Yun Wuya's Dugu swordsmanship has no moves and no style, so there are no routines, and there is no running track and line. Therefore, the opponent's sword momentum is not a huge threat to him at all.

The speed of the opponent's sword is enough to make him proud, and when it is fast to the limit, it is already difficult to distinguish between human swords. All that can be seen is a blurry image that flickers and disappears.

What shocked the thin old man was that his sword was less than a foot away from the other party, and the sword light that spewed out could almost touch the opponent's skin, and he saw that Yun Wuya, who had been empty-handed, suddenly had a sword in his hand at some point: it was very narrow, only two fingers wide at most, very thin, like cicada wings. No one could see how his sword was unsheathed, as if it had been holding it all along.

The other party's shining sword blade was less than a foot away from his chest, and Yun Wuya's face was still indifferent. Draw your sword in an instant, attack, all in one go, and the last strike will come first.

A dazzling cold star suddenly magnified rapidly in front of the thin man's eyes without warning, and the sudden shock made his heart shocked, and his whole body suddenly felt a creep. His intuition told him that if he didn't immediately withdraw his sword at this time, he wouldn't wait for the sword in his hand to hurt the other party, and he would have been pierced by the opponent's long sword.

There was no extra time to make more judgments, and he made a quick decision and suddenly withdrew his sword and retreated, which was able to avoid the doom of a sword piercing his heart. Although Yun Wuya was already in the lead at this time, he did not take advantage of the situation to launch a rapid attack. The sword in his hand was already unsheathed, and he looked at each other quietly.

After the thin old man got out, he quickly widened the distance between himself and the other party. His face was slightly pale, his forehead was slightly stained with sweat, and his eyes were full of horror.

"Although your sword is almost fast, it lacks some subtle changes, otherwise I am afraid that I would have been lying down at this moment. Yun Wuya commented lightly on his suitable sword.

"Hehe! You've got a good grasp of the timing. It subverted my previous perception and gave me a deeper understanding of kendo. Next, I will do my best to learn and give it my all. The thin old man tightened the sword in his hand, quickly recondensed the Xuanyuan force, and was ready to strike the sword again, but it was only a tentative attack.

Yun Wuya didn't think of taking the initiative to attack, Dugu and a sword, usually with static braking, the last strike comes first, no matter how many swords you have, I will break them with one sword.

Of course, once he strikes first, his swordsmanship and afterimage body technique, the other party is afraid that he will not even be able to catch a move. Once he has restrained his murderous intent, he will let the other party show his most exquisite mastery, so that he can lose convincingly.

The thin old man took a deep breath, climbed his momentum to the peak again, and with a flick of his wrist, he drew his sword again. This sword seems to be different from the previous one, it seems to be very slow, but in fact it is better than the previous one. The human sword is one, and only a trace of cold light can be seen visually. In an instant, a flash of light had reached the opponent's chest like lightning, and this time it was closer than the last time, only three inches away.

Hearing another soft sound, Yun Wuya's sword was unsheathed again, and a cold star appeared in front of the thin old man's eyes again, faster than his sword.

The thin old man seemed to have been prepared, and he did not immediately withdraw his sword and retreat, the blade of the sword in his hand trembled, and suddenly burst out of hundreds of sword lights, each sword light contained a powerful Xuanyuan force, not a false move, and the sharp edge of the Dao can kill people.

In everyone's sight, there seemed to be hundreds of sword-wielding hands dancing at the same time, that was because the speed of the sword was so fast, so fast that it was impossible to distinguish the order before and after, and there was a time to stab out.

Is it soon? Yun Wuya's sword seemed to be faster, at least twice as fast as the opponent's sword, and countless cold stars were born in the void in an instant, each cold star emitted a cold killing intent and met the opponent's hundred sword lights first.

Qiang Qiang Qiang

Hundreds of sharp and piercing crashes came from the air, and from time to time there was a series of explosions and roars of Xuanyuan Force collisions.

In the blink of an eye, the sword light in the sky, and the cold star shattered and collapsed at the same time, leaving only a trace of fine light flying straight towards the throat of the thin old man.

Retreat, only retreat, and fly back again in a hurry!

That glimmer of light was like a ghost seeking its life, always keeping a distance of one foot, chasing after it. The thin old man wanted to pull up from the air several times and get rid of this terrible essence of chasing souls and asking for his life, but this essence light seemed to be thoughtful, and he didn't have a chance at all. There is only one option, and the only one that can escape: lying on the spot, and then performing the stunt of rolling with the ox, it is better than having your throat cut and blood splattered on the spot.

The so-called dignity, honor, and face, all seem insignificant at this moment, and life is gone, what is the use of those things. After all, the master is different, he is decisive in killing, and he resolutely rolls on the spot, without even frowning.

Witnessing this scene, a group of elite masters in the city gasped almost at the same time, and lowered their heads in unison. I was thinking, what would I do if I changed to myself?

