Yun Changkong was silent, only that he was deliberately mocking him, standing on tiptoe with his legs and toes with a cold face, and drawing a cross footwork on the ground back and forth.

His body rose lightly in the air, and his volley body was instantly taller than Gu Jinyan standing on the wooden table.

He raised his sword high above with both hands, and then slashed head-on towards Gu Jinyan, who was a cut of time shorter than him.

I secretly said in my heart: You are a pustule who relies on the empowerment skills of others, Lao Tzu, I have to rely on my own efforts to beat you back to the prototype, so that Gongzi knows that you are nothing but a prominent family background and a gorgeous shell!

Gu Jinyan sighed lightly, this kid can actually cut cloud steps?

That's kind of interesting.

According to rumors, since the leader of the shadow servant, Shadow, was seriously injured and difficult to improve, the shadow servant has not added a new person for many years.

Although there are a large number of shadow guards, their whereabouts are uncertain, so the cross cut cloud steps that everyone in this shadow guard will be proficient in are rarely displayed in front of the world.

Even Gu Jinyan has only seen it a few times.

And this kid who has not been in the shadow service for a long time has actually used this cross cutting cloud step to have the form and spirit, but it is still lacking in fire, but it is also extremely difficult.

However, what made Gu Jinyan dislike was that he had clearly mentioned him not to hold the sword with both hands, but this kid still didn't listen, which was really annoying.

Gu Jinyan didn't dodge or dodge, his left hand was pinched into a sword finger, and he casually raised it in front of him to block it.

This...... There was no more clanging, and he didn't flick the unformed sword.

The mottled and extremely uneven thickness of the blade silently collided with his fingers.

There was a soft light flickering in it, and Yun Changkong's body couldn't hold down another point.

He froze in mid-air, as if he had slashed at a rock soaked in the depths of the sea.

Before the blade could touch the finger, an invisible force dissolved the sharpness of the blade.

Even if the blade of the iron sword fell, it obviously wouldn't be able to do any damage.

Yun Changkong's face sank, his wrist was forced, and he wanted to put away the sword, but he found that the iron sword in his hand seemed to be welded to his fingers, and he couldn't take it back at all.

His eyes flickered, knowing that there were some methods for this gentleman, but he was unwilling to give up the sword so easily without face.

Before he could come up with any effective countermeasures, he heard Gu Jinyan's voice coming lazily from the front.

"If it is a life-and-death duel, you are still hesitating here, refusing to give up your sword and have no corresponding means, in such a short period of time, your opponent may not know how many times he can take your life. ”

"Hmph, I want you to take care of ......"

Before he finished speaking, a vicious wind suddenly set off under him, and before he could look down.

Gu Jinyan's upper body remained motionless at all, as steady as Mount Tai, but his lower body was whipped out with a leg whip, kicking Yun Changkong's hand away from the iron sword.

Yun Changkong was in pain, only to feel a tingling pain in his left wrist, and then the numbness spread rapidly to his entire arm like a rising tide.

Followed by...... He lost control of his left hand, and his entire arm hung limply below his shoulder.

However, what made him feel strange was that Gu Jinyan's kick only kicked away one of his left hands, and his right hand was still held on the hilt of the sword unharmed.

Blacksmith Hu took a bite of the apple, the juice splashed all over his cheeks and beard, chewed the red and white flesh in his mouth, and grinned: "Good kick!"

Yun Changkong was suddenly so angry that he felt that his elbow was turning out

It's a shame that I take care of his business so much.

"Shut up!"

Gu Jinyan raised a smug arc at the corner of his eyebrows, and said: "If you kick well, you still need to explain, stinky boy, Ben Shao told you, I hate your posture of holding a sword with both hands, nondescript, should you be holding a knife?"

After finishing speaking, Gu Jinyan's arm began to move.

The sword finger is reversed as a pressure, and the sword of Yun Changkong is steadily pressed under the finger.

I saw that the gentle faint light immediately flowed along the rough sword body, and the palm that rushed into the sky like a small snake disappeared.

Yun Changkong's palm holding the sword was hot, and he couldn't let go of the hilt anymore, and it was too late to regret it.

The fingertips rubbed the blade of the sword to draw a semicircle in the air, but the rough body of the sword flowed a cold glow like a meteor piercing the night sky under this painting.

Yun Changkong's original expression froze for a moment, and his unpleasant brows couldn't help but loosen a little, with a trace of dazedness in his eyes.

Because Gu Jinyan's seemingly unintentional action actually gave him a different kind of feeling.

He also doesn't like to hold a sword with both hands, because although the posture of holding the sword is not ugly, but in battle, he has always maintained the posture of holding the sword with both hands against the enemy, and the sword moves are a little ridiculously clumsy.

A qualified swordsman should be one-handed with a sword, high-spirited, full of spirit, and easy to read.

But he couldn't......

That day, Gongzi said that he had ordinary talent and was difficult to cultivate, but he was not convinced.

He has a common problem that most people in the world have, that is, he always feels that he is the special one.

Even if he didn't have a cultivation talent, he always felt that this was a tempering of himself by God?

