Luojiang Academy.

In the middle of the night, the bright moon hangs high like a silver plate.

Teaching Building.

Wen Ting was wearing a cloth shirt, standing on the roof of the building, the breeze blowing, blowing the hem of the clothes.

In front of him was a sword with a coarse cloth binding handle, hidden in a leather scabbard, and the sword intent was restrained.

He had a scruffy beard and deep eyes, looking out at a deep alley in Luojiang City.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind him, and an old man with a hunched back appeared beside Wen Ting, the old man had a white beard and white hair, and a warm smile on his face, kind and kind.

"Dean."

Wen Ting greeted.

"You recommended Fang Lang to that old ghost's shop to buy a sword?"

Dean Cui said with a smile.

"Aren't you afraid that moody old ghost will kill Fang Lang?"

Wen Ting picked up the sword, held it with both hands, the hilt of the sword pointed obliquely at the moon disk on the Tianhe, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "Fang Lang can't die, there is a Liansheng sword, and the old ghost is reluctant to do it." ”

"Alas, the old ghost is ...... like me"

Dean Cui narrowed his eyes: "That old ghost is a ruthless person wanted by the Ministry of War, and you are also wanted?" ”

Wen Ting exhaled turbid air and said, "Dean, this joke is not funny. ”

"That old ghost's sword-casting level, the top ten in the Tang Dynasty, in his shop, Fang Lang can find a sword worthy of Liansheng, otherwise, Fang Lang's dual sword skills will definitely not be perfect."

Wen Ting said: "I'm doing it for his good. ”

Dean Cui tilted his head and glanced at Wen Ting: "Are you sure it's not because you sent Fang Lang to let that old ghost take a look at Liansheng, which can be regarded as paying off the sword money you owe on credit?" ”

The corners of Wen Ting's mouth twitched.

Holding the sword, looking at the bright moon from afar, the vicissitudes of life are profound.

"Dean, I can't talk about it today."

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Boom!

The wooden door bursts and the sawdust flies!

Fang Lang's heels pressed against the threshold, his body fell backwards, and the knife slashed through the arc, suddenly breeding knife qi, spreading several feet, blowing away the dust on the ground!

Fang Lang kicked up the sword step and burst out, and the sword qi crashed into the honest young man!

The young man slapped the back of the knife with his sword, splitting Fang Lang's sword step and sword qi into pieces, and then a majestic qi and blood surged from the blade, as if the waves were rolling, the angry dragon roared with its head high, and there was a thunder behind the sword like a cloud, and it was cut down!

Fang Lang's hairs stand upside down!

The sword step was used again, trying to pull away.

The young man only used the cultivation of a nine-rank martial artist, but it gave Fang Lang a suffocating sense of crampedness and depression!

It's so strong!

He is worthy of being a martial arts genius in Chang'an Academy!

Boom!

Fang Lang's body turned, his green shirt flew, and the knife that was cut down almost slashed against the waist on the threshold!

Fang Lang's legs were raised high, and he picked up the arc and pressed the boy fiercely!

The Liansheng sword touched the ground, and the sword body bent, bursting out with power.

This is the sword move that Liu Bubai used at the beginning, and Fang Lang secretly learned it!

Seeing this, the honest young man grinned: "Sword cultivation and martial arts hand-to-hand combat...... You're not wise enough. ”

The young man's palm turned into a claw, but he didn't dodge it, and he took Fang Lang's leg backwards, and his five fingers grabbed Fang Lang's leg like a hook.

Picked it up suddenly, the ink-colored long knife in his hand was slashed out from bottom to top, if Fang Lang couldn't dodge, he might be split in half by a knife!

However, the corners of Fang Lang's mouth opened and a smile was revealed.

After using the forging body card, Fang Lang's physical body is not weak!

Mobilizing the qi and blood of the whole body, Fang Lang's legs, the power suddenly burst out, like the terrifying tide of the rushing river!

