"Bell!"

The essence of Shadow Stream's assassination: intelligence, timing, and courage.

First wear down the opponent's sharpness like a hunter, wait for the opportunity, and after everything has reached expectations, you must not hesitate to shoot, even if you can't kill with one hit, then at least deprive the opponent of combat effectiveness!

After a strong encounter, Leng Han, who had been adapting to the strength of Wang Ye's secret weapon, suddenly felt a pain in his wrist, and his strength did not follow instantly, and he was shocked by Wang Ye's blow and flew away with the sword in his hand!

"Bang dang!"

The long sword in his hand fell to the side, and Leng Han's whole person was instantly stunned on the spot!

Shadow Flow strikes, either killing with one hit, or disintegrating the opponent's combat power with one hit.

And now that he has lost the cold of his sword, he has undoubtedly lost all his combat power in the eyes of everyone.

Hand-to-hand combat?

When it comes to fist and foot kung fu, the Shadow Stream disciples are proficient in the art of killing, and they are never worthy of anyone!

"Bang!"

His hands slapped on Leng Han's body continuously, Leng Han just wanted to fight back, but he felt that his hands were sore, although the operation of his true qi was not affected, but the movement of his body became extremely difficult.

"Drink!"

Wang Ye's movements did not pause at all, they were clean and neat, just like the style of his idol Brother Yinglang, and directly put down the cold in front of him!

"You've lost!"

Smiling confidently, Wang Ye looked at the cold lying at his feet, and grinned: "Except for Wang Dazhui and Tang Caiwei, who still have the strength to fight, the rest, you are all too good!"

"Damn it!"

"Senior Brother Leng Han, he ......"

Looking at the cold cold who was trampled under Wang Ye, all the disciples of the Snow Sword Sect clenched their fists and their eyes were about to split.

When their peers were humiliated on stage, they felt the same way.

"Han'er ......"

The hall master of the Law Enforcement Hall, Leng Minghu's eyes were red, and his son was trampled under his feet in full view of everyone. How could he not feel distressed?

No one knows the arrogance of the cold of the Dao better than him, and after losing to Wang Dazhu, except for him, no one knows that the cold cold of the Dao is more than several times harder than the previous cultivation.

Everyone knows that the signature swordsmanship of the Listening Snow Sword Sect is the Seven Styles of Listening to the Snow, as long as it is the core disciple of the sect, they are qualified to cultivate. There are no reservations in the sect, and how much you can learn depends on your own talent.

But in fact, the most powerful sword skill of the Listening Snow Sword Sect was not the Listening Snow Seven Style, but Tang Ying's Shadowless Sword!

Shadowless Sword, focusing on one word, that is, fast!

When Leng Han saw the shadowless sword technique for the first time when he was a child, he was amazed, but it was a pity that he was not a member of the Tang family, and he was not a disciple of Tang Ying. So he didn't have the opportunity to practice this sword technique.

Is the cold sword fast?

Fast!

But it's not enough.

However, listening to the snow seven style is not a sword move that is faster and stronger, so many people have advised him not to go his own way, the way of the sword, and it must be faster and stronger.

"If you use a fast way to practice the Seven Styles of Listening to Snow, you will only become different from each other when you reach the most difficult level. It's not fast enough, and it can't practice the ethereal artistic conception in it. It's just a waste of time!"

Leng Ming still remembers the stubborn look in his son's eyes when he reprimanded Leng Han like this.

No matter who says it. He's still made it this far.

"A stupid boy who can't turn back if he sees a way!"

Tang Ying on the high platform also sighed, Leng Han's talent is very good, which can be seen in the cultivation of internal strength, but the reason why Tang Ying did not accept him as a closed disciple in the first place was because he was too stubborn.

Such a person can either go out of his own way. Either they can only be ordinary, and no one can really teach them except themselves. Tang Ying saw it more thoroughly than anyone else, and said in his heart: "Cold and cold, or insist." Or give up, what will you choose?"

"Listen to the Snow Sword Sect, cold and cold......"

