"Get out!"

Tian Bule thought that he was going to tear his face anyway, so he simply did the bad guy to the end, and angrily reprimanded: "Let Yan Ping come out to see me! You are not qualified to talk to me!"

Lu Dong's face turned red angrily, and he pointed at Tian Bule and said, "Okay, don't even think about running today, hit me!" Lu Dong said, took out the long sword on his waist and slashed straight down towards Tian Bule, and the sword swordsman of the Sword Pavilion behind him followed.

The people watching the excitement around saw that the two sides finally fought, and hurriedly hid to the side. However, he still refused to leave, and it seems that the nature of the Chinese onlookers has been since ancient times.

However, at this time, Tian Bule was no longer allowed to consider the issue of national character.

Lu Dong roared, holding the sword in both hands, kicked on the ground under his feet, and his body rushed towards Tian Bule at an unstoppable speed, leaving a phantom on the ground.

Everyone only felt a flower in front of them, Lu Dong had already come to Tian Bule's side, and the long sword in his hand was slashed head-on, and the onlookers couldn't help but gasp and worry about Tian Bule.

However, in Tian Bule's eyes, Lu Dong's speed was just average, and his movements were like slow motion in Tian Bule's vision. When Lu Dong's long sword slashed, Tian Bule leaned over, dodged, and at the same time raised his right foot and kicked Lu Dong in the chest.

Bang Lu Dong flew back at a faster speed, and smashed several Zhao Mo swordsmen.

The leader was defeated by Tian Bule with one move, and he didn't even pull out the Dragon Yin Sword on his waist, which shocked everyone, and Zhao Mo's swordsman was demoralized. Although the news of Tian Bule's defeat of Lian Jin spread all over Handan, except for Mrs. Ya, no one else saw Tian Bule's swordsmanship.

Lu Dong is enough to rank in the top three in the Zhao Mo Sword Pavilion, except for Yan Ping, but he doesn't even have the ability to force Tian Bule to draw his sword, isn't this kind of swordsmanship shocking? But Tian Bule also has a part of his tricks, as a former surgeon, in terms of human body structure, no one in this era is more proficient than him. Tian Bule's kick just now suddenly came out when Lu Dong's remaining strength was exhausted, but before Lu Dong could react, he kicked him to the ground.

Taking advantage of the panic on Zhao Mo's swordsman's side, Mo Fei's attack and the other four major ink masters led the ink masters to press up. Without a leader, Zhao Mo's swordsman fell into a situation of being beaten passively.

For a while, at the entrance of Zhao Mojian Pavilion, there was a shout of killing.

At this time, a man with a loud voice shouted in a deep voice: "Wait!"

After hearing this, Zhao Mo's swordsmen, who were still fighting, stopped fighting one after another.

Tian Bule raised his eyes, and a tall man wearing a black cloth shirt and stepping on straw sandals appeared at the door of the sword hall, his eyes were sharp, like two sharp swords, his lips were very thin, and he knew at a glance that he was not a person with a lot of energy.

Tian Bule said secretly: "Yan Ping, you finally appeared." ”

Yan Ping walked over slowly, and everyone got out of the way. After that, the Ink Swordsmen surrounded Yan Ping and Tian Bule in the middle. These similarly dressed people seemed to have a deep hatred, and they all glared angrily.

Yan Ping pulled out the Juzi Sword, which was at least half longer than the ordinary sword on his back, and looked at Tian Bule coldly and said, "Tian Bule, you actually bullied the head of Zhao Mo Sword Pavilion, it is really too deceitful. Let Ben Juzi see what tricks that stupid Yuanzong has passed on to you today?"

Tian Bule's body shook up, his head was held high, his eyes flashed coldly, and he stared at Yan Ping and said: "There is only one juzi, but it's not you, it's me!"

Yan Ping snorted angrily, obviously very angry in his heart, and said, "Okay! Mo Dao Juzi will know more about the swordsmanship of this Dao than the Mo Dao swordsman. If you can win me today, I will cancel the title of Giant. If you can't win against me, you're not qualified to be a big man!"