The young man was stunned for a moment, and the next moment a different color flashed in his eyes!

Fang Lang's leg smashed down heavily, pressing the palm of the young man's hand that was grabbing his leg, and hitting the young man's shoulder.

The boy bent his knees slightly, and the smoke and wood chips within a few feet of his feet seemed to be static for a moment, and many wood chips seemed to freeze in the air.

Quiet and quiet, the world suddenly broke out!

Boom!

Fang Lang kicked like a frog and kicked the young man's chest fiercely.

The boy kicked back a step, and the smoke exploded, flowing backwards along the invisible arc.

And Fang Lang stabbed out Liansheng, collided with the knife swung by the young man, and sparked everywhere.

Then, Fang Lang's body floated, landed on the spot, and cast the Spirit Void Sword Step, ethereal distance.

Fang Lang's face was solemn, and the Liansheng Sword was in the shape of a drawn sword, gathering sword momentum!

Time seemed to stand still, and the dust and sawdust in front of the two of them rose and fell under the frost and cold moonlight of the night.

Blacksmith corner.

The old man held the tea and calmly watched the confrontation between the juniors.

Fang Lang and the honest boy made thrilling moves, like falling on a smooth staggered chessboard.

The blacks and whites all make the calm chessboard ripple unpeacefully.

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……

"Something, your sword is much more durable than Lu Ze's."

"A sword cultivator, but a minor has martial arts."

Juvenile Road.

Fang Lang also felt the strength of the honest young man, the momentum on the other party's body was gradually changing, no longer tempting, like a tiger that was originally lying on its stomach, gradually getting up, showing a hunting posture!

"Toggle the Tether State."

Switching to Lao Jiang's fetters state, Fang Lang's eyes were also like sparks that perceived everything in the dark night, and his momentum was rising steadily, and he was actually not a weak and honest young man.

The honest boy felt it, the curvature of the corners of his mouth became larger, and his body trembled slightly.

My body is warmed up, and I feel it!

Fang Lang raised his hand slightly: "Old man, borrow a sword." ”

The words fell, the old man's fingers were a little farther away, and a fine steel sword shot towards Fang Lang.

Fang Lang held it, holding the sword in both hands, his figure disappeared in an instant, and the spirit void sword was ethereal!

And the honest young man tilted his head slightly.

"Click!"

The spine is like a dragon, and the crisp sound explodes the silent night!

The next moment, the young man's body was squirming and bulging, the distinct muscle lines were shining under the moonlight, the body was tall, and the blood was surging!

The inky long knife is swung out and slashed to the side!

Whew—

Screeching!

Fang Lang only felt the terrifying huge force, making his tiger's mouth almost burst, if it wasn't for the forging of his body, maybe this knife would have cut him down!

What a domineering power!

What kind of devilish strength is this?!

Fang Lang's body fell to the ground, his toes hit the ground continuously, and he jumped up again with the help of his strength, and the two swords were thrown out, spinning and slashing continuously!

Swordsmen specialize, double sword streams!

Fang Lang's sword was so fast that he couldn't see the shadow, he landed and deceived himself, and the double swords stabbed out quickly, and in the darkness, only the remnants of the Dao Dao remained!

The honest boy resisted with a knife, and his speed was a little unable to keep up with the waves, and the sparks splashed in all directions.

After greeting dozens of swords in a row.

The young man's eyes were sharp, and he slashed out with a knife, as if he was pulling out a mountain!

The air seemed to be split, and the terrifying strength and sword rays were actually terrifying like landslides and tsunamis!

Fang Lang held his sword in both hands and crossed it to resist a knife.

With a crisp sound, Fang Lang was almost struck into the ground, this brute force was too terrifying!

In the next moment, the young man approached again, but he no longer made a knife, and smashed down on Fang Lang's head with a punch, his qi and blood were like a shocking wave, so that the dust around him flowed backwards, sailing against the current, and converging on his fist!

