Cultivation is from the nine layers of spiritual breath to the realm of hearing the Tao, the perception of the sea of qi can distinguish the eight directions, if the Ming Dao stands, the cultivation is a great advance, the ears can be heard in the eight directions, and the eyes can be seen in all directions.

The saint's cultivation is even more amazing, even if there are ticks sucking blood and mosquitoes and flies flying within a hundred zhang, they can also be perceived.

Liang Po's arrows are like thunder, fast as lightning, although they are not as good as heaven and man shaking the three mountains, and it is easy to take people's lives from a hundred zhang away.

I looked worriedly at the abrupt shack above the river, and I had mixed feelings in my heart.

This person can follow the customs of Dongyi to bury his mother by the wood, and truly keep filial piety for three years, this loyalty and filial piety makes me ashamed!

I don't know when, a gust of wind and waves hit, and a strong wind whistled towards the shore, and I finally saw the pockmarked boy mentioned by Lu Yao and Master Dog!

"Sword up!"

As soon as the shouts began, a flying sword shot out of the air, like a swimming fish flying in mid-air.

The sound fell, the wind and waves on the river surface, and the sword qi flew out of the air with the momentum of a tornado, and a powerful cyclone was born in mid-air, which had the potential to tear the sky apart.

The speed of this cyclone is so fast that it looks like a meteor passing by.

"Khooth!"

At this moment, there was a dull crash from the river, and only a violent impact was heard, and a short but majestic crash broke out in the air.

Then, a powerful shock wave appeared on the surface of the river, which shook the river and caused the river to surge, and the air waves were monstrous, like a storm crashing on the shore, and the sound of the earthquake was like thunder.

Under the collision of the two forces, the force was too domineering, and the big house docked at the edge of the river was almost overturned by the air waves, which frightened the nobles on the boat to scream and panic.

"Goo-dong"

With a splash of water, the feather arrow shot by Liang Po was directly shocked to the Luo River by the peach wood sword of the pockmarked boy.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! ”

Lu Yao, the initiator of this incident, was clapping his hands excitedly and smiling proudly with a gloating face.

The overlord made a hard bow with a thousand stones, and every time he shot an arrow, the loss of the true flow was innumerable, even if Liang Po was now close to the realm of the big plate, he could not be unscrupulous and pull this strong bow unlimitedly.

"Master Dog, in your opinion, when will Zhang Mazi on the other side of the river be defeated?"

Lu Yao was in high spirits, the tension in front of him was exactly the result he was looking forward to, and he wished that the two of them would fight in the dark today and never die.

The dog master stretched out three fingers and said with a solemn expression: "If you don't shoot three arrows, the pockmarked boy will be defeated!" ”

"Liang Po's feather arrow shot by the bow of a thousand stones, the saint does not dare to be arrogant and contemptuous, and it is impossible for the pockmarked boy to block it." The dog master's tone implied worry, but his worry was not written on his face.

I was puzzled: "Since the saints may not be able to block Liang Po's arrow, why was the arrow shot down by Zhang Mazi just now?" ”

"Could it be that this is due to the eight-money mahogany sword?"

The dog's expression was solemn, his eyes were no longer drunk, and the whole person seemed to be rejuvenated at this moment.

"The strong attack, kill people for a moment, will never drag mud and water, Liang Po only took an arrow, not to kill people, but to test the strength of the pockmarked boy's eight-money mahogany sword in his hands."

I suddenly realized: "It's to test ......"

The dog master did not reply to me, but looked at Hezhu intently, and said to himself: "If I were him, in this passive situation, I would first turn against the guest...... It doesn't matter if he can turn defeat into victory, it's good to scare and scare his opponent. ”

I was embarrassed to hold my forehead, and said disapprehantly: "If you don't fight with strength, can you still rely on strong pretense to be fearless and scare your opponent?" ”

As the saying goes, if you don't practice fake tricks, is it possible that you have to rely on quarrels, scolding, and bluffs to fight and say that your opponent vomits blood and dies?

This one feels ridiculous.

The dog master glanced at me like an idiot, and said, "Fighting is sometimes like a brawl in the market, as long as the momentum is done enough, it may not be impossible to scare people!" Do you think those limabs who throw their arms are lacking in strength? The strength of the fight, but the momentum is the fight, the spirit can suppress people, the fearless are fearless, and the fearless dare to move forward. ”

I, who have never been in a fight, said that I don't agree with this remark of the dog master, and with my current experience, I still can't understand the mystery of the dog master's fight.

I only think that the rivers and lakes do not rely on their mouths, but on the fierce swords that do not die.

"Rise again!"

I don't know if I heard the reminder of the dog master, the pockmarked boy is really the main one who is against the sword.

The dog lord shook his head with a little disappointment: "The momentum is enough, the momentum is still slightly lacking, and this sword still lacks some heat!" ”

I don't understand these things that the dog master said, so I can only watch the excitement silently.

