"Good swordsmanship, this swordsmanship is extremely powerful, it can really be used!"

After watching Yu Youcong finish dancing the sword moves alone, the sword mad dragon who had been sealed in a cluster for a long time, with black robes and white hair, shouted in a very excited voice, and his expression was extremely excited.

There is a young man in a green robe, Ling Zhen, who compliments him wholeheartedly, and the madman Long Qi sincerely praises him, and after this, two beautiful words of praise come into his ears, and the mood of the old sword god fish Yu Cong has indeed become good.

Although it is not fluttering, it is also like drinking alcohol, like hugging a beautiful concubine.

The green shirt held the sword in one hand, and after falling to the altar floor from a high place, he walked to Ling Zhen's side and handed the Excalibur Bliss to him.

Ling Zhen had just taken over the snow-white long sword that belonged to him with both hands, and before he could make any moves, he heard the old man say to himself: "Don't be in a hurry to return the sword to the sheath Zheng first."

The young man was quick-witted, and he complied, still holding his unsheathed sword with his right hand, and did not return the blade to its sheath.

Yu Youcong put his two fingers together, pinched a fantasy sword trick, and drove his mind, as if the master of the sect followed his words, and the old man spat out two words: "Come out!" ”

Suddenly, the burly and huge white-haired man dragon closed, and between his eyebrows, an extremely dazzling brilliance flashed, like an eye-open.

Immediately, a bright golden gaseous flying sword swept out of the sword aperture in the center of the eyebrows, and the sword suddenly became thicker and longer, turning into the shape of a three-foot long sword, which was extremely exquisite.

Seeing this, Long Qi knew a little bit in his heart, so he raised his hand and grabbed a natal sword so easily.

"Fish Sword God, you called my 'master' out for ......"

Looking at Long Xuan, who might be about the same age as Yu Youcong, Wu Zi looked down at the long sword in his hand, he hesitated for a moment, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you want me to fight this young man?" ”

Yu Youcong laughed, thinking that it had to be Long Qian who understood his mind, and he didn't need to do much, so he nodded and said: "Guess right, it seems that your surname Long has not reached the point of Alzheimer's disease, haha, one is accurate!" ”

After Ling Zhen heard this, he held the sword in his hand, his face was full of confusion, he didn't know what the old man was thinking in his head, what was this intention?

Yu Youcong slowly explained: "Shicai, the old man has already demonstrated my 'winning technique' here, what about the two of you, one is the body of the first extreme enlightenment, and the other is born with a pair of 'supreme eyes', both of which are cultivation wizards who can see any martial arts skills once and can never forget." Next, the two of you will fight with the old man's new set of swordsmanship, the requirements are very simple, stop at the point, do not hurt the other party's life, the main purpose is to learn from each other's swordsmanship, to fight to nourish the war, hone the actual combat skills, and then emphasize, not to fight, but actual combat, do you know? ”

Ling Zhen looked stunned, took a step forward, and couldn't help but speak: "Senior Yu, I ......"

didn't let the young man finish his words, Yu Youcong chuckled, interrupted it with a smile, and said: "The old man knows what you think, do you think that he is a dragon, a famous madman in the kendo world, and he is also a generation of heroes who used to crisscross the rivers and lakes and the mighty Dongting, and fight with you, I'm afraid that I don't even need to use a few swords, so I can beat you down?" Oh, don't be presumptuous, after Long Jie lost to Yingchun that year, his sword heart was greatly damaged, and he shattered a natal sword, and the tendons and points around his body were all almost irreversibly damaged, and he almost lost his heart and died on the spot. Even this life was barely picked up. ”

"After that battle, in the end, this kendo madman who was the hegemon of the Dongting Courtyard who did not die, cultivated to the realm from the eighth-order avenue, fell three realms in a row, and fell to the fifth-order enlightenment realm in one breath, and now, with the help of the old man, he has the natal sword of sword cultivation again, and he has barely recovered to the level of the sixth-order tribulation realm, not much, it is only three realms higher than you."

Yu Youcong looked indifferent, "The old man has formed a magic circle in the cluster, that is, the hole behind this waterfall, that only I can control. The people in the formation, except for the old man, the rest will all be forced to win! Let's put it bluntly, it's here, except for the old man, everyone can no longer operate the power of the week, and they can't use any magical powers, which is not much different from ordinary people who have never practiced, let alone those who are not in the realm! ”

When Ling Zhen heard this, he felt very surprised, and secretly tried his luck, it was really like the old sword god, and the natal true qi in the sea of the middle of the mansion seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, and there was no way to convey it into the vein Zheng no matter what

It is really useless with the foundation of cultivation, and it is no different from becoming a mediocre man!

In the cave in this waterfall, Yu Youcong is an existence similar to the old man, of course, he can detect Ling Zhen's fine actions in an instant, the old man smiled, "How about it, is it just like the old man, you can't even use even a little internal strength?" ”

Ling Zhen nodded heavily and gave a thumbs up, indicating that the words of the Sword God were true, and there was absolutely no false and exaggerated element.

