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Who has a grievance today?

In the Tang Empire, the famous poet Jia Dao's "Swordsman" is the first style of Tang poetry swordsmanship, with a total of three moves.

I have been practicing this kind of sword technique for a long time, and I can barely integrate the first few moves to reach the realm of entering the house, and this is still after I have obtained the sword heart, if it is normal, it will take about a few years.

I didn't prepare for the battle, but instead chanted a poem, which is a good poem, which can prove that you are a talent, but now showing combat effectiveness can give everyone confidence.

In the face of a master like the martial artist of the Seven Mansions, even Wu Qinzhi, the grandfather of Zhenguo, who was most optimistic about him, couldn't help but feel a little nervous psychologically, but his face was still very calm.

"Good poetry!" the old man even applauded, which seemed a little harsh in this quiet environment.

It's just that the old man never cares what other people think, he still goes his own way and doesn't take other people's opinions seriously.

Both sides are full of confidence, for Uke he has enough reasons to trust himself, of course, Liu Zihong is the same, and he will not lose his own opinion because of other people's opinions.

The mind was immersed, and it had been completely integrated with the sword intent, and suddenly understood the feelings contained in Jia Dao, not only in the sharpness of the sword, but also in the unevenness of people.

The so-called injustice is to sound and turn the sword to the enemy, which is to prove the fairness and justice that you represent.

Now that he is standing here, Zhuo Wenxuan is his own junior brother, and taking care of his own people is not the greatest justice, not to mention that Wuke broke the rules first, and he was just forced to fight.

The thought was clear, the long sword was sonorous out of the sheath, and neither Wuhou nor Wuzong felt the fluctuation of the yuan power in his body.

Flying on the grass is also enough in this kind of scene, standing there, there are only shallow footprints on the snow, and it is difficult to spot at all if you don't look closely.

"Could it be that this kid is a wind-based method!" someone muttered in his heart, a few minutes ago he had suspected that it was a light method and a fire method, but now there has been a change.

"Could it be that there are three systems of methods!" someone thought about it psychologically, and he was taken aback.

Soon came back to his senses, this kid did not have the fluctuation of yuan power, and the cultivation method was not common, maybe there was something really weird, so many people looked at Liu Zihong's eyes and changed.

Uke shook his head and clenched his scimitar, although the guy on the other side didn't see the fluctuation of the yuan force, he put a lot of pressure on himself, as if as long as he moved, the sword would be on his neck.

Finally dispelled this ridiculous thought, took a long breath, moved his body, and made the sound of gold and iron colliding, and the control of Jin Yuanli had also reached a very high level.

Jin Lingjia, the Yuan Force within the Seven Mansions began to fluctuate, and after the silver color on his body alone, his skin also had a more metallic luster, and those who knew the goods naturally praised him.

Liu Zihong could do it now, but he still stood there steadily, looking at the other side with a smile on his face, giving Uke enough time.

It's time to try the strength of Tang Shi's swordsmanship, if he can't achieve the effect he expects, then he will not hesitate to sweep this swordsmanship into the garbage heap, and the already perfect Wind Fast Sword can also come in handy.

When the scimitar was half a meter away from Liu Zihong, it suddenly became bigger and became a long knife more than one meter long, if he hadn't paid attention, it was estimated that he would have been injured.

The figure flickered away, and the green steel sword was already unsheathed, appearing in front of everyone with a cold air.

It's an ordinary green steel sword, but I don't know what's wrong, anyone can see it, but no one can tell what the truth is.

Wuke felt that his whole body was cold, and even his heart seemed to be pinched, and the golden yuan force on his shoulder quickly condensed, but the sword light flashed.

Liu Zihong appeared behind him, and there were some blood marks on the green steel sword, which dripped down the sword and fell on the snow, seeping into the snowflakes.

Feeling the pain in his shoulder, he didn't know how long it hadn't been, so he suddenly woke up, the enemies he was facing were not those martial artists or magicians who were worse than him, but mysterious masters, although he didn't know the specific strength, but he would definitely not be worse than himself.

Between the lightning and flint, Wuke turned around and fell with a knife, and the air was still condensed, with three sharp blades, covering a range of nearly five meters in front of him, and it was not easy for Liu Zihong to dodge.

"Ten years to sharpen a sword!" Liu Zihong whispered softly from inside his mouth, and his body slid like flowing water.

In the clanging sound of gold and iron, all of the Uke's attacks were blocked, if it weren't for the support of the sword intent, the green steel sword would have been abolished a long time ago, but it was the sword intent that made it indestructible.

The attack failed, and Uke was not discouraged, when he put the enemy in the same position as himself, he would not have the idea of quick success, and it was his current goal to crush the opponent steadily.

The scimitar suddenly changed, and it turned out to be a spear, two meters long, flashing with a cold glow, with a murderous aura, and it was overwhelmingly shrouded in Liu Zihong.

"The frost blade has not been tried!" A cold light flashed on the green steel sword, and even His Majesty the Emperor, who was a little farther away, was vigilant, as if someone was going to assassinate him, but it quickly disappeared.

Dozens of spear heads were knocked to the ground by Liu Zihong's green steel sword, turned into Jin Yuanli again, and disappeared into the air slowly.

But in the next second, a big axe had already slashed down on his head, this was completely a trick to kill himself, Liu Zihong shook his head, it was time to end this boring game.

"Today, who has a grievance?" The voice suddenly rose, and his figure disappeared in front of everyone in a trance, and when he appeared in the next second, he was already standing behind Uk.

Without looking back, he went to Ma Feixiong and the others, the murderous aura on his face had dissipated, and he returned to the appearance of a young man, a gentle young man: "Feixiong, your jade pendant is saved, fortunately not disgraced!"

Uke stood in place, not figuring out why he had lost, only a few rounds before and after, and he didn't even have the idea of turning around and continuing to fight.

Touched his throat, his hands were full of red, if the sword went a little deeper, maybe he would have to be rescued, if he went deeper and deeper, he wouldn't even need to be rescued.

Shaking his head, the hair behind him was scattered on the ground, and the onlookers rushed to their hearts a little uncontrollably, and there was a gasp sound, could it be that this little guy really killed Uk?

But then, Uke moved, and then walked down a little depressed, since he had lost, he still had the face to stand there, and there was no big injury.

There are a large number of masters, and it can naturally be seen how ingenious Liu Zihong's moves are, and how superb this trick is in the end, as long as the realm is comparable, it is difficult to block it!