Feng Linwan, who was standing in the crowd with a hidden figure, nodded.

One move of swordsmanship, almost ruthless and accurate, even like waving indiscriminately, why can it still have the effect of deterring Yan from martyrdom?

The reason is very simple, the form is scattered and the intention is not dispersed.

Although Tang Ci's sword seems to be child's play, his intention is firmly locked on Yan Martyrdom, as long as Yan Martyrdom reveals flaws, his sword will immediately wash away the lead, so that everyone can see what it means to be fast and accurate.

Yan Martyrdom was also keenly aware of this, so he gave up complicated moves, even the knife techniques he was good at.

Instead, in a wayless and undisciplined way, the knife was chopped down with brute force.

In this way, while his whole body is flawed, he can react instantaneously, no matter what kind of counterattack he encounters, he can deal with it in time.

On the contrary, if the internal force is run according to the move, if a move is not already integrated, it is broken through the flaw, and the temporary change of the move is back to defense, and it is possible to be eaten by the internal force.

Faced with Yan Martyrdom's powerful blow, Tang Ci was not flustered and turned around on the spot.

The long sword swept away, as if he didn't see Yan martyrdom in that direction at all, but just kept surrounding the core of the battlefield, moving in position!

The basic footwork, under the application of Tang words, shows a different style.

He is like a ghost under the white sun, revolving back and forth around Yan Martyrdom. Every attack from Yan Martyrdom would be narrowly avoided by him, but he was extremely calm.

The crowd watching the battle around also began to gradually feel the unusualness of Tang Ci, and the original questioning and pickiness began to turn into exploration.

Scold!

The long knife was finally unsheathed, and the knife was sparkling like a wave.

"Huh, why is it snowing?" exclaimed many in the crowd.

The next moment, someone finally reacted: "It's not snow, it's knife light, his knife light is too dense and too fast, as if snow is falling from the sky." ”

In the shuttle of the knife light, it seems that a series of mournful geese can be faintly heard.

This knife is the most amazing knife in the thirty-nine styles of Yan martyrdom and returning to the wind and falling geese.

It's called Snow Falling Goose Back.

However, the real lethal move of this knife is neither the complicated knife light that seems to be as complicated as snow falling, nor the weird and tricky, like the knife move of a goose.

It's a knife intent that screams constantly and cries miserably.

Previously, Tang Ci influenced Yan to be martyred with his self-taught sword intent.

Now Yan is martyred and borrowed, and he also pays tribute to Tang Ci with the intention of the sword.

This knife is used, if Tang Ci can't catch it, he may die.

Even when Yan was martyred, he couldn't put away the knife.

In the crowd, almost no one heard it, Feng Linwan was bowing his head and chanting poetry.

"I have a pearl, which has been locked by dust for a long time, and once the dust is gone, it shines through the mountains and rivers. ”

In Feng Linwan's view, Tang Ci is the pearl that is locked in the dust.

He should have been extremely dazzling, but he fell into the dust and covered with dust.

Now at the moment of life and death, there is a great terror coming, which will inevitably force him to break out of the cocoon.

For this moment, Feng Linwan cultivated him for a long time and absorbed enough nutrients for him.

Even Tang Ci himself didn't realize that although he practiced all basic martial arts, Feng Linwan, the master, was invisibly exposed to too much martial arts.

When Yan Martyrdom's knife was about to slash through his neck, it was just a snap of his fingers, and in Tang Ci's mind, endless thoughts suddenly exploded.

And then... Out of the sword!

Precise, tenacious, strong... Bright··· Dazzling... Sharp, and... Unique!

The wind suddenly fell silent, and the voices of the people faded away.

It's like diving into the deep ocean and looking up at the sunny sky, everything is so different.

Whew... ！

The fish jumped out of the sea, and Tang Ci's sword stabbed the wind and pierced the boundary.

The realm here is not space or the world, but a kind of boundary that is limited in people's hearts.

The powerful and dazzling sword broke people's imagination and stabbed out quickly from the most impossible angle.

Clang!

The long knife flew out, and half of the blade swept by, cutting off the flying sail behind Yan Martyr.

Yan Martyrdom picked up the broken knife in his hand, and suddenly for a moment, there was no trace of blood on his face.

He lost!

In front of everyone's eyes, if you lose, you have to admit it.

Yan Gui Tie had a blue face, and he suddenly felt that the seemingly kind guy in front of him was so hateful.

He would rather be seriously injured now, just like the second and fourth.

Because if you are seriously injured and unconscious, you don't have to admit defeat.

"In today's battle, you and I are evenly matched, and if we continue to fight, we will inevitably lose both. Why don't you end with a tie?" Tang Ci took the initiative to put away his long sword, and then asked.

Yan Martyrdom snorted coldly: "If you lose, you lose, there's nothing to see!"

"What's your name?"

Tang Ci had already introduced himself before, but he was just an unknown junior at that time, and how many people remembered his name?

Tang Ci smiled slightly, this time his self-introduction was much simpler.

"Feel at ease, Tang Ci!"

Freedom Gate is a sect name temporarily taken by Feng Linwan.

Originally, it was just used to fool Tang Ci.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Tang Ci actually said this name.

Yan Martyrdom laughed three times: "What a free door Tang word, your swordsmanship has entered the realm of no tricks, and the swordsman in the world can defeat you, and there are no more than three people." ”

After that, he turned around and walked away, without hesitation.

This Yan martyrdom is obviously not a real pure person.

Although he is a martial idiot, he is not an idiot, and naturally he has scheming and plans.

He lost to Tang Ci, no matter how Tang Ci wanted to 'give face', the people watching the battle around him were not blind, and naturally they had their judgment.

This doesn't fool people.

Therefore, Yan Martyrdom wants to hold Tang Ci high.

It is a good habit to praise one's opponents.

If you win, you will appear to be extraordinarily powerful, and all the previous praise for your opponent will be multiplied. And if you lose, there are enough reasons to lose. After all, the opponents are so strong, and there is no shame in losing.

And the swordsmanship of Tang Ci is rumored to be won by no more than three people in the world, which is equivalent to single-handedly pushing Tang Ci into the big vanity fair of the rivers and lakes, a big dye vat.

It's just that in the face of Yan's martyrdom's 'frame', Tang Ci was indifferent, but stood in place and said loudly: "In the swordsmanship of the world, there are only two people who can beat me." The Yang City Lord of Tianxia City, it is rumored that the swordsmanship is mysterious, I have never seen it, and I dare not say victory. And the other person is my master Lin Shanren, he passed on my martial arts and raised me to become a talent, and I will never use a sword against him in my life. ”

At this time, Tang Ci, who experienced life and death at that moment, had crossed the ordinary and gradually began to show his true light.

Feng Linwan's eyes in the crowd flashed, and the joy on his face was difficult to hide: "Very good! That's it, ordinary, mediocre, it's just your disguise, strong, domineering, and sharp, that's your true color." If you don't have the heart to fight for hegemony, how can you suppress an era?"

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