Boom!!!

The masonry on the ground has sunken and cracked, sinking deeply!

Fang Lang used the Spirit Void Sword to dodge under the pressure of the young man's fist, and the young man pulled out his fist, and the broken masonry on the ground was lifted one after another, shooting towards Fang Lang like a cannonball!

Fang Lang's double swords wield like a waterfall!

Cut through all the rubble and explode endless dust in front of you, like cutting a piece of light in the darkness!

It's so strong!

Fang Lang's eyes were also full of excitement, is this person also going to participate in the scientific examination?

It is worthy of the Tang Dynasty scientific expedition, which should not be underestimated.

The pride of the world has gathered, and any one of them is terrifying!

It's like an early rehearsal of the scientific expedition!

The pinnacle level of swordsmen, the confrontation between swords and martial arts!

Both of them are really hot!

The honest boy did not chase Fang Lang.

Instead, he held the knife in both hands, his eyes were nailed, and the ink-colored long knife in his hand was suddenly pierced into the earth by the young man!

"Secret Technique: Earth Fury!"

The young man's body burst out with qi and blood, like a burning bonfire in the dark night!

Black knife turn!

Bang bang bang!

Fang Lang suddenly felt the turmoil of the earth, and in the next moment, the masonry on the ground exploded like a spider web, and there was smoke and dust that rushed upside down, stirring endlessly.

A strong sense of crisis is approaching!

But I saw that in the explosion of ground air, the boy turned into a black shadow, and the speed was extremely fast.

Fang Lang could only protect himself with his dual swords, and the young man's attacks came from all directions, as if there were shadows in all directions!

It's like a radius of one zhang, and it's all a juvenile realm!

Fang Lang gritted his teeth, and all the spiritual energy poured into Liansheng.

Face the incoming dark shadow.

It's also a sword handed!

Countless sword qi breeded, converging on Fang Lang's sword, and there was a faint shadow of a lotus bud, enveloping the black shadow's punch.

Secret Trick vs. Secret Trick!

Heaven and earth are a lotus.

Sword Lotus, open!

Rumble!

There was blood splashing, the honest young man blocked the sword lotus with a black knife, and continued to swing down with the sword qi of the sword lotus in his fist, instantly full of wounds cut by the sword qi, and blood soared!

Fang Lang smashed out the fine steel sword in his left hand and collided with the young man's fist, and the iron sword shattered inch by inch.

However.

The smoke and dust dispersed like a gust of wind.

Fang Lang's cheeks came out of the flying dust, close to the young man's face.

The young man squinted, and Fang Lang smiled.

And Fang Lang let go of the hilt of the stainless steel sword, and his thumb against his middle finger pointed at the young man's head.

Flick your fingers, sword wave!

And the old power of the teenager is replaced by the new power, and he swings his fist again!

The sword wave collided with the fist, the aura exploded, the boy's fist was swung open, and the smoke and dust flowing rapidly around his body poured like a waterfall!

And beneath the smoke and dust.

Fang Lang's eyes were shining, he gritted his teeth, and there was a thunderclap after the bones collided like a cloud, and then pinched his fingerprints, and between the five fingers, there was blood fainting.

But......

Sword wave, two bullets!

If you can't win with one finger, then ...... Two fingers!

Boom!

The poured smoke and dust were torn, and the burly young figure, with his head tilted back, had blood in the arc of the shower under the moonlight, and his body flew out upside down, smashing the ground and sliding out more than seven feet.

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On the long street, the blacksmith shop has regained its tranquility.

In the corner of the shop, the old man was half-open, slightly stunned.

Holding the teacup in your hand, subconsciously rub the rim of the cup with the lid and take a sip.

The cup of tea, unconsciously, has gradually cooled.

PS: Chapters and chapters are nearly 3,000 words, short? Lao Li is not short at all! Ask for freshly baked recommendation tickets~