What's more, he is not from this world, he is a time-traveler, he will have countless opportunities, even if he can't become the protagonist of the time-traveler in other people's books, no matter how he says, he can stir up a storm.

But since he joined the shadow attendant, he found that even if he had the opportunity to leave Dead Man's Alley, he still couldn't withstand the cruelty of reality.

The shadow servants are all places where cultivators with amazing talents gather.

Only by relying on Ling Tiansu's relationship can he occupy a foothold in it.

Each of them was like an invisible mountain pressing down on his head to him.

Of course, as members of the Ye family's army, they are all upright soldiers, even if they despise him, an ordinary person with no talent.

During the training mission, they will all guide him with the camaraderie of colleagues.

And it was on this way of pointing that Yun Changkong realized the huge gap between himself and them.

His speed and purity in absorbing Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi were not as good as theirs.

Even if he poured the Yuan Force in his body into the sword body when he held the sword, they couldn't fight more than five moves with the sword, and this was still the case when the other party deliberately suppressed the same realm as him.

Competing with others for swords but being picked out of their hands by others, this kind of unbearable and ugly makes Yun Changkong ashamed and embarrassed.

In order to be able to support a few more moves in the hands of others, he changed to holding a sword with both hands.

Although it was as he wished afterwards, it had little effect, and he often struggled to support the sword in his hand after six or seven moves.

He knew that this was the gap between strength and moves, and he had always thought that it was because these shadow attendants had been cultivating longer than him, and their proficiency in sword moves naturally far surpassed him.

But he has been a shadow attendant for a few months, but the time he has spent in the hands of others has still made little progress

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Over time, he developed a habit of holding a sword with both hands.

But now, Gu Jinyan's fingers were glued to his sword, with him swinging seemingly randomly, but it was such a casual swing that actually gave him a feeling of flowing water that he had always wanted but had never achieved.

The blade of the sword tore through the air, and the sword light was like tearing a small hole in the fog that covered his heart.

Yun Changkong involuntarily widened his eyes, and if he was a little bigger, he would tear the hole a little bigger......

Then you can see clearly!

"Bigger!" Yun Changkong's lips moved slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

But Gu Jinyan understood his lips, raised his eyebrows and smiled, and moved his arm again.

This time, his movements suddenly increased, and the feet on the table were only two steps sideways.

Gu Jinyan had already spared his back, but his fingers were still tightly attached to the rough sword body, and the semi-circular arc trajectory that was originally drawn was completely drawn into a perfect circle this time.

Yun Changkong's eyes lit up, and he saw that the long sword in his hand easily swung a beautiful arc, and he subconsciously mobilized the Yuan Force in his body.

The subconscious mobilization of the Yuan Force was not much, but it made the rough sword body shake slightly, and a strange feeling that had never existed before arose.

A bright but not dazzling sword light bloomed from his hand, reflecting his eyes darker and brighter.

Immediately after, the round arc drawn in the air formed a substantial sword intent, and the sword intent instantly spread as his yuan power poured in, sweeping out like a ring of sword rays.

Jin Cuier's face changed, she didn't understand what her son-in-law meant, and she didn't have time to figure out his thoughts, she lifted the corner of her skirt with a pale face and ran away outside the iron shop.

Because he saw that the arc of sword light that swung out did not mean to stop the momentum, and outside the blacksmith shop was a simple wooden shed.

The two thick wooden stakes supporting the wooden shed on the left and right were simply cut out of two flat incisions, and the wooden shed collapsed violently.

Blacksmith Hu scolded, I don't know what kind of swear words he scolded, and the unfinished half of the apple in his hand was shaken by this big hand, and it rolled far away.

Before he could move his buttocks, he was buried by the collapsed wooden shed with his head and face, and he couldn't see his figure.

The straw on the wooden shed was flying, and the streets were full of vibrations.

Fortunately, Blacksmith Hu thought that he had made an appointment with the prince to have dinner today, so he extinguished the fire in the iron-making furnace early.

Otherwise, the flammable wooden shed collapsed on top of the roaring stove, and the wood and straw were all flammable, and they would not have been ignited immediately and burst into flames.

At the foot of the Imperial City of the Son of Heaven, setting fire to the street is not a joke.

There was a lot of commotion on the not-so-quiet street, and everyone's eyes were on it.

I saw a tall and slender man, standing calmly on top of the collapsed wooden shed.

The evening breeze blew the hem of his clothes, indescribably chic and handsome, of course, it would be more perfect to ignore the bandaged wound on his head like a dumpling.

Many people who like to join in the fun stopped in time, because they had already recognized that the man who stood in a chic manner was the unlucky young master of the Gu family?

Who would dare to go up and touch his moldy head?

Hurriedly quickened his pace and left this place of right and wrong, and silently thought in his heart, didn't this blacksmith secretly raise a delicate illegitimate daughter and was favored by this guy?

Otherwise, how could Gu Jinyan go to his small blacksmith shop to do a big job?

(ps: There is a change in the evening, ask for a collection.) ）

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