Leng Yun to Yang Can.

A battle in fate.

One is an arrogant son from the capital with the highest realm, and the other is a rising star who was born in the countryside and exudes dazzling light.

This battle is full of anticipation.

Leng Yun walked up to the stage with a sword on his back, he was dressed in an emerald green shirt, his expression was cold and arrogant, and as soon as he appeared, he won a full house.

"Light up your weapons. I'm going to convince you of this battle. ”

Leng Yun raised his eyebrows, revealing a soothing killing intent.

A flash of light!

Leng Yun pulled out a long sword from behind his back, and shouted in a deep voice: "This sword is called Qiushui, it is quick to make decisions, sharpen iron like mud, and fight against people, invincible. ”

"Good sword!"

Everyone praised one after another, this sword, at a glance, knew that it was a divine weapon, I am afraid that only the son from the capital can be qualified to take it.

"Are you playing really?"

Yang Can was surprised, this sword was extremely sharp, and if he accidentally touched it, it would be a disaster of severed limbs and remnants.

"If you're scared, you can admit defeat, no one forces you to fight!"

Leng Yun snorted coldly, and the Qiushui Sword pointed directly at Yang Can, exuding a chill.

"I'm afraid, I'll be afraid of you, jokes!" Yang Can shouted, "Yang Hu, take the dog stick." ”

Yang Hu was stunned for a long time, and suddenly realized that the dog beating stick that Yang Can said was the ash stick in his hand.

"Here comes the dog stick, Brother Can, are you sure ......"

Yang Hu rushed up from the stage, ran all the way, and handed the ash stick to Yang Can.

Yang Can took the ash stick, and a familiar feeling arose, this was the weapon he used the most in his previous life, witnessing his countless sweat under the starlight.

Yang Hu timidly glanced at the Qiushui Sword, this sword was cold and bright, and just getting close to it made people sincerely frightened.

There was an uproar all around, what kind of ghost did Yang Can play, the white wax stick with such a fragile texture was afraid that it would be shattered when it touched the cold cloud sword wind.

How is this different from being empty-handed?

"Dog beating stick?!Yang Can, you're looking for death. ”

Leng Yun was furious, a kid with a five-fold body would dare to despise him so much.

"If you have any skills, just use them. ”

Yang Canshan stopped at Yuezhi, and there was a kind of enigmatic calmness.

"Everyone, bear witness together. This is Yang Can forcing me to use the sword, if he is killed or injured by then, it is all his own fault, and it has nothing to do with me. ”

Leng Yun's hand holding the sword was unusually steady, and he slowly gained momentum.

"Don't worry, Leng Gongzi, we will all testify to you. ”

Led by Lei Leopard, a group of people shouted loudly, and the momentum was not small.

"Good!"

Leng Yun shouted, and a sword flew out, as fast as a meteor, and the long sword slashed through the air.

Yang Can twisted his waist and turned his hips, flashed his momentum, turned his hand with him, and pointed at Leng Yun's throat with a stick.

The wind blows.

Leng Yun gasped, only then did he know that for Yang Can, no matter what kind of weapon he used, he was just as threatening.

What makes Leng Yun the most proud is his swordsmanship, the top-grade martial arts meteor butterfly sword, which is strange and fast like a meteor outside the sky, and complex like a butterfly among flowers.

Because he was obsessed with this set of swordsmanship, Leng Yun was unable to advance to the Ninth Fold, but he was relieved to think that this swordsmanship was so powerful.

The more Leng Yun Qiushui Sword moves, the faster it gets.

A cloud of blue light surrounded Yang Can and flickered continuously, and the sword light swayed everywhere, like mercury leaking into the ground, pervasive.

Seeing such exquisite swordsmanship, the onlookers were all thrilled, and Leng Yun's strength was beyond their imagination.

Yang Fan only felt that his palms were full of cold sweat, the cold cloud swordsmanship, and with this Qiushui sword, he didn't even have the courage to face it with a nine-fold quenching body.

You must know that Yang Can is only a five-fold quenching body, even if he often takes demon bear meat, but he has more strength, but it is useless when facing enemies like this.

Throughout.

Yang Can is very calm, just like a pool of well water, no waves, no one can guess what he is thinking.

Just like the steps under his feet, the strength is invisible, constantly drawing arcs on the ground, circling in circles.

Several times there were dangers.

Unconsciously, Fang Tai and the others all stood up together, looking extremely nervous.

Yang Can, as usual, only when he was in a desperate situation, the white wax stick in his hand would poke out sharply.

It's strange to say.

Every time Yang Can poked out the ash stick, Leng Yun always had to take three or five steps back, Yang Can's predicament was immediately solved, and the two returned to their initial state.

Leng Yun relied on the Qiushui Sword to set off a storm and trap Yang Can firmly, while Yang Can was like a flat boat, floating and sinking with the waves, never being submerged.

"The two have been fighting for so long, how can their weapons not intersect?"

I don't know who screamed out loud, causing a series of exclamations.

This is really an incredible thing, according to common sense, Leng Yun's swordsmanship is so clever, there should be no flaws in the swordsmanship.

Leng Yun became more and more frightened the more he fought.

Since his debut, Leng Yun had never encountered such a difficult opponent, forcing him to use the subtleties of the Meteor Butterfly Sword to his heart's content.

"Seven Spins!"

Leng Yun roared suddenly, using the absolute killing move in the swordsmanship.

