()"The swordsmanship of the Sword Dancing Valley pays attention to the word smart. Today, I want you to see what real swordsmanship is!" Fu Donghai suddenly released a large amount of true qi in his body, and the sword, which was already slightly yellowed because of the true qi, was even more like real loess at this moment.

"My Nangong family's swordsmanship, pay attention to the elegant way, you don't have to keep your hands. It just so happened that let me see if it was my Nangong family that was powerful, or if you were better at Sword Dancing Valley?" Nangong Ming said, but his subordinates kept stopping, and the sword shadow flickering left and right was like a cowhide plaster, once it was pasted, it was necessary to bring a layer of skin when it was pulled off!

The Dancing Sword Valley and the Nangong family both have their own unique swordsmanship comprehension, and now these two sets of swordsmanship that are also swordsmanship have finally met together.

Smart or elegant, which will be stronger?......

The sound of swords colliding is endless, but for ordinary people, this competition is not as visually impactful as the previous one. The reason for this can only be attributed to the fact that the two who are facing each other at this moment are too fast.

In the eyes of Lin Yu and the others, Nangong Ming was in the wind, and the cyan cyclone seemed to be holding him at ease. On the other hand, Fu Donghai is taking a strange step that can be called weird, giving people the feeling of dancing.

Although Fu Donghai's posture really can't reflect the graceful feeling of this footwork, it is enough to cope with Nangong Ming's breezy stroll.

can also see the figures of the two at this moment, in addition to the person who practices martial arts, there is another person, that is, the first person in today's Great Qian, Emperor Mingxuan of the Ninth Five-Year Plan.

Emperor Mingxuan spent many years in the military when he was young, and he himself had the physique and killing skills of a qualified soldier. In addition, according to legend, every emperor of Daqian will practice a secret technique after ascending the throne, and only the Son of Heaven can do it in the whole world. As for its specific content, it is unknown.

"The swordsmanship of the Nangong family is really as good as the rumors say. A purple light flashed from Emperor Mingxuan's tiger eyes. It's a pity that everyone has long been attracted by the two figures fighting fiercely in the field, and no one will notice him in the tent......

"Sword Dance Xiaoxiang!" The sword in Fu Donghai's hand was divided into three, forming an extremely regular triangle. However, if you have heard of the swordsmanship of the Dancing Sword Valley, you will know that these three brilliant sword flowers are actually real bodies. No matter which one you are swept by, you will be hit by an unbearable blow.

Nangong Ming naturally had foreseen the swordsmanship of the Dancing Sword Valley, and in order to help Lin Yu, he had already studied every opponent he might encounter thoroughly in the past few nights. Therefore, before Fu Donghai's sword blade reached his body, a cyclone suddenly appeared under his feet, directly carrying his body into the air.

"I knew you had this trick. The corners of Fu Donghai's mouth twitched, and the sword in his hand took advantage of the situation to move upward, and a thick earthy yellow true qi drove the flying sand and rocks on the ground to rise from the ground in an instant, attacking Nangong Ming who was in the air.

"Wind Sweep Dance!" Nangong Ming's body suddenly spun like a spinning top, and gusts of wind blew up, but Nangong Ming, who was in the eye of the wind, was frantically gathering wind elements in all directions, and in a moment, a huge cyclone suddenly formed.

"This wind whirlwind dance can actually be produced in the air?" Lin Yu's eyes froze, during the game the day before yesterday, Lin Yu had seen Nangong Ming use this trick, but it was a strong rotation with the ground as the support. Now, Nangong Ming is in mid-air, and he can still launch this move when he has nowhere to focus, has his comprehension of the wind reached such a point?

The earthy yellow sand and gravel and the azure cyclone converged, and the rocks that had given people a strong sense of danger just now not only returned in vain after encountering an even more powerful cyclone, but also scattered and flew out at all to the call of the East China Sea.

It's a pity that Nangong Ming's Wind Scroll Dance is a purely defensive move, and he has no power to attack the oncoming Fu Donghai.

Fu Donghai, who crashed into the cyan cyclone, stabbed out diagonally, and the tip of the sword glowing with earthy yellow light broke through the heavy wind wall and struck Nangong Ming's left shoulder.

Nangong Ming's right hand shook, and the Qingmang Sword slashed downward, but it was a touch of the oncoming opponent. With the force of this impact, Nangong Ming's body retreated a few feet lightly, just out of Fu Donghai's attack range.

"Since Your Excellency is a martial arts competition, why dodge and dodge, what is there to let the horse over. Fu Donghai stopped his move, stood in place and looked at Nangong Ming a few feet away and said.

For Nangong Ming, who seemed to be idle, but could dodge his own killing moves at every critical moment, Fu Donghai felt a sense of powerlessness.

"Hehe, that's exactly what I mean!" Nangong Ming's handsome face suddenly drew a beautiful arc, and with a slight hook under his feet, a cyan longbow suddenly appeared at his feet.

"Okay! Xiao Ming blindly dodged just now, it turned out to be for this!" Lin Yu's face also smiled, just now Nangong Ming seemed to be forced to dodge by the opponent, but in fact, he kept getting close to the bow and arrow that he had abandoned before. Now that it has just landed in the place where the bow and arrow are, a cold arrow has suddenly occurred, and the opponent will be defenseless.

As Lin Yu expected, seemingly inadvertently opening his bow shot out three deadly arrows that flashed with blue light. Because these three arrows are blessed by the true qi of the wind, both their strength and speed are much stronger than usual.

