If you want to talk about the cognition of Lao Wang's swordsmanship, it can undoubtedly be described in a few words.

Beauty.

Elegance.

Flowing water.

The clouds are light and the wind is light.

This is the feeling he gives people when his swordsmanship is displayed, not only his own people will feel like this, even if it is the enemy, so his swordsmanship is not only powerful, but also quite deceptive, such an effect, just like many people will use weapons that can make sounds, and it has a strong effect of confusing the enemy.

It's just that those who use weapons with sound, or use all kinds of bells and whistles, are themselves for this purpose, and Lao Wang's swordsmanship is only because of his elegant nature, and with his character and background, he simply disdains to use that kind of inferior means of confusing the enemy.

However, at this moment, in the face of the pseudo-legendary Babalov, Lao Wang's swordsmanship has become different.

That clear spring flowed, Langdon's gaze fell on it, and he felt that there was a strong stickiness in it, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

At the same time, it is no longer as simple as looking beautiful, and the sensory feeling given to people by a sword is completely extended to the five senses.

There is a clear spring flowing in the eyes.

There is a lingering fragrance of tea on the tip of the nose.

There were also bursts of music in my ears, as if there was a peerless singer singing softly in my ears.

The body is warm, refreshing, and it seems that something is gently sending warmth to the side.

And all these feelings are fed back to the brain, and a complete picture is naturally formed in the brain.

It was a quiet pavilion, and an elegant figure stood tall and looked at the first snow flying outside the pavilion, and behind him, a beautiful woman, Yingying, sat quietly, and in front of her was a small stove, on which was a small pot, and the water in the pot was boiling, and through the spout there was white steam.

The woman covered her mouth and exhaled softly, her demeanor was innocent and exquisite, she picked up the small pot, and slowly poured the water into the two tea cups on the small table beside her, and immediately two more puffs of steam rushed up from the tea cups, accompanied by the faint fragrance of tea.

The man smiled, turned and sat across from the woman, each holding a lamp, motioning to each other and drinking the tea.

The tea is over, the head is lowered, the look at each other again, the smile knowingly, everything is in plain sight.

The two intersected, like gentlemen, as light as water.

It is like a husband and wife, respecting each other like a guest.

Looking at the sword, thinking about that scene, Langdon couldn't help but be stupid, until a voice sounded in his ears.

"Green ant freshly brewed wine. ”

"Little red clay stove. ”

Langdon turned his head in surprise, only to see that several people around him were the same as him, looking at the sword, their faces were stupid, even Lu Zijing and Zhu Lingqi, who had chanted those two lines of poetry, were the same, those two lines of poetry were completely subconsciously blurted out, and they themselves didn't even feel the slightest.

The image lingered in his mind for a long time, and those two lines of poetry sounded repeatedly in his ears, and Langdon's heart couldn't help but give birth to a strange feeling.

A touch of sadness, a touch of sorrow, a touch of joy, a touch of love......

Everything came together and eventually became two words.

Acacia.

The most willing to forget the poetry of the ancients, the most disdainful is lovesickness.

What does it look like when lovesickness reaches its extreme?

Let's look at the king's legacy!

Babalov is not only extraordinary in strength, but also in physique, and even his agility has reached the peak of gold for a long time, and he is not far from breaking through.

His punch blasted out, the speed was amazing, his eyesight was a little worse, and he could only see half of the afterimage, and the terrifying power made his punch full of terrifying power, not only shattering the air, but even the space was pulled by him into weird ripples, as if it was about to be torn apart at any time!

The power of this punch is no longer limited to the huge fist covered with black hair, but out of the fist, showing a fan shape to blast forward, if this punch is allowed to fully become a momentum, the range covered by the power of the fist will completely envelop Langdon's 800 troops!

The power is so dispersed, it will inevitably be weakened, however, with Babalov's terrifying extraordinary strength, even if the strength is weakened, it is still not something that Langdon's troops can bear, if this punch is really formed, the people who can survive on Langdon's side can only be counted on their hands, and besides, not including Langdon!

The power rises from the inside of the body, enters the fist through the body, first infinitely condensed, and then bursts out, from the point to the surface, getting stronger and stronger!

The next moment, the power has reached its limit and is about to burst out!

However......

Burst!

This is not a voice, in fact, at this moment, nothing is made!

The fist stopped, the power stopped, everything that should have happened didn't happen, and the reason for all this was in that sword!

On Barbalov's stopped fist, a clear spring flowed!

Yes, Lao Wang only relied on a sword to block this terrifying punch!

No, not only did it block that punch, but it also directly pierced the power of the fist and the realm formed by that power!

That realm was invisible and no one could see it, however, at the moment when it was pierced, almost everyone who watched this scene seemed to have a voice ringing in their ears, that was it...... Burst!

At this moment, the old king, the attributes have not changed, the exercises have not changed, and nothing seems to have changed, however, it is such an old king, but he has wielded such a sword that easily breaks the transcendental, only to respond to the change of mentality and the breaking of the bottleneck.

The world is still that world, and the world is no longer that world.

Lao Wang is still the same old king, Lao Wang, and he is no longer the same old king.

The expected scene of the total destruction of the enemy with one punch did not appear, and the enemy actually blocked his fist so easily, which made Babalov stunned, but what was even more stunned was actually Nolan, who had been in Yuanwang Town for so long, how could he not know the strength of Langdon's subordinates, how could he not believe that Lao Wang, who did not have any bonus, could block the punch of the pseudo-legendary demon opposite, however, all this is true!

"No wonder, don't run away, this, the strong...... Still, die!" Babalov said the longest sentence he had ever said since he appeared, and the next moment, he quickly retreated, and then rushed forward again, and the punch blocked by Lao Wang's sword blasted out again!

This time, the power is completely condensed, because his target is no longer everyone, but Lao Wang!

"Heh......"

A chuckle, followed by a soft moan.

"Thirty years of drunken rivers and lakes, I have to write a sword to solve the red dust. ”

The next moment, the clear spring reappeared.

But this time, the spring is different again, it has become a stream, it has become a river, it has become a sea, it has become an ocean!

The fist is still in mid-air, the ocean has been covered, and there is no one to live under the rolling torrent, even if it is a pseudo-legend!

When the ocean passed, Babarov's whole body froze suddenly, and then I saw a faint crack appear from his waist, and his upper body slowly slid down the crack!

A pseudo-legendary archdemon, Barbalov, one of the three major legions of the tyrant Sauron, died with a single blow.

A generation of wicked kings is left behind.

A sword, breaking the realm.

A sword, Grandmaster!

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borrowed two poems, the starry sky especially likes the second one, the most willing to forget the poems of the ancients, the most disdainful is acacia, from the great poet Wang Wei's masterpiece "Acacia", and a song of the same name, from the singer Sanbao, is also very good, it is recommended to listen.