If you want to ask what the sword of Shuhu Heng looks like, it should be said that it is like a full moon, full and flawless, without the slightest flaw.

Even if it's just a simple stroke, the most accurate angle, the most appropriate force, and the most ingenious line are used to force Li Si's throat directly, not a single point heavy nor a point light, not a point fast or a point slow.

It wasn't until his sword almost touched Li Si's throat that Li Si raised his sword to block his blade, and his sword suddenly became faster.

A spark sparked between the two swords, and Shuhu Heng's sword had changed direction in an instant, stabbing at Li Si's waist.

Between this virtual and real, he did not hesitate to transform.

His sword was quite fast, as fast as the wind and sand suddenly rolled up in the desert, and without the slightest warning, it had already obscured the sky and the sun.

It's a pity that so far, there is no kind of fast in this world that can be faster than Li Si.

Li Si's figure disappeared, and when the sword in Shuhu Heng's hand fell.

Then in the next moment, a faint streamer had already passed by Shuhu Heng's side.

Shuhu subconsciously blocked the sword in front of him, and then, a piercing grinding sound sounded.

When Li Si appeared behind Shuhu Heng, the sword in Shuhu Heng's hand was already a blade rolling, and the sword was not bad, but it was still not strong enough.

And the Zang Feng in Li Si's hand also opened a gap.

At most, three swords, the swords in the hands of the two will be broken, Shuhu Heng and Li Si both know this, so they must also divide the victory and defeat within the three swords.

"Thorn!" Li Si turned around and swung his sword to slash behind him.

The blade of the sword cut through the blowing wind, dragging the air current, causing the smoke and dust to rise behind it, and faintly, it seemed that others really saw the long wind in the battlefield being split in half.

This is a simple fast, unavoidable fast.

So Shuhu Heng didn't dodge, he felt the rapidly approaching blade, slowly closed his eyes, and exhaled a breath of turbid air from his chest.

He didn't use his eyes to see, because he already knew from the sword just now, he couldn't see Li Si's sword.

So, he simply didn't look at it.

And he can't win against Li Si, he also understands this, because Li Si is too fast.

But there is one thing he must do, he has to take Li Si's three moves.

Because, he has to use at least three moves.

Yan Tingzhi said that the swordsmanship of the tiger is like quicksand in the desert, and this statement is not without reason.

When Li Si's sword was about to arrive, Shuhu Heng's sword finally turned, and the blade swung through a semicircle in the air, colliding with Li Si's sword in a just right position.

Then, Li Si's sword was deflected.

For Li Si, he only felt that his sword seemed to have landed on an inclined plane, and he didn't need any strength.

This is the swordsmanship of the Tiger.

Quicksand is never murderous, it will only quietly devour everyone who strays into it.

Along with the sword in his hand, Li Si's body was also taken to the side, and he should have flown past Shuhu Heng's side.

At this time, Shuhu Heng's sword had already stopped there, waiting for him to collide with it.

This is the first move, a move for others to fall into the net.

Li Si frowned at the ushered sword, stepped on the ground, turned over and flew into the air, and narrowly dodged the sword of the magic tiger.

But then, the sword of the sword was already entangled.

It is difficult for a person trapped in the quicksand to escape, and the more he struggles, the deeper he will fall, and at this time, Li Si has already stepped into it with one foot, so it is naturally impossible to escape so easily.

There is no way for Li Si in mid-air to change direction, at least without a relay. But Shuhu Heng's sword has always been attached to him, so he can't dodge, Li Si can't avoid it, so he has to use his sword to block Shuhu Heng's sword.

And the moment the two swords touched, he felt a force that tugged at his sword.

The sword was so wrapped around his sword that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out again.

This is the second move of Shuhuheng, a move that makes people have nowhere to escape. At this time, Li Si was already stuck in quicksand.

Li Si fell to the ground, but he couldn't pull back, because his sword was still wrapped in Shuhu Heng's hand, and unless he gave up his sword and left, he had no chance of getting out.

Suddenly, the Shuhu in front of him spoke.

"Qi deficiency dantian, luck turning seven, returning to the hundred veins, attached to the big song. ”

It seemed to be an internal mantra, Li Si was stunned for a moment, but he still said this sentence in his heart and silently wrote it down.

Shuhu opened his eyes and glanced at him, and then, dragging Li Si's sword with his sword and turning around in front of him.

Li Si felt the internal qi in his hand shake, his body was shocked and retreated, and the long sword in his hand also flew out of his hand, and the stab fell to the side.

"Gather the sky, turn the clouds into the clouds, and the three episodes of the middle assistant, send them to the awakening. ”

Shuhu Heng continued to read, and the sword qi on his body gradually became majestic.

Li Si stopped his steps back, looked at Shuhu Heng, his expression became serious, and the robe on his body moved gently with the internal qi.

"Li Si, take it!" When the sword intent on Shuhu Heng's body rose to the peak, he looked at Li Si and shouted loudly.

Then, he took a step forward and swung the sword in his hand.

That sword brought up a piece of wind and sand, and the rolling sword qi came along with the yellow sand, as if the desert was shaking, and it was going to swallow life and swallow life.

At the same time, Li Si also moved, his body turned into a white shadow, pulled up the Tibetan Feng that fell aside, and rushed into the dust.

The sword momentum of the two is huge, the other is tiny, and it seems that the victory and defeat have been divided, but what people see is that white shadow like a gap, through the sand and dust, and came to the side of Shuhu Heng.

Then, there was a chorus of swords.

The people in the rivers and lakes who watched Li Si and Shuhu Heng fight each other thought that they were dazzled, because they saw countless white figures, with an ethereal mist, passing through Shuhuheng's body from all directions.

In the sound of the clanging sword, those white shadows stabbed or slashed, or slashed or picked, staying on the ground or in mid-air with various sword momentums, staying for a whole breath, and then dispersed together with the smoke and dust.

In the battlefield, Li Si stood behind Shuhu Heng, and the sword in his hand had already pierced Shuhu Heng's chest.

Shuhu Heng blocked him with a total of twelve swords, and he couldn't block the last sword.

Blood dripped down the blade of the sword and fell to the ground, staining the yellow sand.

Shuhu stood with his head bowed, the sword in his hand falling to the side.

It should have been after a while, he coughed hard, turned his head sideways, and said to Li Si behind him.

"The three tricks just now, please teach Ah Nu after you go back, tell her to go out in the future, don't let people bully her······"

His voice was soft, almost inaudible.

But Li Si still heard it clearly, he looked at him and was stunned for a moment, then was silent for a moment, clenched the sword in his hand, nodded and said.

"Good. ”

"Thank you. Shuhu smiled sideways, turned his head, looked in front of him and asked.

"How is she doing?"

"It's not bad, I started to grow my hair. Li Si replied softly.

"Really?" said Shuhu Heng, closing his eyes lightly, looking into the distance, as if he was remembering something.

"She likes to grow long hair since she was a child, so she should look good when she thinks about it······

As he spoke, the sparkle in his eyes gradually dissipated, until finally, there was no sound.

In the middle of the day, the sky was bright.

Li Si stood for a moment and drew the long sword that was across the chest of the Magic Tiger.

Blood splattered, and Shuhu Heng's body fell limply to the ground.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the war was also a foregone conclusion.