Under the infusion of spiritual power from the pockmarked boy, the peachwood sword derived six sword potentials.

Regardless of whether this sword is powerful enough or not, the dazzling and sword skills opened my eyes and amazed me!

The six sword movements swirled, and the sword shadows between the virtual and the real roared from mid-air, once again setting off an unstoppable wave of strong qi on the surface of the river.

The air waves are like waterfalls, carrying strong winds flying over the river surface, like a low-altitude vigorous flying swallow, which actually set off a three-zhang splash on the river surface.

The water waves were pulled by inexplicable inertia, stirring up huge waves like wall curtains, and slapping heavily on the river bank, so not shocking!

One sword and six potentials, setting off six rotating huge water columns.

The water column rotated like a silver dragon, sweeping towards the black shadow above Taoliu Lane with the vertical and horizontal sword momentum.

The sword momentum is unstoppable, and it is like a thousand troops, and it is like splitting bamboo.

"Sword go!"

The sound of the sword flew leisurely in the air, and I only felt an invisible sense of oppression hit my face, making my breath shortened.

Seeing this, Liang Po clasped the fingers of his right hand, only to see the arrow that had just fallen into the water burst out of the river with a "boom", and once again returned to Liang Po's hand.

Liang Po did not hesitate, the bowstring shook, the bow was full like the moon, and an arrow containing domineering destructive power flew out, and the sound of cold arrows broke through the air again.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow was fired, and the vigorous tearing force let out a dull murmur in the air, like the sound of the wind, but it was stronger than the bitter wind, and the speed of the arrow was so fast that it could not even be caught by the eyes.

"Break it for me!"

The pockmarked boy's peachwood sword was like a flying dragon flying in the sky, constantly spinning, rolling up thousands of water columns in the chaotic void, and six water columns swept away, and the heavens and the earth changed color in an instant, making people suddenly have the illusion that the sky was collapsing.

Mental power and spiritual power converged together, and the six sword shadows quickly overlapped, and the virtual and real sword shadows were unified in the swirling scroll.

Liang Po, who is only one step away from the big market realm, is not afraid, with his cultivation, he does not necessarily suffer a loss in the face of the saint, at this time, he is confronted by the pockmarked boy who only hears the realm, whether in confidence or momentum, it can be called strong!

Compared with the power of Liang Po's arrow just now, the sword momentum and destructive power not only destroy the withering and decaying, but also imply the meaning of a few moves to determine the victory or defeat.

The momentum of this arrow broke the mountain, the arrow roared like a howl, and the air flow set off on the bank of the Luo River surged with the wind, which made people feel desolate.

When the arrows flew over the Luo River, the spiritual light shimmered, and the vast spiritual power seemed to be a rolling torrent rushing endlessly, with the momentum of the wind and remnants of the clouds, with the power of devouring, forming a huge whirlpool of air currents on the surface of the river.

The whirlpool flew and rolled, setting off huge wind and waves, and the strong absorption force caused the Luo River to surge violently.

For a moment, the peachwood sword qi collided with the destructive power of the arrows, stirring up thousands of waves on the banks of the Luo River.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, two forces shook on the surface of the river, and the momentum and spring thunder suddenly sounded, rushing in the low sky.

The roar lingered in the condensed air for a long time, and finally dissipated with the splash of water that stirred up.

This time, the pockmarked boy failed to resist with one sword and six momentum, and the peachwood sword was shot down by a powerful piercing force, and like the feather arrow at the beginning, it fell into the river with a "grunt".

I looked at the scene in horror before me, and hurriedly got up to look at the condition of the pockmarked boy, only to see that he had collapsed beside the collapsed shack.

The shack is next to the grave of the young mother, and the lonely grave resembles a dirt bag, revealing endless sorrow and desolation against the dilapidated bleak scenery of the riverbank.

I wanted to jump off the wall and swim to the other side of the river to check on the condition of the pockmarked boy, but in such an atmosphere, I turned into a coward with only blood and no guts, and could only watch the pockmarked boy fall next to his mother's tombstone.

Lu Yao saw that the pockmarked boy had fallen, and impatiently urged the dog master: "Zhang Mazi is the tiger general that the young master is looking for, the dog master, you can't let him just braid!" ”

"Dog!" I looked at the dog with a pleading look in his eyes, and if he was really a strong man or a master, I begged him to make a move.

The dog master doesn't know whether he is soft-hearted, or deliberately waiting for this moment, testing the two of us, or testing the heart of the pockmarked boy.

Just when I couldn't hold back my emotions, I only heard a deep shout in my ears, and the air in the entire Taoliu Lane suddenly stopped.

"Sword up, a sword and mud!"

The shouts sounded, and the peachwood sword that fell into the water soared into the sky, like a dragon soaring into the sky.

I looked at this sword, and the momentum was not only immense, but also boundless.