"I see!" Akagi Gang suddenly woke up from his dementia.

He seemed to have realized something.

Wang Changlin's eyebrows leached with beads of sweat.

The sword in the hand of the evil sword suddenly rose with a trace of black mist, and it actually carried endless darkness.

"Is this the evil sword?" Wang Changlin muttered to himself.

Suddenly, Chimugang soared with a sword, and at the same time as the body rose up, the long hair fluttered, the cold light in his eyes burst out, and the waterfall poured down, and the evil sword was like a dragon entering the sea and churning, rolling up ten thousand waves, dotted with stars, rushing and rolling.

Wang Changlin was stunned.

The evil sword actually imitated the seven-star sword technique he had just made at this moment.

This terrifying comprehension ability is really terrifying.

In a hurry, Wang Changlin kept dodging and moving, and the nervousness in his heart was beyond words.

Chimugang is worthy of being called the evil sword, and the reason why he can be famous in the rivers and lakes and dominate one side is indeed not an ordinary person.

In particular, his comprehension of swordsmanship is by no means beyond the reach of ordinary people.

What's more, this conversion ability is also very amazing, and it can be used in his swordsmanship in such a short period of time.

Wang Changlin has encountered many swordsmanship, although the swordsmanship of the evil sword is slightly inferior in terms of essence, but the swordsmanship he has mastered is even more complicated than his own, no one can beat him, no matter how fierce his attack is, he can always find a suitable way to resolve it.

Wang Changlin chose the wrong magic weapon.

In the body of an evil sword Chimu Gang who makes a living from swordsmanship, he actually chose to use swordsmanship, isn't this Confucius's family name in front of the door and playing with a big sword in front of Guan Gong?

The evil sword Chimugang seems to be playing tricks on Wang Changlin, and has been observing Wang Changlin's every move.

Yan Ningxiang and the others held their breath, and they didn't dare to come out, for fear that it would affect Wang Changlin.

It's just a pity that no one can help him at such a moment.

There is a rod and a scale between heaven and earth, and the scale is the morality of the heart.

No one dares to challenge morality, because they will end badly.

The philosopher Immanuel Kant once said, "There are only two things in this world that can deeply shock our hearts: the brilliant starry sky above our heads, and the sublime moral law within us." ”​

Some people are dragged down by the morality of the rivers and lakes all their lives until the end of their lives.

"Is that all you have to do?" Evil Sword Akagi Gang suddenly spoke.

It turned out that after three hundred moves, Wang Changlin's swordsmanship began to slowly stabilize, and it was no longer the stormy of the past.

Wang Changlin frowned, this Chimugang was afraid that he was about to start attacking.

"If you run out of moves, I'm going to attack?" the evil sword Akagi Gang smiled evilly.

Mr. Yin Ming's eyes narrowed, and at the same time he glanced at Heishui, the commander of the Black Armor Army.

Heishui nodded immediately, he understood what Mr. Yin Ming meant, if there was danger, he would act as soon as possible to ensure Wang Changlin's safety.

After all, in the underground battlefield, a master like Blackwater cannot enter.

In it, it is also necessary to use the power of Wang Changlin.

Voldemort's face was filled with anger and remorse, and if Wang Changlin died because of this, he would be annoyed for the rest of his life.

Master duel, the slightest mistake is a thousand miles.

Wang Changlin's heart was not easy, he could be said to have done everything he could, but he did not have any impact on the evil sword Chimugang.

Immediately afterwards, between a series of sudden advances and retreats, Wang Changlin's swordsmanship seemed to show a trace of impatience.

The face of the evil sword Chimu Gang was no longer that kind of focused expression, but turned into a kind of eerie hideousness.

Time passed quickly, but slowly passed.

Time flies slowly, but it also flies in an instant.

Unconsciously, countless sword lights were squandered wantonly, and in the roar of the fierce wind, Wang Changlin's face was actually scraped with traces of blood.

The pupils of the people around them began to dilate slowly, just to see the moves of the two of them clearly.

Who would have thought that even if the evil sword Chimu Gang began to take it seriously, he still didn't take down Wang Changlin within fifty moves.

Seventy moves have passed, and the evil sword Chimugang is also a little impatient.

Almost everyone's eyes were full of flying flowers and fallen leaves, as well as deadly swords and swords.

"You don't seem to have any skills, the name of the evil sword is a bit of a bluff, right?" Wang Changlin also carried a burst of sarcasm.

The evil sword Chimu Gang suddenly rose six or seven zhang high in the air, and turned seven wonderful arcs in the air like a big bird.

Wang Changlin let out a long roar, the long sword flew out, and the sleeve spring knife suddenly shot out of the sleeve.

A dagger, only seven inches long, shot straight at the evil sword Akagi Gang.

The evil sword Chimugang laughed three times, slashed out three sword flowers in the air in a row, and his backhand shook rapidly, and the tip of the sword turned into a little starlight, and rolled directly towards the sleeve spring knife.

Wang Changlin deceived himself again, and he couldn't even treasure the weapon in his hand.

Wang Changlin galloped ten palms, nine legs and eight spins, and while shaking his body, he let out a long roar: "The evil sword is killed!"

All did not understand what was going on.

Even the evil sword didn't know what was going to happen next, but in a hurry, he went to dodge.

"Hahahaha!

Wang Changlin laughed loudly.

It turned out that this was just a trick on him, and it made him panic like that.

"Looking for !! Death"

The evil sword Akagi Gang was clearly furious.

So many people are watching!

When!

The Sleeve Spring Knife was directly shot down by the evil sword, and the appearance of a lower ingots shocked the surrounding masters.

Although these casual cultivators have accumulated a lot of wealth, almost none of them can possess a magic weapon of the level of treasure weapons.

Only then did the evil sword understand the reason why Wang Changlin had no fear, it turned out to be a treasure sleeve spring knife.

"You dare to challenge with only one treasure weapon, you really underestimate the rewards of heaven!" Evil Sword sneered.

Leapfrogging itself is a thing that goes against the way of heaven.

Since the Heavenly Dao has established the rank, it also clearly distinguishes the division of strength that exists within the rank.

Wang Changlin seemed to have run out of options, and the evil sword Chimugang had already attacked.

The fierce killing machine swept through the entire void, and even some weak masters couldn't help but start trembling.

Wang Changlin had already fallen to the dust, and Junyi's face was covered with a thick layer of frost.

It's just that his eyes are like flames glaring at the evil sword Akagigang in the sky.

Yes, the current Wang Changlin seems to be able to only look up at the evil sword Chimugang.

Without saying anything, the evil sword slammed down.

Boom! Boom!

Wang Changlin's body kept rolling on the ground, and between dodging, his body was scraped by the stones.

Defenseless.

This instant change was so fast that it didn't give the spectators a little time to react.

From start to defeat, the process is too fast.

Overnight.

Wang Changlin seems to have given up resistance.

"Why do you have so many flaws in your swordsmanship!" Wang Changlin said urgently.

"Fart!" the evil sword Akagi Gang scolded angrily.

You can doubt his character, but you can't question his swordsmanship.

This is a man who regards swordsmanship as his life.