The young man in Tsing Yi raised his hand and pointed.

A streamer of light flew out.

"Groan!"

Dragon Slash!

"Ram Chen...... You ......"

The dragon flies and slashes, and Mo Yan dodges in fear.

Recite!

A sword!

"Ahh

His reaction was extremely fast, but he was still slashed by the dragon.

A half-foot-long opening on Mo Yan's back cracked, and then closed in an instant, and he scolded angrily: "Ram Chen, you despicable villain, I'm not done with you......"

Sou!

The green shadow flashed, and it was already behind him, and the green sword in Tsing Yi's hand stabbed at his head.

Ram Changgeng's eyes widened, his heart rose to his throat, and he wanted to shout, "Young master, keep people under the sword!" but he didn't dare.

The white-clothed young man caught the dragon sword that had returned triumphantly, stroked the sword body, and injected innate sword qi.

Mo Yan suddenly felt the evil wind behind his ears, his pupils shrank, he shook his left sleeve sharply, the wind bulged, his body teleported, and he backhanded a sword, and slashed the sword angrily.

Disheveled!

The two swords clashed, the bamboo sword suddenly exploded, a sword turned into a hundred swords, a piece of green like a silk, the silk entangled the black sword, the black sword flew over, and the gossamer was angrily slashed.

Buzz!

The two swords collided and clashed at great speed, the greenery was broken, and the black sword was just about to fight back.

But he was covered by a huge sword, and the young man in Tsing Yi had already jumped high, and the bamboo sword in his hand was stabbed rapidly!

The edge of the bamboo sword turned into a violent sword rain and slashed down his head and face.

"The shaft is too deceitful!"

Mo Yan roared angrily, the black sword in his hand stabbed, and the black sword rushed forward, and the black sword was striking, counterattacking and counterattacking.

The old man's eyes widened, the black sword was frantically handed out, and the black mang expanded rapidly, which was more than the green.

The black sword was extremely accurate in Mo Yan's hands, a sword broke a sword, crackling, the bamboo sword was broken in half in a moment, and the black sword broke the bamboo, unstoppable.

"Hahaha! Ram Chen, you want to suppress the old man with such swordsmanship, you are still a little tender. ”

Mo Yan forced the boy back with several swords, sneering and mocking.

The young man in Tsing Yi glanced at him coldly, the bamboo sword in his hand was a few points faster, and the violent sword rain poured down!

Mo Yan sneered, and responded with a black sword as usual, and Wumang counterattacked and hedged a little, but this time it was not satisfactory, losing the original sword to break a sword, and losing the hundred shots just now.

Black swords often take several swords to hit one sword, and more than ten swords can break a style.

The advantage of just moving back was completely lost, and Mo Yan's arm was stabbed several times.

"Impossible...... This...... This is not the Ram Clan's sword technique!" Mo Yan exclaimed.

Taking advantage of his illness and asking for his life, the bamboo sword is faster, and all the suppressed anger is vented!

He wants to counteract, Mo Yan shook his gods, and hurriedly swung his sword vigorously, if he does not retreat at this time, he will be countered.

The black sword slashed with all his might, the sword rain broke open, and Mo Yan rushed away.

Brush!

The greenery was dotted, the bamboo sword stabbed continuously, Mo Yan hurriedly took out his sword to hedge, the two swords clashed with a hundred swords, and he was hit by nine swords and was forced to defend.

Defeated!

Mo Yan's expression changed suddenly, and he became extremely ugly, it wasn't like this, he should have left early.

It's that he is too conceited, and he is conceited that he can completely break all the swordsmanship of the Ram Clan.

But he never expected that the Ram Chen Envoy was not a ram sword technique at all, the face of the bamboo sword was fiercely attacked, and Mo Yan was helpless, so he had to defend passively.

The black sword connected the dots, stabbed out finely and densely, and a black cloud formed to resist the sword rain.

Mo Yan struggled to resist the sword rain attack.

In the face of the unknown new sword-style attack, he found that he was so powerless, and at this moment he recognized the gap between himself and this famous sword master.

When the swordsmanship lost its restraint effect, he would be suppressed to such an extent that he had no power to fight back.

The bamboo sword above Mo Yan's head was getting faster and faster, faster and faster, and had turned into a raging storm.

The young man's eyes were cold, and the bamboo sword in his hand became smoother and smoother, and the four hundred new sword styles were staggered, bursting out with extraordinary power.

