Obviously, the soldiers under the mountain didn't want to give a few people a chance to chat, and a long sword with intricately engraved hilts pierced through the wind.

"It's actually the art of the sword!" Han Baijian snapped his fingers and knocked off the flying iron sword, slightly surprised.

The art of the sword is not uncommon, on the contrary, it is a technique that everyone can practice in some medium and large sects, and there is only one such art of the sword, and the sword cultivation is the same all over the world, the difference is the sword technique derived from the sword.

This is like the difference between a person who can only use brute force and a person who knows how to punch to maximize his strength, not to say that the latter must be stronger than the former, and there are not no examples of breaking ten with one force, in contrast, the latter is more popular. As for the speed and power of Edgeworth, it was a matter of the strength of the divine sense.

There were also people who disdained swordsmanship before, and they were bent on pursuing fast, and the enemy's head would fall to the ground with a sword, and finally there was no one who went through this road, and there was an old sword cultivator in Zhongzhou who was already standing one step away from the end of this road, but after decades, he finally did not take that step, and it was not easy, I am afraid that only he knew it.

The one who knows the art of the sword is a disciple of the sect who was transferred to the army by the Ouyang clan, it is better to say that it is dispatched, it is better to be assigned to the frontier, it is best to die on the battlefield, if you can't die, you can't go back.

Wang Yuan was a little incredulous when he saw his sword being guarded so easily, and what shocked him the most was that he found that he couldn't control his natal flying sword.

Han Baijian held the long sword and looked at it, barely thinking of it as a spiritual weapon, pouting disdainfully, and throwing the sword away.

Wang Yuan was extremely focused, and when the woman threw his sword to the ground, control of the flying sword was finally returned to his own hands.

Wang Yuan thought about it, if he and the flying sword lost their sense because of that woman, it would be a little too terrifying, how could there be such a person with such strength in the border, even if there is one, then it must be at the level of a general.

In the final analysis, Wang Yuan actually didn't want to admit that there would be such a big gap between himself and the other party, you must know that he was an inner disciple in the sect before, and his future was very good.

He didn't think about why tens of thousands of people were dispatched to deal with seven people if the enemy's strength was really weak.

drilled the tip of the horns, which is so easy to come out.

Wang Yuan took back his long sword dragon roar, the name was given by himself, and if you want to say the meaning, you can only be domineering.

He examined the sword, as if he was worried that the weapon that had been cut through flesh and bone in the past war had been damaged by the woman.

Wang Yuan, who had regained his strength, increased his divine sense, and the flying sword rushed out at a faster speed, but this time he changed the target to Smiler, who was a few people away from the Hanbai Sword, and she subconsciously avoided the woman who couldn't see the depth.

Han Fanting admired the brother of the sword in the crowd, and he was the first to pick the Hanbai sword, even if he was leveled by a snap of his fingers, but his courage was commendable, and daring to make a sword was the most basic skill of a swordsman.

The frustrated young man was not discouraged at all, and soon controlled the flying sword to launch a second wave of offensive, but this time he actually changed the target and pointed directly at their captain, this time Han Fan admired this brother even more, although he was about to become an enemy who either died or I lived, but Han Fen did not hide his praise and appreciation for him at all.

The fat man never expected that he would become the first target of the attack, he showed a warm smile, thinking to himself that he was not long enough to be harmless, the speed of the flying sword was not slow at all, but what everyone did not expect was that the flying sword shifted its direction when it was ten meters closer to the fat man, and finally passed the fat man's ear.

Wang Yuan's eyes glared again and again, he was puzzled because in his perception, when his natal flying sword was ten meters close to the fat man, there was a force affecting the flying sword, but this force was not large, but it only changed the direction of the flying sword slightly, so when it came to the fat man, the flying sword had deviated from the target.

Wang Yuan thought it was the wind blowing at first, but then he thought about how it was possible for his divine sense to be blown away by the wind, isn't that a big joke in the world?

After analyzing these, Wang Yuan looked at the fat man calmly, he thought that he had seen through all this, so he was confident, as long as he had a few more moves, he would definitely be able to find his flaws, no matter what strange things he had, one by one. Wang Yuan thought so, and the momentum on his body increased several times.

Wang Yuan's popularity in the Ouyang Clan's border army is also well-known, from the greenhouse flower who was first considered to be a flower fist embroidered leg and has not experienced life and death to his invincible sword slashing the enemy, the soldiers' emotions towards him changed from contempt to admiration.

In addition, Wang Yuan loves to be in the limelight, this kind of limelight seems to be a simple show-off in the sect, but on the battlefield, it can save his companions in danger, the soldiers on the border have always been simple and direct, Wang Yuan saved his companions who can entrust their backs, and they will naturally be grateful, and over time, his popularity will naturally be higher and higher.

When Wang Yuan took out the second sword, the soldiers who went up the mountain around him naturally slowed down, and everyone wanted to see the picture of the flying sword slashing the enemy alone, but another mistake made the soldiers embarrassed for Wang Yuan.

Since Wang Yuan did not make meritorious contributions, the squad leader was also worried that he would not be able to get over his face, so he shouted to let the soldiers speed up, Wang Yuan stood in place, his expression was indifferent, although he was halfway up the mountain, he was more than a little lower than the fat man, but it just created a condescending feeling for him.

The fat man's smile was even worse, but Wang Yuan felt that the fat man's smile on the top of the mountain brought out a bit of puzzlement and ridicule, he thought that it was because of his second sword mistake, so the fat man was so arrogant.

"Hmph. Wang Yuan snorted coldly, and released his divine sense to sense the energy that caused the flying sword to deviate, hoping to find some clues.

"What are you doing?" the fat man finally asked.

"Left side door!" Wang Yuan thought that the fat man was deliberately satirizing his behavior of using his divine sense.

"How many battles have I participated in, how can I play such a game of master dialogue with you, and when I find out your flaws, it will be your death! Wang Yuan muttered, and continued to sense with his divine sense, but he didn't notice anything, raised his eyebrows, and was surprised that the fat man withdrew his hand very quickly, and there was not even a trace of energy in the air.

"You deserve to be my opponent!" Wang Yuan said loudly.

His heart lake is extremely calm, and it is normal that he doesn't feel it, and if he can defeat the fat man in this way, then he is not worthy of being his opponent.

"Brother...... What the hell are you doing?" the fat man looked confused, he didn't even have the slightest desire to make a move.

"Huh?" Wang Yuan sensed that something seemed to be wrong, and the fat man's expression didn't look like he was pretending.

"Big brother, look where your sword flew!" the fat man finally said this.

"Huh?" Wang Yuan woke up from a dream, and his mind sensed that he had long lost the connection with the flying sword.