg, the Han sword drew a large semicircular arc and slashed down Zhang Mingyuan's neck.

Zhang Mingyuan could lean back to avoid Li Yan's right leg, but he couldn't avoid the eight-sided Han sword that was one meter three!

The Li family in the river, the spear and sword are unique, the sword fighting mother frame is twenty-four, and the moon is hidden!

"Wudang Sword?"

Yu Shu took a sip of the small wine urn and said with interest.

Zhang Mingyuan wiped a handful of blood stains that spread from his neck, and no longer rashly attacked, but slowly paced around Li Yan.

Li Yan was not in a hurry, he changed the eight-sided Han sword to his right hand, staring at Zhang Mingyuan's footsteps with a pair of eyes, blood stains slowly dripped down the sword body of the eight-sided Han sword, and after a while, the blade was as white as snow.

Li Yan's eyes lit up: "Good sword!" ”

As soon as his sword hit the ground, Zhang Mingyuan turned around and rushed towards him again! Li Yan gently kicked forward and shook his wrist, and the long sword swept towards Zhang Mingyuan's crotch from bottom to top.

Zhang Mingyuan was holding a cigarette stick, and the cigarette pouch was against Li Yan's sword blade from top to bottom, and the whole person rose in the air! The inch leg in the poke foot buckled to Li Yan's neck, this blow was wild, even Li Yan didn't expect to be hit by him!

Zhang Mingyuan, who locked Li Yan's neck with his feet, was in the air, twisted his waist, his legs were like a flash flood, and the cigarette holder of the barrier poked straight into Li Yan's eyes!

Suddenly, Zhang Mingyuan snorted, his legs fell to the ground as soon as he was weak, and he stood up with a roll, bleeding from his right ankle.

Li Yan flipped his wrist and withdrew the long sword, and this sharp murder weapon was commanded like an arm in his hand. Just now he was less than a foot away from his eyes, but he was not afraid, Li Yan looked at the pale young man, and said: "You are not my opponent, step down and admit defeat, otherwise life and death will matter." ”

Zhang Mingyuan gritted his teeth and stood up: "It's still a little close." ”

Li Yan's eyes narrowed, and he hooked his palm at Zhang Mingyuan.

Zhang Ming stood still, black ripples in his eyes.

"Flash, launch!"

"You've chosen to get a glimpse of your target."

"The target has been locked: Li Yan. This lock can be lifted at any time. ”

"Unfortunately, you don't know your opponent's weaknesses, and keeping your target in a state of surprise for a long time will increase your chances of gaining insight into their weaknesses."

You get the following information:

Name: Yan Li

Status: None

Talents: Ancient Martial Arts 81%/100%

Skill: None (Li Yan didn't buy a glimpse, He Andong spent Yan Fu points to use it directly.) ）

Threat Level: Deep red

Note: As a newcomer facing the Yan Fu incident for the first time, this man has not experienced the power of Yan Fu, and believe me, this is your only chance.

Li Yan flew over and rushed over, and the longer the stunned glance lasted, the more likely it was to discover the target's weakness. When Li Yan faced He Andong, he didn't find the so-called weakness, but he didn't want to try it himself.

Han Jian and the smoke pot slammed together, the black ripples in Zhang Mingyuan's eyes became more and more violent, and the blocking in his hand was like lightning, and at the same time, his right knee was raised, and the Tihuang leg in his foot kicked Li Yan's calf.

Li Yanhan's sword fell, forcing Zhang Mingyuan's leg back, and Zhang Mingyuan, who was in a state of shock, saw that Li Yan's new strength was not alive, and raised his hand to stop the bird's beak cigarette holder and poked Li Yan's neck!

That's it......

Li Yan sighed secretly in his heart, and at a glance, he had also used it, and he had his own understanding of this skill that was classified as ordinary quality.

If you are an ordinary person with no experience in technical combat, after using the Glimpse, you will feel that the opponent's movements are extremely slow, and you can see even the smallest details.

And people like Li Yan and Zhang Mingyuan, who are proficient in technical attacks, will speed up their reaction speed at a glance, so as to make a more calm response, and the effect is extraordinary, not to mention anything else, Zhang Mingyuan did not have such eyesight and reaction when facing Li Yan's sword before.