The second level of kendo.

The fight between Tang Qian and the skeleton had entered a white-hot stage, and the sound of clanging echoed in the stone room.

The sword in the skeleton's hand was slightly crooked, Tang Qian felt wrong, and hurriedly turned his head, although Tang Qian blocked the sword in the skeleton's hand, but as soon as the sword qi arrived, it was stimulated from the skeleton's snow-blowing sword, slashing across Tang Qian's face, and a blood mark slowly emerged.

"Hey, isn't it impossible to use mana?" Tang Qian pressed down the skeleton's sword with a force in his hand.

A strange smile appeared on the skeleton's mouth, and he said dryly, "It's just a slippery hand, but I definitely won't activate the power of the Snow Blowing Sword." ”

Tang Qian raised his eyebrows: "Then aren't you a blatant foul?"

The skeleton said: "The rules are dead, and I am also dead, but the sword in my hand is alive, and the swordsmanship is alive." The Snow Blowing Sword in its hand suddenly erupted with bursts of sword qi, and the sword qi was also like a sword, attacking Tang Qian, and Tang Qian had no choice but to parry.

Tang Qian used one sword, but at the same time, he was resisting a sword equivalent to four or five swordsmanship masters!

Even he dared to attack at this time.

The iron sword in Tang Qian's hand flew over, and one of the skeleton's arms flew away, but the sword in the skeleton's hand was inserted into Tang Qian's abdomen.

"This sword is a little less meaningful. The skeleton said, Tang Qian jumped away, but he was laughing: "The next sword can cut off your head." ”

The skeleton was silent, its answer was only the sword in its hand, the tip of the sword danced, like a rose suddenly blooming in the dark, brilliant and dangerous, around him, it seemed that everywhere was a sword, although he only had one sword, but at this moment there were countless swords around his body.

Sword Dance.

The skeleton danced the sword in his hand to an extreme, although he stood in place, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, seemingly scattered, but there was a hidden killing intention, it seemed that there was a sword qi to take Tang Qian's head in the next moment.

This sword is dangerous.

Tang Qian is also waiting for this sword!

The snow blowing in the skeleton's hand suddenly trembled, and a sword qi was like a poisonous dragon out of a hole, coming towards Tang Qian in a tricky direction, but the iron sword in Tang Qian's hand was also thrown out suddenly.

The strength was the same as the speed of the skeleton beyond the limit of the human body, and Tang Qian's blow was also beyond the strength that a monk should have when he had no mana!

The sword was lightless, dark and rusty, but it seemed to weigh as much as a thousand pounds!

Tang Qian's sword aimed at the skeleton's head, the skeleton's sword dance did not stop, and it was difficult to dodge when the posture was swinged, so he had to use the sword in his hand to block it!

A smile suddenly appeared on the skeleton's lips.

In the first level, if Tang Qian wanted to forcibly destroy the skeleton's sword, the skeleton and its sword would be transformed into virtual reality, and the skeleton was to take advantage of this!

Tang Qian's posture was still the action of throwing a sword, and when he saw that the skeleton was about to block his sword, he smiled slightly: "It's really smart." ”

Because Tang Qian's sword will inevitably shatter the blowing snow in the skeleton's hand, the skeleton's body shape is illusory, so that Tang Qian's iron sword passes through the skeleton's sword and head, and then it instantly re-solidifies, and it is about to make a move, because at this time, Tang Qian has no sword in his hand-

The skeleton's gaze suddenly dropped slightly, and it was slightly deflected.

It doesn't have eyes, why does it have sight? Since it is about to draw its sword, Tang Qian is about to lose, why does it feel weak in its hands?

The skeleton's sword fell to the ground, and so did its head.

Tang Qian held the thrown iron sword in his backhand and said with a smile: "Since you can use sword qi, I think I can also use the painting sword-"

Tang Qian should not have had the aura to use the painting sword, but at that moment, his body and the sword seemed to merge into one, and the people where the sword was there naturally arrived.

As soon as the iron sword passed through the skeleton's head, Tang Qian appeared behind the skeleton with a backhand holding the sword, and then cut off the skeleton's head with a sword.

The skeleton laughed very much this time, and the two rows of teeth cracked widely: "Very good, maybe you can try the third level." The skeleton's mouth grew weaker and weaker as it said the last few words, and its body was scattered into bones.

The snow blowing sword on the ground is still there.

It seemed that all the power of this stone chamber was heading towards the next door that was slowly opening.

Tang Qian's injuries recovered quickly, and it seemed that he had just fought against that skeleton, but it was just a dream of Nan Ke.

Tang Qian looked at the snow blowing sword on the ground, and then looked at the iron sword in his hand, and without thinking much about it, he walked straight forward with the iron sword.

"You can also choose another sword. Tang Qian had heard this voice, it was not the dry voice of the skeleton, but the voice of the monk named Du Tian.

Tang Qian didn't look back, the moment he crossed the door, he could see the next stone room, which was more spacious and darker, and there was a very simple human figure standing in the middle, not Google, but also without eyes and nose, it seemed to be a puppet, but it was still not Du Tian.

Tang Qian couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

"You seem to want to compete with me?" Du Tian's voice sounded, and Tang Qian saw that there seemed to be a person sitting in the corner of the stone room.

Tang Qian was about to walk over, but a sword stopped him, the puppet with no nose and no eyes had four swords at his waist, and a sword stuck in the ground.

These are a total of five swords, all of which look the same.

