Before coming, Zhou Madman had carefully inquired about the information about the Dripping Sword!

After all, he's just crazy, not stupid!

The dripping sword is a first-class counterattack with a second-rate body, even if it is a coincidence, even if there are countless masters who join forces to suppress and weaken its influence, but this matter will definitely leave a heavy mark in the history of the rivers and lakes, even if it will be repeatedly mentioned after a hundred years.

Since its debut, the Dripping Sword has not been defeated!

Today, its combat power is recognized as being among the best.

Even if this first-class is watery, the total amount of internal force is long-lasting, and it can't be compared with the normal first-class at all, but he invites the battle at this time, and it is not considered to bully the small.

The rivers and lakes will only remember the glory of the winner; No one wants to go to the trouble of understanding the downsides of the loser.

As long as he wins one and a half moves, he can step on the name of the dripping sword and spread it in the rivers and lakes for thousands of years.

But now, when he really saw the brilliant sword light, there was only a deep regret left in his heart.

This is only a little bit faster?!

The old man of plum blossoms and the owner of Xuansu Village mistook me!

He wants to dodge, but he also wants to hide; But when people are in the air, there is no room for maneuver at all, and they can only erect a four-foot orange and yellow internal force to protect their bodies.

More thoughts didn't have time to turn, and the sword flashed by.

Although the internal force of the ordinary first-class room is deep, there is no qualitative gap, and the blood-colored sword is slightly paused, and then it is easy to pass through.

Crystal blood flowers fly in the wind.

Depressed, terrifying, permeated with an indescribable evil beauty.

Click!

The corpse fell, smashing the long table in the center of the hall to pieces.

The calm and calm old Liu Tou fell to the ground, stuffed the cigarette stick into his mouth, and wanted to smoke slowly, but his hands trembled too much, and the cigarette holder kept hitting his nose and eyes, but he couldn't get into his mouth.

If it was in the past, seeing this scene, everyone would inevitably laugh at Lao Liu Tou, but at this moment, the scene was quiet.

Everyone's hearts were captured by the brilliance of that sword, and they couldn't return to their senses for a long time.

Corner.

"Grandpa, the dripping sword seems to be quite powerful."

Shi Zhongyu was born in Wudang Shangqingguan, and after all, he had some insight and was the first to come back to his senses.

Ding Busanba took a big puff of smoke, and the smoke was like two small dragons coming out of his nostrils, and after a long while, he said, "This sword is really terrifying!" ”

“……”

Shi Zhongyu was speechless.

Although he also felt that this swordsmanship was extremely terrifying, Ding Busan's appearance of talking and laughing and killing people was not much better these days. I thought that if I hugged my thighs and waited for Ding Busan to ascend to the position of the young gang leader of the Changle Gang, I would be freed, and I didn't have to worry about the pursuit of the Snow Mountain Faction.

Behold...... On weekdays, the second child, the eldest Ding's thigh seems to be cowardly first......

"Grandpa, can't you take this sword too?" Ding Jue saw that his lover was lost, and he was unwilling to ask. In her eyes, her grandfather is omnipotent. No matter how powerful the enemy is, he can't help his grandfather with a cigarette stick.

"Don't worry, if you really meet, grandpa won't scare him!"

Ding Busan smiled and stroked Ding Jue's head, squinting slightly, but there was a trace of worry hidden in the depths of his eyes.

The Lingnan Ding family is also a martial arts family.

In this generation, he and his younger brother Ding Busi are top masters, but their internal strength is not surprising. It seems that it is only one foot away from the six feet of the top first-class internal force, but this foot is a qualitative change!

The top-notch internal force is more condensed than the ordinary first-class internal force, and in the face of the terrifying sword drawing style, the external release of the protective internal force can at least weaken the sword qi, and then there is a great room for turning around whether it is to hide or to connect.

Now, if he fights with the Dripping Sword, he can only rely on his exquisite moves and deep internal force to press forward step by step, not giving him a chance to draw his sword.

He is too old and his energy is a little lacking, if he can't win quickly and drag on for a long time, it is very likely that he will follow in the footsteps of An Fengtian in Jindaozhai.

……

The news of the dripping sword sword slashing the madman of Zhou was like a raging wind in Zhenjiang Mansion.

In less than half an hour, everyone knows it.

Zhong Zhan, the swordsman of the Diancang faction, and Mo Zhuzi, the three friends of Sui Han, rushed to the scene as soon as possible.

"Terrible!"

Fengyun Swordsman Zhong Zhan looked at the sword marks on the beams.

The beam of the room is about 20 feet away from the window seat, and the distance from the footprint is 15 feet, plus the arm length, the sword posture.

He could already sketch the scene in his mind.

Zhou madman leaped into the air, the left foot of the dripping sword stepped lightly, and the momentum of the blow was like a flash of lightning, and in an instant, the hole pierced through the body of Zhou Maniac, and left a foot-deep sword mark on the beam of the house nine feet away.

Nine feet is the peak of the first-class and the threshold of the top first-class. Dongfang Yi is a first-class newcomer, and his internal strength is not more than three feet away, but after drawing his sword, he can burst out an attack comparable to the peak of the first-class, which is really a genius.

"It's a pity."

Mo Zhuzi jumped on the beam of the house, and pressed the sword mark with his left hand, and there were a few more sawdust between his fingers.

Mixed rivers and lakes, there are only wrong names, no wrong nicknames.

He was light and thin, with a gloomy face, and a black cloth robe, which looked like a dried fig.

Fengyun Swordsman Zhong Zhan's eyes fell on the sawdust and nodded: "It's indeed a pity." ”

The two drifted away.

The people in the teahouse were confused.

"It's a pity, it's a pity what?! Old Liutou, do you know? A visitor asked.

"This ...... This ......"

Lao Liu Tou finally poked the cigarette holder in his mouth and smoked beautifully.

"If you have something to say, let it go if you have a fart, you will be rewarded!" The spectators urged.

Lao Liu took a deep puff of cigarette, relieved himself, and smiled bitterly: "Lao Liu is also a storyteller!" Do you know martial arts?! Ladies and gentlemen, don't embarrass me. ”

"Shh

The crowd booed.

In the corner, Ding Jue asked softly, "Grandpa, what are they sorry for?" ”

Ding Busan didn't reply, just a gloomy face.

After a quarter of an hour, I couldn't stand the shaking of my granddaughter's arm and had to explain in detail.

When the Qi Sutra is opened, the internal force will be greatly condensed than before, so it can be easily released from the body.

This Dongfang Yi's sword qi can shoot nine feet away, which shows that the move is terrifying, but in the end, the sword qi fell on the beam, leaving powder. This can only show that Dongfang Yi's internal strength has only reached the condensation level of ordinary first-class martial artists.

In other words, Dongfang Yi is just practicing ordinary exercises.

Internal force is the root of the human body, and it has its own imprint after cultivation, so it can be like an arm. Unless there is a top-notch practice in the same lineage, or a transfer of absolute learning, there is basically no possibility of re-cultivating another practice.

Even if you succeed by luck, it will be difficult to break through to a higher realm because of the marks left before.

A first-class martial artist returns to the essence of cultivation, which is the cultivation of internal force.

With a second-rate body, this Dongfang Yi has mastered peerless swordsmanship, and his kendo talent is rare.

If you practice the top exercises, you must be a legend of the sword path that is not weaker than the Huashan Sword Saint.

It's a pity that it's just an ordinary exercise, if there is no great adventure, it is impossible to become a peak powerhouse in this life.

When Old Man Ding explained, his voice was not small.

Everyone in the teahouse also pricked up their ears one by one.