Looking at the eighteen-style swordsmanship of the ancient times, except for the eighteenth style that has never been seen, it seems that each style pays quite attention to the speed of the sword, but it is only regarded as one of the factors that constitute the sword move, only this style shows a complete dependence on speed, and it is also the purest dependence, because the opportunity is fleeting, so a sword, only one sword, and only one sword.

This formula does not admit defeat, so there can only be one sword, and then whether it succeeds or not, in a short period of time, there will be no second sword.

The original meaning of this style is to become benevolent if it is not successful, which also determines that this style will be the most meticulous among the eighteen styles of swordsmanship, and there must be no negligence.

And the world's martial arts, invincible, only fast and unbreakable, if you want to truly achieve a single leak, the only way to master the speed, preemptive.

But when it comes to speed...

"Uhhh

Seeing a sword light coming from a distance, the old man immediately slapped a palm, never thought that he was still a step too late, the sword light was far faster than he saw, Rao is he reacted in advance, but it was still difficult to stop it. had no choice but to jump away quickly at the moment when the sword light attacked, but he didn't want to make him pay the price of bloodshed even if it was like this.

Covering the shallow wound on his arm, a trace of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, but Xiao Yue didn't care about giving him time to think, and without even the slightest delay, he changed the direction and killed again, and in an instant, five swords were in a row, the sword was extraordinary, and a sword was more vicious than a sword, and the old man who killed him was in a mess, and his hands kept parrying, and for a while, there was no room to fight back.

A sword has not been eliminated, a sword has come, the enemy is not destroyed, and the lore is not stopped.

From the fourth-style shocking sword to the fifth-style lore killing thousands of miles, Xiao Yue felt more and more handy the more she fought, but the old man was already sweating slightly.

It is said that the duel between the masters is changing rapidly, and the two of you come and I kill that is called a lively, and in a short time, dozens of rounds have been played, but it is a pity that Xiaoyue is just a virtual body after all, and the battle completely relies on divine thoughts, and it is such a high-intensity duel with people, at this moment, he looks a little tired, and the old man is no better, and the torn clothes show that he is embarrassed at this time.

Finally, the two collided in one place again, this time, the old man no longer hid his strength, and the palm wind that raged suddenly made the unsuspecting Xiao Yue staggered out of the distance, and the old man was also taken a few steps back by her last * to stand firmly, only then did he retract the contempt in his heart, and looked at the waning moon with a slightly solemn gaze and said: "I can't imagine that without the drive of the master, you can be so powerful as a blade, but the ridiculous old man thought that he already looked up to you, but he still underestimated it, haha, good, good!"

"As the saying goes, a good bird chooses a tree to perch, a virtuous minister chooses the master and does things, if you are smart, you should know your position, whether it is to fight, or to surrender, compared to the short-lived boy, where is the old man inferior to him, but it is good, the more unyielding you are, the more I appreciate it, and I am very much looking forward to the great sense of accomplishment after driving you, so let's struggle to the fullest, don't let me down. ”

Hearing this, Xiao Yue couldn't help but laugh angrily, it seemed that no one in her impression had ever dared to speak to herself in this tone, although the old man's cultivation at the moment was a little higher than hers, but she was still difficult to adapt, for some reason, she always felt that she was extremely conceited on weekdays, but she took it for granted in her bones, as if it should have been like this, without the slightest sense of incongruity.

Thinking of this, her curiosity about her true identity became stronger and stronger.

"Why, there are always countless fogs in my mind, every time I am about to think of something, but I never wake up, this feeling, this feeling, I can never be born with a sword spirit, there must be something else going on in the middle, I must figure it out, no matter what the cost, no matter how complicated, I must find out about this matter!"

Xiao Yue roared madly in her heart, this huge sense of nothingness that she couldn't find the past almost drove her crazy, she was unwilling to live so muddled all her life, and now, the old man's contemptuous attitude finally completely stimulated the instinct of resistance hidden in her heart.

"Uh, what's going on with this powerful aura that suddenly appeared!"

Feeling the sudden outbreak of strong battle intent in the field, a smile suddenly froze on the old man's face, he stared at the waning moon in mid-air in disbelief, and said in horror: "Could it be that you are doing it again!

However, the reality obviously did not allow him to think too much, and before he finished speaking, he saw the waning moon move, killing him at a speed far faster than three times before, and with just one breath, the cold tip of the sword almost pierced his nose.

Dangerously and dangerously avoided it, the old man was also not to be outdone, and he launched a palm on the sword, and was killed by a dead thing several times, and the old man's already fiery temperament was ignited at the time, and this palm couldn't help but use all his strength, and the pale cyan brilliance covering his hand almost turned into substance.

"Hmph, if you don't eat and drink in a toast, then don't blame the old man for destroying the soldiers, and eat me again!"

Suddenly, his body moved again like lightning, he lost his patience at the moment, he didn't care if he would attack too hard and damage the divine soldier, he began to feel depressed since he met Lone Star, and now it was nothing more than a thought, catharsis!

The resentment in his heart made him burst out at a speed that is usually unattainable, and the palm shadow that was played by the deep internal force was dazzling, and for a while, he did not lose to Xiaoyue in terms of momentum.

Seeing this, Xiao Yue suddenly felt the pressure doubled, but the arrogance in her heart did not allow her to have anything inferior in momentum, fighting alone until now, her spiritual power has already been consumed, and with the widening of the distance between her and the lone star, her body has been faintly uncontrolled, and it seems that there are signs of breaking through the sky at any time, thinking of this, she suddenly stopped delaying time, and tried her best to dissolve the old man's palm shadow, she stepped behind the old man one by one, and then swung the sword at full speed.

"The first style of the ancient swordsmanship, the wind is surging!"

"The second style of the ancient sword technique, the battlefield is born!"

"The third type, the hidden dragon ascends into the abyss!"

"Fourth style, a sword!"

"Kill a thousand miles!", "Strange world!", "Fight the stars!"

......

Regardless of whether it is useful or not, suitable or not, the eleventh style swordsmanship before the chaos was prompted out by it, it doesn't matter if it kills, she is now just trying to buy time for the maximum limit of Lone Star's escape, and suddenly the sword qi in the field is vertical and horizontal, and the sword shadow of the palm wind is chaotic, and the old man tried to use the gap between the duel to see what happened, but he was entangled by Xiao Yue's crazy attack, and he had no choice but to defend passively, and it continued until Xiao Yue played the eleventh type "Heaven and Earth Net" , Her figure finally gradually dimmed, and almost at the same time as she disappeared here, the waning moon also "swished" up, breaking through the sky in the direction of the lone star's departure