The target of the attack suddenly vanished, and with it the light of disillusionment. When the thin old man hit the ground, a carp stiffened, turned over and jumped up. Covered in dust and dust, although he looked extremely embarrassed, he narrowly escaped a sword through his throat.

Yun Wuya still stood with his hands in his hands, looking at each other quietly, there was no sarcasm, contempt and ridicule in his eyes, in his cognition, there was no essential difference between escaping into the void and rolling on the spot, as long as he could avoid the catastrophe, it was a good move. As for what kind of posture appears, it doesn't matter at all, is it so ridiculous?

The emaciated old man's expression seemed to be without sadness or resentment, but it seemed more and more calm, dusting off the dust on his body, and the battle intent in his eyes was stronger; "Your sword is indeed fast, at least twice as fast as mine." But my kendo doesn't stop there. ”

"Oh! I didn't expect your kendo attainments to be so broad and profound, the so-called master is lonely, and I will accompany you to fight happily. Yun Wuya's cold eyes revealed a little expectation.

"My sword is a hegemonic sword, and the hegemon looks at the world and swallows mountains and rivers. As the thin old man spoke, his back stood upright, and a domineering aura suddenly rose. Between the opening and closing of the eyes, the essence flashes, looking down on the world.

A majestic momentum spread out in an instant, and the figure of the thin old man stood like a mountain and a solid rock at this moment, domineering and domineering.

A substance-like divine light shot domineeringly towards Yun Wuyan, and the power of this glance was bound to collapse on the spot if it was an ordinary person.

Yun Wuya didn't realize it, and Yun said coldly in a light breeze: "The momentum is majestic and immense, and ordinary people are only afraid that they will be defeated before the battle." I'm looking forward to it, you can give it a go. ”

"Okay!" The thin old man shouted violently, strode out, stepped down, and the long sword in his hand slashed into the void, the space was distorted, and the domineering energy made a rolling thunderous sound, the wind roared, and the sky and the earth changed color.

"The power of this sword is really extraordinary, such an earth-shattering power, people must be torn apart in it. ”

"yes! It's been a long time since I've seen anyone use this kind of domineering sword power. Today is another eye-opener. ”

All the elite masters in the city were intimidated by this domineering momentum that looked down on the world, and they were all moved, sweeping away the frustration of the right talent.

The domineering sword of the thin old man is not fast, but it contains a heavy mountain-like might, splitting the spatial airflow and slashing down head-on towards Yun Wuya, the powerful and heavy sword qi makes people feel suffocated, like a huge rock pressing the top.

Yun Wuya faced this thunderous one, but he didn't dare to hold it up in the slightest, and the long sword in his hand choked out of the sheath again, and swung a sword towards the mountain sword momentum that came wildly, and it was light and floating. There was no strong sword qi, but it silently penetrated the opponent's thick and domineering sword qi, and clicked on the tip of the opponent's sword that slashed down with incomparable precision.

Bite!

As the sparks splashed, the thin old man suddenly felt a tingling in his arm, only to feel a soft force pouring into his arm along the sword body. I was shocked, and the sword momentum in my hand was slightly paused, and at this moment of stagnation, the sword of Yun Wuyan took advantage of the situation to stab in a fluttering manner, without any line track, very casually. The tip of the sword kept trembling, flickering left and right, and it was impossible to predict where his sword would stab the next moment.

The thin old man was in a hurry, and it seemed that no matter how he dodged, he couldn't dodge the attack of the other party's floating sword qi, so he could only rely on his intuition to pick up the sword, Qiang!

The two swords collided again, and the thick sword qi shattered with precision. Fang Ziyi was happy in his heart, and was about to launch a comprehensive counterattack, when a cold light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes strangely, the same floating, and the vital parts of his body seemed to be within his attack range.

Yun Wuya's sword seems to be wielded at will, without any rules, stabbing a sword in the east and a sword in the west at will, suddenly picking up and slashing down. It was impossible to predict which part of his body his sword would be directed at the next moment.

Each sword floated eerily and strangely, and the trembling blades often stabbed out from incredible angles. For him, it seems that there is no blind spot at all. This is a supreme realm of swordsmanship, without moves and styles, but it contains all sword styles in the world. The intention is to move the sword first, and the intention is to move the sword.

Every time the other party handed out a sword, the thin old man was terrified, and he broke out in a cold sweat, jumping left and right in shock, dodging forward and dodging, like a bird with a frightened bow. If the other party has murderous intent, he is only afraid that he will die more than ten times, and the so-called domineering sword power will completely fall apart and be vulnerable.

From the domineering active attack, to the panting, left and right, and clumsy blocking with one sword, the transformation of the whole process is only a few breaths. The group of elite masters who had just come out of their depression let out a sigh again, and some even closed their eyes, unable to bear to look at it any longer.

Bang dang!

There was a crisp sound of a long sword falling to the ground. The emaciated old man could no longer endure this cruel torture that hovered on the edge of life, and the terrifying fear completely destroyed his tenacious mind. If the other party is willing, he is only afraid that he has died seventy or eighty times at the moment, what is the gap, and how big is the gap?