What's even better is that the three arrows are also in the shape of regular characters, as if they are intentionally humiliating the opponent, whether it is the trend or the appearance of coming at the same time, they are the same as Fu Donghai's sword moves before.

"Damn!" Fu Donghai was angry in his heart, but he also knew that he couldn't deal with it. Nangong Ming's archery skills have reached the point where he has no skills, and even if he is a casual arrow, he will never allow the opponent to have time to react. When Fu Donghai wanted to swing his sword to block, the three arrows had already flown in front of him.

"Thick earth wall!" Fu Donghai stomped on the ground at his feet, and a handful of loess suddenly flew in front of him and quickly became an earthen wall-like defense. Although Nangong Ming's incomparably sharp arrow passed directly through the earthen wall, it was this extremely short pause that gave Fu Donghai enough time to dodge.

"Hehe, the warm-up is over, next, I will use swordsmanship to duel with you!" Nangong Ming flicked the Qingmang sword lightly, and the crisp sound like a dragon's groan accompanied by its suddenly disappeared figure suddenly towards Fu Donghai.

When Nangong Ming fought with Fu Donghai just now, he naturally secretly retained three points of strength. In order to observe the strength of the other party and what Cheng Dù the sword has moved. Now that he had a rough idea in his heart, naturally, a sense of certainty led him to choose the most direct method.

The sound of swords colliding hit again, Nangong Ming slashed horizontally with a sword, and Fu Donghai flashed his body. Nangong Mingwei was short, his right leg touched the ground and swept again, Fu Donghai had no choice but to get up from the ground, but found that there was suddenly no figure in front of him, and after he was alarmed, he didn't look at it and went directly to the back with all his strength.

I saw that the cyan true qi as sharp as a blade and the heavy loess element cut a gap in the opponent's clothes.

"The wind is everywhere. Now that you are surrounded by my figure, I will see how you dodge!" As the voice fell, several shadows of Nangong Ming really appeared around Fu Donghai, and the interval between the creation and disappearance of each shadow was almost negligible.

And every shadow will wave the sword in his hand, and Sen Sen's sword qi will attack, and in the blink of an eye, Fu Donghai, who is in the middle, will be tightly surrounded.

"Immovable as a mountain!" Fu Donghai didn't seem to care about the blade of the sword that was about to reach his body, but he slammed his sword towards the top. The ground beneath his feet was as if it had just been, and in every direction there was a wave of earth and rocks that carried the momentum of impact. These seemingly powerless dead things, after being attached to the earthy yellow light, actually resisted the sword blades coming from all directions.

Fu Donghai's sword pointed diagonally just against Nangong Ming, who was stabbed by another sword, and the latter did not take advantage of the momentum to jump upward, and reflexively rushed straight into the opponent's brain.

Nangong Ming's body was already slender and slender, and at this moment, his body was all spread out in the air, except for the sword-wielding arm, the other limbs were stretched out at will as if he got up in the morning, and he was indescribably free and easy.

Fu Donghai's sword blade, which had already been withdrawn, suddenly changed direction, and it actually blocked Nangong Ming's attack without a single bit. It's just that this time they met, Nangong Ming seemed to condense his whole body strength on the blade of the sword, and the huge impact force directly took Fu Donghaizhen back a few steps.

"If you lift weights lightly, hehe, the swordsmanship of the Nangong family actually has such sword intent. "Among the people present, there is no shortage of people with outstanding eyesight, and Shi Yanguo from Mujianmen is one of them.

Although he had long heard that Nangong Sword Technique was unique in the rivers and lakes, he didn't expect that seemingly random sword to condense such a powerful force. This ability to convert the attack power of the sword body itself at will is something that everyone can't do with swordsmanship, but Nangong Ming, a young man who is just and weak in the crown, actually did it.

Among them, I am afraid that it is inseparable from the famous Nangong swordsmanship......

When Fu Donghai was fighting with this sword, he obviously didn't please him, and as his body involuntarily retreated one after another, his meridians seemed to be full of knife cuts, and he even lost a button on his clothes, and he almost had a tendency to fall.

"Haha! Come again!" The rise of Nangong Mingdou did not give Fu Donghai a chance to breathe at all, and the cyan cyclone under his feet appeared and he took refuge again.

"I can't ask for it!" Regardless of whether the body is injured or not, his own momentum must not be lost to the other party. Fu Donghai gritted his teeth and raised his sword, and in the flashing light, the good-looking swordsmanship that seemed to be dancing came out again.

At this moment, the eyes of the audience have been firmly attracted by the two. Nangong Ming's body surrounded by green shadows appeared and disappeared from time to time, and the seemingly random swing of the hilt of the sword often brought Fu Donghai to resist with all his might.

On the other hand, Fu Donghai, although it seems to be a passive defense, if you look closely at his posture. However, he found that no matter how tricky Nangong Ming's sword angle was, Fu Donghai, who was swimming around the field like a dance, could always resist the opponent's attack at the last moment.

The two of them saw that the move was getting faster and faster, and after a while, the kung fu actually brought a huge wind. It's just that in this strong cyan wind, there is a touch of yellow mixed in. No matter how strong the wind whirlwind, it can't swallow the opponent's light after all.

"Wind Death Thirteen Swords!" Nangong Ming's box-pressing technique was finally released with the fullness of the wind true qi in his body.