Yu Youcong was quite satisfied, and continued to swim gracefully: "So, in this cave, the gap between you and Long Qi can already be narrowed as much as possible, and it can't be any longer." The two sides are equal, there is an old man as justice, and neither of them needs to have internal strength and true qi, and they don't have half of their magical powers, but they simply rely on swordsmanship to compete...... Pay attention, the old man has already stipulated to you in advance just now, you can only use my set of winning tricks against the enemy, how much can be used, and the rest of the sword moves cannot be used, and violators will be severely punished. Until you can fully and skillfully use the sword moves you have 'seen' to fight Rao, I hope you can understand ......"

At this moment, the green shirt with a sword on his back floated and came to the mid-air Zheng

The old man put his hands behind his back, making a posture of being high, like a god hanging high.

He said aloud in the direction below: "Okay, you two can start like this, let the old man take a look at whether the capital cultivation of the others is really enough to be looked down upon by others!" Whether it is talent or waste wood, we will know in the first war. ”

Below, above the altar.

Both of them had a sword in their hands.

Excalibur Bliss, as well as the "Metallurgical Natal Sword."

If you completely put aside the supernatural power, then the sword and the sword of bliss, in terms of quality, can be said to be indistinguishable, there is no significant difference between the top and bottom!

Ling Zhen, a young man in a green robe, and Long Qi, a black-robed and white-haired man, did not move directly after hearing the words of the old sword god, and stood still as if Mount Tai did not move.

Long Qi breathed at an even speed, and his state was very calm, he was judging the movements of the opposite side.

Ling Zhen, who was also quite calm and calm, was also making a prediction, to anticipate the enemy before he could.

The two of them have two "foxes", all kinds of analysis and calculations, and their hearts and eyes are added together, and I don't know if there are as many as seven or eight hundred!

Suddenly, Ling Zhen gave a fist salute to the front with some abruptness, and bowed deeply towards Long Qi.

The young man spoke respectfully and humbly, and said in a straight voice: "I have been here for a long time, and I am here today to have the honor to compete with my predecessors in swordsmanship, which is really an honor!" ”

Long Qi frowned slightly, he originally wanted to say "Don't talk nonsense more", but after thinking about it, how can he be regarded as a long-famous senior in the rivers and lakes, the kind whose prestige is far-reaching, and everyone knows.

Since it is rare for a kendo junior to bow to himself here, if he doesn't respond, it seems that he is too belly-bellied and does not have a superior demeanor.

So, in the face of Ling Zhen's worship, the madman Long Qi also made a fist holding posture, and said in a strong voice: "I, Long He, I don't know how many years I haven't touched anyone, and now I have an opponent, it is a rare good thing to be able to let me loosen my muscles and bones, and move my wrists and ankles, and you ...... it."

Long Qi's next sentence was originally to "You don't have to be polite to me".

Unexpectedly, in an instant, he was asked to speak his words, and the figure in the green robe flashed, and a snow-white long sword with extreme sharpness appeared in front of Long Qi's eyes.

The tip of the sword stabbed straight into his face.

It seems that with this first sword, one blow will kill you, directly through the entire good head, and take people's lives in an instant!

The snow-haired man in the black robe embroidered with a white dragon suddenly turned his head sideways, which was able to avoid this sudden, almost defenseless sword.

The dragon who was almost succeeded by this sneak attack, after dodging this sword, tried his best to exert his strength under his feet.

Of course, there was no use of true qi, just relying on his own physical strength and foot strength, striding back, like thunder.

As he retreated, the eyes of this kendo maniac, an extremely cold and vicious light shot out from his eyes, he glared, gritted his teeth and scolded: "You bastard, your methods are really ruthless!" ”

Ling Zhen made another move, and according to the swordsmanship that he copied from his memory, he swept straight and horizontally with a sword.

Xue Feng's white-bladed Bliss Sword drew a straight line, and there was no sword qi, just a sword move.

That horizontal slash is like a sweep of thousands of armies in the martial arts stick technique", but this sword swept out, and the speed was extremely fast, without the slightest flaw at all, and the clothes were seamless.

And it is a quick out, a move, you can hurriedly follow the next strong attack, so that the enemy is overwhelmed, and you can't stop it at all!

"If you don't start with it, then you won't be able to get half a penny!"

Ling Zhen held the sword in one hand, his fighting spirit was high, and he delivered more than one wonderful move, "Senior Dragon, junior has offended, don't blame-"

The young man in the green robe slammed out under his feet, jumped up half a zhang in the air with only his strength, and held the sword with both hands, from top to bottom, towards the spiritual position above the head of the quasi-dragon, and slashed down, as if to open the ground.

This move is quite similar to the famous knife technique "Moon Palace Chopping Gui", but it is limited to chopping from top to bottom.

Among them, the strength of the operation, the mastery of the timing of the sword and the sword, and even the breathing at the beginning of the jump, are very different, and there are many differences.

The latter is far inferior to the former, and it is difficult to compare.

In terms of the degree of perfection, Yu Youcong's victory is enough to have the confidence and capital of being invincible.

