At the same time, Chang Fei's narrow sword also appeared in front of Yan Li again.

Yan Li pulled out the sword that was casually inserted into his waist, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

In the past few hours, the martial idiot is like Yan Li, and he must be racking his brains to piece together a way to crack Chang Fei's "one hundred and eighty swords are like rain", and he has really spied on some ways. At this moment, Changfei is standing in front, isn't it a good opportunity to test!

Yan Li stabbed the sword on his shoulder, stepping seven steps horizontally, opposite to Chang Fei, which was separated by four steps, which was in the range of Chang Fei's best play.

This distance is the trap that Yan Li set for Chang Fei. Once Chang Fei showed his sword intent without hesitation, Yan Li would fight back with a well-thought-out sword technique.

But often flying out of the sword is to pay attention to one without hesitation.

The slightest hesitation will make the sword difficult to contain.

Often flies out of the sword.

In the snowy night, there were no stars and no moon, and it was just a wooden sword, which was suddenly brightened by its dance, and thirteen streamers shot towards the big hole around Yan Li's body.

The thirteen swords at the beginning are the essence of "one hundred and eighty swords passing away like rain". Every sword has a lethal killing power, and every key point can make a person incapacitated if it is stabbed. Usually no one is willing to fight hard at the beginning, for such a thirteen swords will choose to avoid, before Yan Li has stabbed Chang Fei's body in three big points, thinking that Chang Fei's last stabbing down the thirteen swords is just a dying struggle, and in the end Chang Fei was connected into rain.

This time, of course, Yan Li chose not to let it, and he also made thirteen swords in a row, each sword went to fight with Chang Fei's sword blade, and sure enough, there was an obstacle, and a few drops of water failed to travel to the torrential rain, and the swordsmanship could not be used.

It's just that Yan Li won't be better. and a sword on his shoulder and elbow.

There is also helplessness. After all, Chang Fei's thirteen swords are carefully designed, and the thirteen swords that Yan uses to block and deal with are patchwork, each sword is very wonderful when it is independent, and it does restrain Chang Fei's every move, but it is a little incoherent, so that the speed naturally falls behind.

But even if Yan Li was hit by two swords, his momentum was like a rainbow, and his confidence increased greatly. And Chang Fei's only swordsmanship that could compete with it was blocked, and naturally began to decline.

When it comes to fighting again, it is already Yan Li's main attack and Chang Fei's insistence.

Chang Fei's sword is just such a move, but Yan Li has experienced many people, although he can't simplify the complexity like Di Qiu and others, but he has always been able to do it like flowers, which is overwhelming.

The blade of the sword slashed Chang Fei's shoulder and arm, the sword stabbed Chang Fei's chest, the back of the sword touched Chang Fei's cheek, and even the back of Chang Fei's head was knocked with the hilt. The swords and swords are like antelope hanging horns, and when the wooden sword is extremely close, Chang Fei can't tell where the sword is going. The truth opened Chang Fei's eyes.

Then it's a matter of separating the winners and losers.

This sword is called "Dazhong Zhizhong", this sword is the most unpretentious, and this sword is directly stabbed in Chang Fei's right chest. This sword could have pierced Chang Fei's heart, but even if it was a wooden sword, the agitation of the shock would probably make Chang Fei unbearable, so Yan Li stabbed it.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Chang Fei's throat, and the whole person trembled. But the corners of his mouth could squeeze out a smile, and then his hands slowly pinched the bladeless wooden sword and caught it.

Chang Fei said with a smile.

Sun Yongwen said that it is best to attack before dawn. Zhao Baiguang didn't think so, Zhao Baiguang said that sneak attacks were the most effective. ”

Yan Li only felt a sudden gust of wind in the back of his head.

That's Zhao Baiguang who doesn't know when he touched behind him!