In a stalemate state, Leng Yun burst out with the most powerful power, urging the Meteor Butterfly Sword Technique to the extreme.

The people on and off the stage suddenly changed, and they all raised their hearts to their throats, knowing this, I am afraid that it will be a matter of life and death.

Seven spin slashes, seven slashes in a row!

Yang Can turned his waist and twisted his hips, retreating again and again, until there was no way to retreat.

Leng Yun's seven spin slashes happened to make the seventh slash, which was the most powerful killing move in the entire swordsmanship.

Invisible sword qi one after another.

Yang Can's hair was violently flying, and the blue light on the sword was directly reflected in his eyebrows.

"It's time for it to end. ”

Leng Yun sneered loudly, his body, rising like a swimming dragon, condescendingly, and slashed towards Yang Can with a sword.

It's an irresistible cut.

In front of everyone's eyes, Leng Yun didn't dare to harbor killing intent, but under the fierce battle, he couldn't hold back.

Yang Can's eyes were still very calm.

The cold clouds in the air, seeing Yang Can's eyes, couldn't help but feel irritable.

The prey that is about to have no way to escape should not have such eyes, and those who can have such eyes are experienced hunters.

"Stain!"

Yang Can suddenly shouted, and the ash stick in his hand went out, making a "sticky" word.

There was an exclamation from the audience, and the situation of Yang Can being touched by many masters suddenly flashed in their minds.

Yang Can's shot was not fast.

But the grasp of the fighter plane is just right, just like the ash stick in his hand, waiting for Leng Yun.

The ash rod is pressed against the back of the Qiushui sword.

The sword light in the sky suddenly disappeared completely, revealing Leng Yun's angry face.

Leng Yun flipped his wrist, wanting to get the Qiushui Sword out of the ash-like restraint, so close together, the situation was not good.

Yang Can sneered.

Entangled in his ash stick, even if it is a sharp sword, it will lose its edge.

A weapon is nothing but an extension of the hand.

All kinds of subtle changes in the dog stick method are actually born from Tai Chi, and Tai Chi's ability to stick to it is the first in the world.

Under Leng Yun's panic, he could only keep retreating, and Yang Can followed closely step by step, like flowing water.

No matter how Leng Yun changed, the ash rod in Yang Can's hand always tightly wrapped around his Qiushui Sword.

Just like a big tree, no matter how it grows, it can't get rid of the vines that are attached to it.

What's worse is that the strength coming from Yang Can's white wax stick is getting heavier and heavier, and it is getting more and more sticky, making the sword in Leng Yun's hand gradually swing ineffectively.

The sweat on Leng Yun's head was getting more and more, and his heart became more and more frightened, looking at Yang Can's gaze, it was like seeing a ghost.

"Retreat!"

Yang Can shouted, and the ash stick in his hand was gently sent forward, which was a lot of strength.

Tai Chi is hard, and it is required that it must not go out of the circle, and the same as the body, maintain absolute neutrality, no excess, and cannot resist and lose strength.

Leng Yun's body shook all the way and retreated, otherwise, he would not be able to resolve the strength in Yang Can's hand, and he would inevitably lose his sword, and once he lost his sword, he would lose.

"Follow!"

Yang Can used Cai Jin, used the sword with a stick, and gently pulled it back down.

Leng Yun had no choice but to obediently rush forward.

Yang Can led Leng Yun and circled around the audience, feeling that his strength had almost turned into a circle.

"Let go. ”

Yang Can shouted loudly, and took advantage of the situation to turn around.

The Qiushui Sword in Leng Yun's hand flew out like a swimming dragon and stabbed straight into the ring.

The Qiushui Sword was really sharp, piercing into the stone face, and it was still trembling.

Yang Can's eyebrows were clear, and the white wax stick in his hand pointed at Leng Yun's throat.

Leng Yun was only frightened, his face was as pale as earth, he didn't dare to move, so he had to dodge and retreat.

Who knows how much he retreats, Yang Can will follow as much, and the ash stick in his hand will never leave his throat.

"You lost. ”

Yang Can sneered.

"No, how could I lose?"

Leng Yun roared, he suddenly rose to his feet and kicked out towards Yang Canfei, like wind and thunder.

Yang Can sneered, if he did it just now, how many cold clouds there were, I am afraid that he would all die, but this is on the competition platform, he can't violate the rules.

Between heaven and earth, there are avenues, and Taiji people have their own guidelines, and they can only seek the way, not go against the road.

"Pour!"

Yang Can tripped the ash stick in his hand, Leng Yun was unusually obedient, and fell into a fight.

"Pour! pour!"

Yang Can drank the words in his mouth, and the ash stick in his hand kept tripping.

Every time Leng Yun wanted to get up, he would trip over the ash stick, and the more quickly he got up, the harder he fell, and he fell countless heels, only to fall with a blue nose and swollen face, and a gold star in his eyes.

Leng Yun's face was cold and arrogant, and he disappeared completely at this moment, his body was covered with dust, his hair was scattered, and his body was covered with blood, and he was extremely embarrassed.

"A sword is a good sword, but it's a pity that you can't use it, so what's the point?"

Yang Can sneered.

As soon as the ash stick in his hand was raised, Leng Yun flew up from the ground, and with a bang, he fell to the ground.

I follow people's backs, and I can fight as much as I want.

Leng Yun looked around left and right, and was horrified to find that the place where he fell was the circle that Yang Can had drawn for Lei Leopard.

Tai Chi is a subtle technique!