If you have that ability, you will not be cheeky to call that "the strongest swordsmanship of the human race"!

Long Zhen was in the formation in the cave, and he was also severely defeated, and his cultivation could not be effective, so the gap between him and Ling Zhen was only in terms of actual combat experience and physical strength.

Faced with this fierce blow to the top of the attack, the sword maniac resolutely chose to hold the hilt of the sword with one hand, and hold the blade out of the sword with the other hand, holding it high above his head.

There was no sound of bladed weapons colliding.

Ling Zhen's Bliss Sword was incomparably sharp, and it made a powerful move, falling from above, slashing at the head of Long Qi's natal long sword.

There was a bang, and the old sword maniac surnamed the dragon who was cut down blocked this fierce sword blink

Taking advantage of the good opportunity for the young man in the green robe to collect the recruitment, Long Qi stepped forward and made a violent move, one collection and one out, fast and incoherent.

Leaning on the sword, he attacked Ling Zhen's side waist.

If the qi on the blade of the sword is still there, the young man is afraid that he will be cut into two on the spot, and his flesh will be cut into two sections, and his viscera and intestines will be spread all over the ground!

Fortunately, because it was suppressed by that formation, there was no additional kendo qi on top of the natal long sword.

A sword is just a sword!

Ling Zhen tried his best to move sideways, and extremely reluctantly dodged the sword maniac's strange onslaught, and was not "slashed" by the cyan robe cut by the qi blade, and his body was even more unhindered.

The young man's posture was quite flexible, his green robe fluttered, and after jumping to the side, he adjusted his posture in time, rushed forward with his sword again, aimed at the vital point of Long Qi's chest, and killed him with the power of his sword.

The black-robed and white-haired sword was holding the sword in his hand horizontally, blocking this killing stab of the Bliss Sword, and his chest was unharmed.

Long Yu originally wanted to seize the opponent's flaw and kick Ling Zhen in the abdomen, but he suddenly realized that he was forced by the sword god fish Youcong and could only use the victory trick to deal with the enemy.

He had no choice but to temporarily close his legs and change to other winning sword moves in order to win.

A body is like a black tower, and a green robe is as agile as a spirit rabbit.

Sometimes the two of them chase after me, and sometimes they attack together, but because they are closed to many spells and methods, they are just very simple to compete with each other.

It is not much different from those ordinary martial arts swordsmen who walk the rivers and lakes with swords and cultivate no more than the second order, and meet in the narrow road in the sheep intestine alley.

There is no such majestic and supernatural and domineering appearance.

There is no sword cultivation super power, treacherous and unpredictable supernatural power.

In one move and one style, there is absolutely no such majestic power that destroys the earth, and even the true qi flow and the sweep of the sword intent force are indeed not half a point!

Only the purest and cleanest, extremely neat sword moves competition.

The winner has higher swordsmanship, while the loser is an undeniable "inferior skill", or "low" skill.

That's all.

Without the slightest drag of mud with water, it shows the means and courage of the sword, as if such a battle can be called a genuine "pure" praise!

The blue-shirted sword god above looked at the "sword fight" between the two rao below with great interest, and he was in a really good mood, and he was a little comfortable.

The old man secretly said in his heart, these two guys are really worthy of their innate martial arts and sword training qualifications.

This is just to take a look at the old man's own trick to win, this time in actual combat, you can have a decent general, although there are indeed a lot of flaws, but the flaws are not hidden, and it is enough for people to look at it, a little appreciation and praise a few words.

Yu Youcong looked at it, and began to can't help but want to get over it, his voice was loud and powerful, pointing out the people who were fighting on the altar below:

"Stinky man, a tortoise? Hurry up when you lean back, you want your head to be chopped off?! ”

"The surname is Long, can you put away the sword just now? I almost cut off that kid's leg! It's too much! ”

"Yo he, your sword is okay, how much does it look like...... No, no, this sword will not work immediately, it's too bad, the old man looked better than you when he first practiced the sword. What a boast! ”

"Oh, why is it getting worse and worse? You stinky man is really useless, were you watching the old man's demonstration just now? ”

"Point to point, point to point, how many times, Long Close, you old man dare to be a killer, see if I don't kill you, let you stay with pigs in the future......"

The young man in the green robe and the old man in the black robe, two people and two swords, fought in a circle on the altar, the sword handed over spared no effort, and the moves were all from the victory trick shown by Yu Youcong, without exception.

The sword moves are mysterious to the peak, and the creation is infinitely wonderful.

Ling and Long, if they are at the top of the peak of swordsmanship, they will fight with each other!

Less than a cup of tea has passed, and Errao's sword skills competition has come to an end.

The one who wins, the "sword maniac" dragon close.

The gaseous Natal Sword, the edge of the blade, pierced into Ling Zhen's throat half an inch long, and blood seeped out from the wound, but fortunately it was not life.

But everybody knows.

As long as this sword penetrates a little further, the young Rao's throat will be pierced, and it will make him die immediately and die under the sword!