The figure said, "This is the Little Five Elements Sword Technique, and you can be regarded as fighting with me." ”

The small five elements of swordsmanship is not five substances, but five swords, the special system of the sword represents also varies from person to person, as long as these five swords can become the world of their own, they can be called the small five elements, but today, the monks use this kind of swordsmanship more and more rare.

The small five-element sword formation needs to be warmed for a long time, and each sword must be a high-quality sword, plus it also needs to be refined in the same furnace, and it takes a longer time to practice the changes......

This caused the monks to stay away from this kind of sword formation.

"So the Little Five Elements Sword Technique is a kind of swordsmanship?" Tang Qian couldn't help but ask.

"Whether it's swordsmanship or not, you'll know if you try it. The figure next to him who was suspected of being Du Tian's phantom said, but the puppet didn't say a word.

Tang Qian handed out a sword plainly. Horizontal slash.

The sword is like a brush, it seems that the heaven and the earth are about to be divided, this time the mana in Tang Qian's body is still like a pool of stagnant water, suppressed by this trial and prohibition, but the power of the sword is even greater.

When Tang Qian walked here, he already understood that this was the first

Guan and the second level are not emphasizing sword moves, but emphasizing how the sword can be combined with heaven and earth when there is no mana, and then attract the power of heaven and earth, that is, aura.

Therefore, the skeleton does not need to use mana to use sword qi, and Tang Qian does not need mana to use the painting sword.

It's all the same.

This sword is mellow and free, if you use Tang Qian's broken sword, it must actually be the same as when Tang Qian uses mana.

This means that with the addition of mana, the power of Tang Qian's sword technique is equivalent to double!

However, a sword in the puppet's hand flew out and blocked Tang Qian's sword horizontally, although it was blocked, the sword itself was also violently knocked away.

"Oh?" Tang Qian couldn't help but say lightly.

The landing point of this sword is very particular, and the sword that was inserted into the ground at the beginning became a horn, Tang Qian shot faster, and another sword seemed to be a light stroke-

However, the iron sword was a thunderous heavy hand in his hand, and it was completely different from the swordsmanship on it.

The puppet drew another sword and stood in front of him.

The tip of Tang Qian's iron sword struck the puppet's sword, but the sound of gold and iron intersecting was deafening, and the sword in the puppet's hand was knocked away again.

"Your little Five Elements swordsmanship, just more swords?" Tang Qian turned the sword body, but he couldn't see the figure of the puppet, and he couldn't even hear the sound or smell.

"You're trying to say that you can win the battle before the five swords are in place, right? Du Tian's voice was beaming: "But who said that the small world of the Little Five Elements Swordsmanship must have five swords? In that case, wouldn't the weakness be obvious—oh, I forgot, this puppet's Little Five Elements Swordsmanship is characterized by the stripping of the five senses—it seems that you can't hear it at all." ”

The five senses are not the conventional five senses, Tang Qian can clearly feel it, it should refer to sight, hearing, taste, smell, and spiritual sense—that is, the extension of the monk's own mana, even if the mana is forbidden and sealed, Tang Qian can still have a slight spiritual sense before, as if the skin has been extended.

Now there is nothing, death-like darkness, death-like silence, the tongue is indifferent and tasteless, making people want to vomit, and they can't even feel the smell of the other party with their noses, although Tang Qian doesn't know if this puppet has a smell.

When he first entered, he seemed to be a little flustered, Tang Qian said in his heart, but now he is a little used to it.

The iron sword was in front of him, although he didn't know where the puppet was at this time, but the touch on his hand was still there, if he could touch his sword, he could guess the position of his body by touching the vine, and then he could take out the sword- Tang Qian's abdomen suddenly hurt, and at the moment of pain, he already understood that he was stabbed by the other party's sword, but what was faster than his thought was Tang Qian's footwork, an intuition exercised between life and death, and he had to dodge if he was slashed, so Tang Qian's people retreated first, and then thought that he had been stabbed.

The sense of touch is still there, maybe I can feel it when he cuts my clothes with his sword?

Tang Qian regretted it when he thought about it, because the puppet's sword was suddenly like the skeleton in the second level, like a storm, and Tang Qian could only rely on himself

Intuition, the experience of fighting skeletons, and a hint of aura parrying, ten moves can block three moves, six moves will dodge when the wound is very shallow, and one move will have a deep wound.

Tang Qian's perception from the sword was very clear, this was the same sword, and there should be another sword in the puppet's hand.

"It's nice to be able to do this after losing all five senses. Du Tian's phantom praised outside, but it seemed to end here, his hand could be seen in the shadows, his fingers seemed to be simulating Tang Qian's sword, Tang Qian's swordsmanship was gradually chaotic, and then he was knocked away by the long sword in the puppet's hand, at this time Tang Qian had no sword in his hand, the puppet had two hands, and two swords.

The calculation ended, and Tang Qian died.

"It's just too young to cope well enough. Du Tian sighed, but Tang Qian staggered the puppet's sword when he calculated the sixth move, and the puppet's sword pierced Tang Qian's right shoulder, but Tang Qian's right hand had already grabbed the puppet's sword.

Du Tian's phantom's fingers suddenly dropped.

"Found it, you. Tang Qian's shoulders were covered with blood, and his hands were also bleeding from the sharpness of the puppet's sword, but he was laughing.

The iron sword came out, and the puppet was slashed by a sword from the shoulder to the abdomen!

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "A Sword Paints the Sky" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~