The adjudicator on the stage looked at the cold cold who fell to the ground, and although he felt very regretful, he still had to exercise his function and announce the loser's exit.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, the cold voice that was stepped on by Wang Ye interrupted the adjudicator's words, and said firmly: "I haven't lost yet. ”

"Huh?"

Hearing this, everyone was slightly stunned, for the first time on the stage, someone even took the initiative to question the verdict of the adjudicator.

After a pause, the adjudicator looked at the cold and resolute look and did not speak again.

According to the regulations, as long as the elite disciples are not unconscious or unable to move, or fall off the main battle platform, then no one can force the disciples to admit defeat.

"Why do you always have to do this kind of useless struggle?"

Ying Lang in the audience and Wang Ye on the stage shook their heads at the same time and said such words, almost even the tone was the same, no different.

"If you do this again, I'm going to hurt you!"

Lowering his body, Wang Ye slowly pushed the dagger against Leng Han's arm, and the sharp edge had cut out wisps of blood on his skin.

"Why bother?"

"Shadow Flow Wang Ye, an old elite disciple, the shadow of the shadow wave, right?"

Turning his head to look at the sword that had fallen to the side, there seemed to be nothing left in his cold eyes except the sword.

The scorching sun shone on the sword, reflecting a blinding light.

Some things do not necessarily lead to results if you stick to them, and even if you have results, they may not necessarily be what you want.

But there will still be such people, no matter how difficult, hard, and how many puzzles and obstacles, they will continue to break through with perseverance.

If you have identified a path, even if there are endless taunts and blows, even if you are on your knees!

"Who said that you can't be fast when you listen to the Snow Seven Style? If you don't go on, how do you know that the road must be a wrong dead end?" The cold eyes suddenly became hot, his life was not long, but in the past eighteen years, this sword has been sticking with him, sticking to its own path.

That's all he's having.

"How can a guy like you, who only knows how to imitate others, understand my persistence?!"

He roared, and because of the force, Wang Ye's dagger pierced into his arm, and blood gushed out, just like the first trickle of ice breaking on the high mountain at the beginning of spring, surging with the strength that would never retreat!

It is precisely because of this force that the cold is the cold and the cold, and he is the independent and different from everyone!

"This is me, my Tingxue Seven Style, my kendo!"

He roared, and in his roar, accompanied by an inexplicable force, the saber that fell beside him suddenly trembled violently!

"It's ......"

At the same time, the leaders on the high platform were shocked by the abnormal change in front of them, and their colors changed.

"Listen to the Snow Seven Style, the First Style, Snowflake Chop!!"

He didn't hold the saber in his hand, but with a cold roar, the saber on the side moved without wind and shot out!

Volley Edgeworth, Snowflake Slash!

Compared to when this sword was fighting with Wang Da Hammer, I don't know how much Lu Dao has improved.

Completely get rid of the essence of the colorful and wonderful mans defined by the previous listening to the snow seven styles!

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!!

It's like ice and snow in a gale, sharp as a knife, with awe-inspiring murderous intent!

This is a completely different style of listening to the snow seven styles, which belongs to the cold and cold listening to the snow seven styles!

"Good!!"

Tang Ying couldn't help the excitement in his heart, Huo Ran got up, stroked his palm and smiled.

"Whoosh!"

As soon as he made contact, Wang Ye didn't even do it at all, and he was volleyed by the cold sword, and his clothes were shattered into rags!

How unbelievable is it that just cutting through such thin clothes without hurting an inch of skin, and it is actually done by Volleyworth?!

Wang Ye's brain was blank, at this time he didn't know what was going on in Lu Dao, why did he have already won the game, but he would be overturned with one move.

"You've lost!"

Leng Han stretched out his hand, and his saber returned to his hand with ease.

"You are a copy. (To be continued......)

PS: No matter how hard the process is, when it comes to the bright moment, it must be extremely refreshing! So, if you are at a low point now, then please persevere, just like the cold, just like me.

Please teach me Brother Chicken Soup for the Soul!