Tian Bule immediately understood Yan Ping's cunning. Yan Ping said this so that Tian Bule had to use the Mozi sword technique to fight him, otherwise he would not be able to get Yan Ping's recognition. Yan Ping's wishful thinking is that Tian Bule's practice of Mozi swordsmanship has only been a few months, and Yan Ping has been immersed in Mozi swordsmanship for more than 30 years. If it is a competition in Mozi's swordsmanship, Tian Bule, even if he is a disciple of the sword saint Cao Qiudao, will definitely be defeated.

It's a pity that Yan Ping didn't know that Tian Bule had learned the "three major killing moves" that specifically restrained Mozi's swordsmanship.

The surroundings became silent, everyone knew that Yan Ping's swordsmanship was unfathomable, of course, some people secretly applauded, and some people were worried about Tian Bule.

Tian Bule stared at Yan Ping with his eyes, stretched out his hand and pulled out the Dragon Yin Sword, his heart gushed out with a soaring murderous aura, steaming like a hot mist, and at the same time, his heart was clear, all fate was destroyed, and only his Dragon Yin Sword and the other party's Juzi Sword were left between heaven and earth, and there was nothing else.

At the same time, Yan Ping's momentum is also constantly improving. Although he is as steady as a mountain, there is no flaw. However, Tian Bule seemed to fully understand all the movements and intentions of the enemy, and reflected them in his state of mind like a blue sky and a blue sea. This is exactly Mo Zhai's three major killing moves, "guarding the heart like jade", through the strange breathing method, single-minded mind, and with the dragon descending true qi in the body, he is like a Buddha on the ground, and suddenly attained the Tao of the monk, reaching the ultimate state of this kind of swordsmanship. In the eyes of onlookers, Tian Bule suddenly changed into another person, the deep pavilion is as calm as water, but it contains explosive power and murderous aura.

Among the onlookers, there were many great experts with swords, and they couldn't help but feel shocked, naturally knowing that this kind of realm could best exert the essence of swordsmanship.

Yan Ping showed a solemn look, he knew well that Mozi's swordsmanship was heavy on defense and not heavy on attack, and he bullied Tian Bule to be young and irritable, and made up his mind not to attack as the main attack. If it weren't for Tian Bule's terrifying momentum, he would never be so humble. （http：／／.)。

Tian Bule's eyes fell on the opponent's giant sword. In the sunlight, the body of the sword, which was like a burst of phosphorescence, emitted an indescribable brilliance, which was spotless and extremely sharp. He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, Mozi's swordsmanship was clumsy, and this kind of sharp long sword was not contrary to the spirit of Mozi's swordsmanship? Unless Yan Ping had another unique skill, this kind of sword would never be able to bring out the essence of Mozi's swordsmanship. Thinking of this, he already had a plan in his heart, lifted the Dragon Yin Sword, and slowly and forcefully pressed towards Yan Ping step by step. Yan Ping's eyes shot out of the gloomy owl, staring at Tian Bule's shoulders.

The people around them all held their breath, as if they were all infected by the atmosphere before the big battle between the two of them.

The surrounding Wushuang stared at the two people in the field, and it seemed very quiet around, leaving only Tian Bule's rhythmic footsteps that seemed to be in harmony with heaven and earth. Everyone had a strange feeling, as if everything was in Tian Bule's control, and everything had to bow down to him, knowing that this was the subtle change brought to him by the true qi of the dragon, the kind of momentum that looked down on the world had a mysterious deterrent, and people with low martial arts were oppressed by this momentum, and they couldn't even pull out their swords.

Tian Bule's heart swelled with pride, a crack like a shout, and he used three major killing moves to attack instead of defend the move, Mozi's sword seemed to shrink and spit, and suddenly followed a mysterious and incomparable, with a deep physical path, directly hitting Yan Ping's face. Yan Ping is such a ruthless person, also taken aback, only to feel that the opponent's sword is like the Yangtze River, gushing endlessly, if he only adopts the Mozi swordsmanship's defensive style, he will immediately fall into a fighting situation, what is even more amazing is that the opponent's sword momentum faintly restrains the Mozi swordsmanship, but it is also a trick that cannot be doubted in the Mozi swordsmanship.