If it were a simple discussion of sword techniques, Wang Shi would really not be afraid of anyone. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe Yangui knife technique evolved from chopping wood has been integrated into his bones, and the never-ending battle has tempered it to be extremely strong, which is the foundation he relies on, and it is his most powerful thing, so he will naturally not be afraid to compete with anyone.

Being able to practice the Yangui knife technique to the point of perfection depends not only on persistent efforts, but also on a talent. Everyone has their own talents, and being able to correctly recognize this and temper it is what people should think about when they grow up. There is no doubt that Wang Shi's talent is the knife in his hand, and this talent is too much more than ordinary people.

In the past eight years, he has never stopped doing two things, one is to recite the nameless book, and the other is the Yangui knife technique. It can be said that except for some people who have reached the pinnacle of sword skills, he has almost no opponents.

Even if Ling Qian in front of him was already a powerhouse at the peak of the Xuan Realm, if he compared the sword technique, Wang Shi would not flinch in the slightest.

Out of nowhere, the great confidence, or the desire that existed in his bones, a strange excitement spread from his feet to his head, making his heart tremble slightly, and even giving birth to some goosebumps.

There's nothing more desirable than beating a strong opponent in what you do best. Swordsman vs. swordsman, swordsman vs. swordsman, the brave wins.

Indeed, this is very cliché, but it makes people's blood boil.

Wang Shi walked step by step, his aura did not grow step by step, but gradually converged, and finally even returned to ordinary, so that people could not see that he was a cultivator of the Qi Sea Realm, let alone that the knife on his waist was a murderous weapon.

The knife has been hidden. People, too, have been still.

The knife is heavy in hiding, not in the dew, when it is exposed, it is the strongest.

Ten steps is the absolute distance of the Yangui knife technique.

At this time, Wang Shi was only ten steps away from Ling Qian.

Regaining the sharpness of thirty years ago, Ling Qian is like a falcon that has been on the cliff, his sharp eyes are looking at the sky, and he is about to spread his wings and shoot into the air.

Thirty years ago, with a knife and a rage, he broke into the desert, and finally returned with a group of brothers to regain the head of the Ling family. Countless lives and deaths have already stained his knife with countless blood, and a light unsheath can deter the Qi Sea Realm.

Now that the sharpness and murderous spirit have returned, the knife has re-met its owner, and naturally it trembles uncontrollably, eager to be unsheathed immediately and drink the blood of the enemy.

The yellow sand that shook off became conscious, and in panic avoided the two knives on the ground, and fled in a hurry. It's like a flock of weak lambs seeing a duel between two tigers, and their natural fear makes them avoid it.

It was originally a confined space, but at this time, the wind actually rose, disrupting everything, but the ten-step space where Wang Shi and Ling Qian confronted each other was unusually quiet.

Breathe steadily, adjust your state to the best, and you can slash the strongest at any time. Wang Shi began to squint his eyes, looking at Ling Qian's hand and the knife in his hand.

Ling Qian was also quietly waiting, waiting for the moment to strike. It's like a falcon waiting for a gust of wind to come, and then it can spread its wings and fly immediately.

The yellow sand outside became flustered because of fear, and the yellow sand inside became quiet because of fear. The same situation, but with different reactions, makes this place seem extremely weird.

A rootless breeze blew, and a grain of uneven sand rolled without even making a sound, and it was impossible to notice such a slight change without looking closely.

However,

Wang Shi's eyes narrowed.

Ling Qian's eyes lit up as well.

Out of the knife!

The knife that had been sealed in the dust for ten years was unsheathed at this time, and it burst out with brilliant light. More than ten years have not eroded its edge, but have made it sharper. The blade that has been hidden for ten years, once it is unsheathed, will be unstoppable.

Under the black sheath, there was a snow-bright knife, whiter than the snow under the clear sky, white and dazzling, and even more cold and piercing.

Like a nightmare in the dark, he suddenly opened his eyes, but saw a white snowfield, and his eyes were immediately blinded, and he could no longer see anything.

The name of the knife, the snow has no edge!

In such a short period of time, it was impossible for Wang Shi to cast the thirty-six swords to seal the dragon seal, or even to cast the thirteen swords of Yan Gui, he could only cut out an ordinary Yan Gui knife technique.

It can only be an ordinary Yangui knife technique!

It's like a woodcutter who has been chopping all his life, inadvertently waving his hand, cutting out a curved wood knife that has been half sharpened, but accurately chopping it in the weakest part of the firewood.

There is no big opening and closing, only accuracy. An ordinary and simple knife, but it integrates all the knife techniques. This knife is undoubtedly Wang Shi's strongest knife!

In the face of such a knife, no firewood can dodge it.

Yan Gui's knife technique is such a domineering one, no matter who it is, it can't be resisted.