Zhuang Yang looked at the sword rain that his nephew swayed at will, and sighed in his heart, there were more than 600 sword styles in Qushui City, and he was reduced to 400 in half a day, but it changed greatly.

For the first time, Zhuang Siye had a clear understanding of the talent of swordsmanship, such a quick swordsmanship, so aggressive, it was really terrifying.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Ten swords to break one sword!

Five swords to break one sword!

Three swords break one sword......

Ram Chen sank down and began to break the sword, the anti-ram sword technique performed by Mo Yan seems to be very different from the ram's sword technique, but in fact, this set of swordsmanship is extremely closely related to the ram's sword technique, and it can even be said to be of the same origin, it is created on the basis of the ram sword technique.

Ram Chen tried to break it in the opposite way, he used the new sword style to break the Moyan sword style, since he already knew that these sword styles were specifically restrained by the ram sword technique, there were naturally traces to follow.

When it comes to mastering the ram's swordsmanship, there are few people in the entire Ram clan who can compare to him, so although it is difficult for the young man to break the sword, it is not a small achievement.

The range of the Blades' defense shrank and shrank.

"Ram Chen, the old man admits defeat!" shouted Mo Yan, who was overwhelmed.

Admit defeat?

Ram Chen shook his head.

He was killed at home again and again, and bullied to his head again and again, he is not a good temper!

I wanted to live a peaceful life and live a peaceful life, but these bad things and bad people came one after another.

I didn't make enough trouble during the day, and now I can't even live at night, and I was hit by the same person three times, and some of them were too bullying.

So he got angry!

When he was angry, he didn't break the sword, and the bamboo sword became savage and violent again.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The sword rain roared, shouting the young man's murderous intent, and the murderous aura began to envelop the dark clouds, and the killing intent became heavier and thicker.

Mo Yan only felt that the endless killing intent was suppressed, the sword rain turned into a rain of blood, and the ram Chen moved to kill him! Mo Yan felt a chill in his heart for no reason!

Rushed with the killing intent, the black sword froze slightly, and the torrential rain poured down to impact the black sword's defense.

Mo Yan hurriedly collected his mind and tried his best to deal with it, but the general trend was gone, the black sword was defeated and retreated, and Mo Yan's whole person was rickety.

What a similar scene, the same sword, the same person, but the positions were reversed and reversed.

In the morning, black on green down.

At night, green on black down.

In the morning, the boy lost a sword and cut his right arm.

In the evening, the teenager took the lead......

Ding Ding Ding!

The rapid sword clashed, and the bamboo sword burst down, breaking through the black sword defense.

"Ram Chen, stop!

The young man was unmoved, the bamboo sword in his hand turned into green thunder, and the roar of thunder drowned out the old man's voice.

Rumble!

The dark clouds collapsed, the bamboo sword broke through the black sword defense, and the sword shadow fell like a waterfall, drowning the black shadow.

Thorn ...... Thorn ...... Thorn ......

Countless tearing sounds rang out, one representing a sword.

"Ram Chen, stop!"

Poof!

The boy coldly took out his sword and stabbed into the ...... Take...... Stab ...... again Draw ...... again

"Gollum!"

Qiu Ju swallowed her saliva, and the young master became angry.

"Gollum!

Ram Yao and Ram Star couldn't help it, the elder brother was too cruel.

Zhan Tai Feiyun's mouth is dry.

......

Disheveled!

Every time the bamboo sword pierced, it would hit and hard things, and this time it was even more shocked by a domineering force.

Ram Chen's face sank, he stepped back quickly, and called loudly: "Little Dragon, cut again!"

"Groan!"

The Dragon Sword, which was replenished with some sword qi in Liu Wanqian's hand, flew out again.

Mo Yan, who was already riddled with holes like a beggar, roared in sorrow, turned around and fled.

"Come when you want, leave when you want?"

The black shadow just dodged the dragon slash, but was suddenly slashed by Tsing Yi who suddenly appeared on his side, with a sword!

"Ah......h

A scream.

Bite!

The sword fell, and one arm detached from its body and flew high into the air.

Mo Yan screamed miserably: "Ah...... Yes...... My hand...... My hands!"

The young man in Tsing Yi grabbed half of the bamboo sword, turned around and walked into the Tongque Terrace.

"Close the door. ”

"Yes!"

"Young master, your hand?"

Ram Chen smiled lightly and said, "The bones are too hard, the bamboo sword is destroyed, and I am also injured!"

"What about him?"

Ram Chen smiled indifferently: "I will have to use the left-handed sword in the future!"

Everyone is silent, ruthless enough!