There are ten saints in the world, but there are only three well-known saints.

Fifty years ago, the coffin man, ten years ago, the sword emperor.

Whether the three of them are experience, or teacher, or New Year's Day.

They are different, but they are all similar.

There was no other reason than that they happened to use swords.

And whether the sword is used well or not depends not on whether the moves are wonderful or not, not on how famous it is.

It's about whether you can do it faster than your enemy the moment you draw your sword.

If your enemy's sword goes from unsheathed to stabbed, it takes five breaths.

Then you have to do three breaths to ensure that his sword doesn't have a chance to stab you.

And if you stab the sword out in the fourth breath, it's hard to guarantee.

Your enemies will not fight to stab this sword out?

In the end, the one-sided situation thus turned into a common end.

And the Mudao people naturally understand this truth.

So the moment he sent the sword qi out, he noticed that a sword qi that was faster than him stabbed from behind him.

The sword qi departed far away, but it was very fast.

It's like a meteor that is rarely seen at night, fleeting.

And this kind of sword aura is even rarer than a meteor.

That sword qi gently dissolved into the air, and then in the blink of an eye, it came behind the wooden path man.

At this moment, the Mu Dao people only felt that their sword heart suddenly vibrated non-stop, as if conveying the danger rising at this moment.

"Sage sword intent. ”

The moment the sword intent at the tip of Mu Daoren's fingertips was swung out, the brilliant sword light exploded next to Tang Huang's black qi, leaving no trace of integrity.

For a moment, a burst of colorful light flashed throughout the forest.

It's like a rainbow that appears from the sky after a rain.

There is beauty that does not belong in this world.

"Move, die. ”

At this time, just as the Mu Dao man sighed at the speed of the sudden sword, Zhang Bugou had slowly walked in front of him, and spit out two words with a gloomy face.

"I didn't expect that in this world, in addition to the Sword Heavenly Son, there was such a young saint. ”

As he spoke, Mu Daoren looked at Don Juan, who was not moving at the moment, and a somewhat imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "And it's still two." ”

And Mu Daoren obviously had never seen Zhang Bugou, if he had really seen Zhang Bugou, then he would not have talked to him at this moment.

Nor will they stand still.

Because Zhang Bugou has already taken out the sword.

If the sword light of the Mudao people is gorgeous, every sword swing seems to be a rare handicraft in this world.

Then Zhang Bugou's sword is the breeze that can be seen everywhere in this world, or the air that is sucked into the lungs

There is no taste, no killing intent, but there is a hidden mystery.

No one could have imagined that in the first battle for the sky.

It is the oldest saint in the world today, and the youngest saint in the battle.

The new ice is cold, and the old ice is hard to melt.

But at some point, we will meet again.

Even if Don Juan is not there tonight, these two kendo masters will eventually draw their swords according to their kendo intentions.

"Draw your sword. Zhang Bugou looked at the wooden Taoist with empty hands and said in a deep voice.

"I haven't been out with a sword in twenty years. ”

"I wanted to bring it today, but I forgot it when I went out. ”

And Mu Daoren still looked at him with a smile, just like an old man who had read all the vicissitudes of life, and his memory was very poor.

Mu Daoren laughed loudly: "It's okay, you and I still have to do it, the invisible is tangible, but it is also wonderful." ”

After that, I saw that there seemed to be glass crystals between the hands of the Mudao people, dancing brilliantly in the night light.

At this moment, under the cover of the night, sword qi like fireworks exploded, burning all the living beings around it.

And Zhang Bugou obviously guessed his plan from the moment Mu Daoren spread his hand, so he saw that the straw sandals under his feet were lightly touched on the ground, and the long sword was unsheathed between his hands.

At that moment, there was a sudden strong wind in the heavens and the earth, which made the surrounding woods rustle, and countless leaves were separated from the trees at this moment, dancing in the air.

Every gust of wind is sword qi, and every leaf is also sword qi.

Even the squeak of the shaking trees was used as sword qi by Zhang Bukui in the air at this moment.

"Okay! young boy, the idea is arrogance!"

Mu Dao Man looked at the leaves that kept planning his Seven Light Sword Qi, only to see him laugh and take a step, only to see a flash of light, and in the blink of an eye, Mu Dao Man had already arrived in front of Zhang Bukui.

This is not a technique of shrinking the ground into inches, but the sword qi of the wooden dao man shot out at that moment.

With both fists against weapons, the most effective way is to fight closely.

In addition, the invisible sword qi in the hands of the Mu Dao people has reached its peak, if he fights closely at this moment, Zhang Bukuo, who is holding the long sword, will inevitably fall behind.

And Zhang Bugou obviously thought of this, and saw that while his body was rapidly retreating backwards, the long sword in his hand had already stabbed out three times in a row.

I saw that the sword shadow was illusory and unreal, but each sword stabbed at the three life gates in front of the Mu Dao people.

Seeing the danger coming, the Mu Dao man turned his hands into claws, and forcibly smashed away every sword qi that attacked him.

"It is said that the fight between saints is earth-shattering, but the fight between you and me is like a brawl in the market, full of stupidity!"

Mu Daoren said as he spoke, and his figure had already come to Zhang Bukuo.

"You are estimating little Don Juan, I'm afraid that he will be injured by us. Mu Daoren said softly.

"Noisy. ”

Zhang Bukuo glanced at the Mu Dao man with a cold gaze, and when he raised his left hand, a sword qi struck him.

"But have you ever thought about it, the battle for heaven is destined to be achieved by only one person, what you think in your heart at the moment is nothing but the kindness of a woman. ”

Perhaps it was because of the effect of Fang Cai's words, Mu Dao people could clearly perceive that the sword intent in Zhang Bugou's sword qi was a little disordered.

"And in fact, the world foolishly turned me and the Sword Son into a coffin and became the three Sword Saints. ”

Mu Dao's body suddenly tugged, and he instantly distanced himself from Zhang Bukuo.

"What I'm going to do is the invisible sword qi. ”

The Wood Dao Man looked at the tiny cracks that appeared on the tips of his fingers, even though he let the sword qi vaporize to protect his hands.

But he didn't expect that Zhang Bugou's sword would be able to be so fast.

"Therefore, I am not a strict kendo apprentice, and I can only be regarded as another kind of saint's way. ”

Mu Daoren quietly stared at the somewhat embarrassed figure not far away, and he smiled very kindly.

Zhang Bugou stood quietly in the distance, his originally neat gray clothes had been torn apart by the invisible sword qi in the battle just now,

Even his exposed skin was deeply cut by the invisible sword qi in the hands of the Mu Dao man.

"Tick-tock. ”

Blood, gently dripped from his arm, and then with a crisp sound of landing.

Zhang Bugou took a deep breath and rushed towards the wooden road man again.