The white light intertwined with the pitch-black light, cutting out a chaotic world.

Two knives come together!

It's the strongest sword!

White and black are entangled with each other, trying to devour each other, and they are also guarding against being eroded by each other. It's like two colors of pigment mixed together in a large dye vat, and under the frantic stirring, the two colors also begin to devour wildly.

Sometimes a short moment can be infinitely stretched, making people feel as long as a lifetime. Sometimes for a long period of time, it will suddenly tighten and become an instant.

At this time, the first encounter between the two has ended, and they have staggered.

I don't know how much time has passed, but a thought came to my heart, I really want to cut the knife in my hand, and cut the knife in my hand at all costs, just like the idea that a baby wants to breathe when he is born.

In the entanglement of black and white, the corners of Wang Shi's mouth hooked up a thrilling smile.

The sword technique tempered by Lu Chai enabled Wang Shi to make any incredible moves. He stretched his arms slightly, turned his wrists, and the demon knife passed under his armpit like a swallow, and then raised his head like a poisonous snake and stood erect behind him.

At this time, Ling Qian's knife had already been cut.

Like a wild dance in the snow, it stirred up all the shining snow, turning the place white. Snow is originally a light thing, not even ice, how can there be a edge?

However, when a thin patch of snow has extreme speed, it can become extremely sharp. It's just that this blade is very blunt, and it won't cut a line of damage, but will only cut off a large piece of flesh like a saw.

After a backhand stab in a strange posture, Wang Shi's right leg swept, his whole body leaned to the left, almost touching the ground, his wrist turned violently, and with the strength of his arm, he directly counterpressed Ling Qian's Xue Wufeng, and then slashed out along the blade of the knife.

A pitch-black line is like a dividing line between the earth and the sky, almost everything that stands in the way will be cut, without exception.

The pouring of white and black became slow, as if they were two lumps of glue, and it was difficult to move quickly.

At this time, countless sparks began to bloom in it, becoming another color.

Straight knives, random knives, crazy knives.

All the knife techniques that Wang Shi learned bloomed in his hands, and he just relied on instinct to drive his arms and hands to cut the knife in his hand countless times.

At this time, it is no longer the swallows flying briskly in the light rain, but under the storm, lightning and thunder, the swallows rise to the sky, turning into a pure black line, wanting to break through the sky.

The Xue Wufeng in Ling Qian's hand also seemed to be stimulated, and became more and more violent, and the shadow of the knife turned into white light, endlessly, just like the amount of heavy snow, it couldn't be counted at all, and all of it tilted towards the opponent.

Constant attack, constant defense, every time is to hang life on the tip of the knife, as long as there is the slightest deviation, blood will immediately splash seven steps, and death on the spot.

The two knives that were almost to the extreme, in the continuous interlacing, erased countless sparks, and before these sparks could be extinguished, other sparks rose, making this place almost a fire. The sound of each collision was covered by a louder sound before it could be heard.

No one could see how many times the two knives had been handed over, and no one could see how dangerous each move was, only the two parties knew all this.

Until the two knives were put together, Wang Shi's eyes met Ling Qian's eyes.

In the silence, it was the collision of two knives.

Bang! Bang!

At this time, because of the huge shock wave generated by the battle, it spread out, and the black and white of the two groups fighting each other completely exploded and disappeared at this time.

And those voices that had overlapped countless times and had long been distorted also came out at this time, like steel needles, piercing into people's ears. Those ordinary Qi Sea Realms, this sound alone was enough to make their ears bleed.

Wang Shi and Ling Qian, who were in the center, were naturally hit the most, and after glancing at each other, they both retreated.

Bang bang bang!

Every step that fell, it was like a hammer striking steel, and the air under his feet was like a crack in ice, and countless cracks appeared. If it weren't for the use of spiritual power as protection, these two people would probably have to fly dozens of miles.

After retreating thirty steps in a row, Wang Shi finally stood still, tilted his head slightly, and confirmed that Ning Yi on his back was not injured.

seems to be an extremely fierce fight, and there are nearly a thousand encounters, but in fact, it is only a short time of three breaths. Such a crazy battle no longer belongs to the battle of the Qi Sea Realm, if it is any ordinary Tongxuan Realm, I am afraid it has become a cloud of blood mist. Only two real swordsmen can contribute to such a wonderful duel.

It's just that I don't know if the shopkeeper will regret not seeing such a duel, it seems that there are many people in this city, but none of them have seen this duel.

The space that had just been cleared could no longer withstand the pressure and began to collapse, and the yellow sand fell in large chunks, blocking people's vision.

Both of them knew the victory and defeat in their hearts, and there was no need to say anything more.

Now that the sword technique has been compared, all that remains is life and death.