"The first cut!"

Those who shouted these three words were the people of good deeds who shouted in unison. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The characteristics of the scimitar make it wielded with a round twist, good and evil, and it is elusive. Murong Ying's slash on the head, but under the drive of the arc of the scimitar and the air current, under the unbelievable and unexpected gaze, it suddenly appeared out of thin air from Leng Guangyou's right shoulder, and wiped it towards Leng Guangyou's neck.

Such a surprise is enough to make people feel at a loss and be shocked.

And at this moment, Leng Guangyou closed his eyes unexpectedly, and a cold light of the long sword suddenly appeared, blocking in front of his waist and crotch, but he ignored the neck pointed by the scimitar.

Everyone thought that this unashamed cold light would be cut off by Murong Ying in the next moment, and the exclamations were all ready to stop in their throats, waiting for the moment when they saw blood to rush out at the same time. Unexpectedly, in the next moment, this exclamation came out in unison before the blood sprayed.

The shouts were not filled with the joy of seeing the killing, but with the shock of witnessing an incredible miracle.

With a "dang" sound, two swords made of the same steel intersected, and a spark bloomed from the junction of the blades.

The long sword resisted the scimitar that slashed down, but the sword body did not move at all, and it was as tall as a mountain.

Under the cold light and fluttering messy hair, his eyes opened again, revealing a mouthful of neat and white gums: "Brother Murong's skillful knife skills, Leng admires it." However, because of the over-reliance on subtle moves, Brother Tai has developed a habit of course. Unfortunately, Leng happened to have seen this knife technique, so Leng was convinced that Brother Tai would give up the near and far, and the easy to take the difficult, so he bet on the ultimate direction of the scimitar. ”

If what Leng Guangyou said was true, he really "bet" on this trick, then he didn't take his life seriously. However, it may also be that people have the inertia of thinking, so they feel that all high-rollers are heroes who regard death as home and self-sacrifice as child's play. The cold light is a gambling knife, although it is reckless, but it is even more pleasant.

Murong Ying was lucky with the sword, and broke away from the sticky force on the cold light long sword, without any frustration on his face, but smiled: "Any martial arts, even if the practice is in line with what is described in the secret book, it is still someone else's martial arts." Unless you can bypass the same and draw inferences from others, depending on your personality and body type and other factors, you will really learn this kung fu. ”

Leng Guangyou said with a little surprise: "Since Brother Murong has such a deep understanding of martial arts, why did the first sword make a mistake?"

Murong Ying said happily: "Didn't Brother Leng say that he would let me make three moves first, and then divide the winner in the fourth move? ”

If it is said that the purpose of practicing martial arts is to strengthen the body, then some methods of maintaining health and luck are enough to prolong people's lives and prevent all diseases. And some people are not only satisfied with this way, but work harder to continue to climb to the peak of martial arts, naturally because he has a strong heart and does not want to be subservient to others. There are only a few people who can have this belief and are not arrogant.

Therefore, Leng Guangyou's "unashamed" words aroused the pride in Murong Ying's heart, so that Murong Ying would never show his true strength in the first three moves, purely in the nature of entertainment.

Leng Guang asked rhetorically, "Playing?"

Murong Ying smiled and nodded: "Play." ”

Then Murong Ying continued: "After four moves, Brother Leng should be able to clearly understand what kind of existence the person in front of you is. ”

Leng Guangyu smiled, and threw the long sword in his hand on the ground casually, not seeing him exert any force, the nearly two-foot-long sword body went straight into the ground, up to the hilt: "At this moment, Leng is really afraid that he will not be able to control it for a while, and he will slaughter Brother Murong by mistake." ”

Then Leng Guangyu spread out his hands, making it clear that he was going to fight Murong Ying empty-handed: "Brother Murong, please!"

Murong Ying's eyes lit up: "If Brother Leng accidentally breaks a hand, but he can't bear the pain and doesn't say a word, I still respect you as a hero." ”

Leng Guang said faintly: "What Brother Murong said is by no means an exaggeration, but pure nonsense. ”

As soon as the words fell, the light on Murong Ying's scimitar flickered even more dazzlingly due to the infusion of true qi, and the cold light that exploded in an instant almost made people feel cold all over their bodies, and at the same time, their eyes were almost blinded by the strong light. Some ordinary people who had no foundation couldn't help but cover their eyes with a cry of pain, obviously because the bright light stung their eyes.

The next moment, all the light was collected in the scimitar, deeply restrained. The simplicity of the scimitar at this time forms a strong contrast with the radiance just now, and it has a strong visual impact.

Silently, like a silent spring rain, the scimitar stacked layers of waves, omnipresent and omnipenetrating swept towards the cold light.

At that moment, people almost saw countless Murong Eagles, wielding countless scimitars, and there were human figures and sword shadows in all directions, rushing towards the cold light.

This hand earned a full round of applause when he boarded up.

However, the layman looks at the excitement, and the insider looks at the doorway.

Murong Ying's trick is very ornamental, but the phantom that changes can only bluff laymen. The senses of a true master are so keen, even if they can't discern the true body from the thousands of phantoms, but under the induction of the qi machine, they can instantly identify the biggest offensive of the crisis, so as to give birth to the method of contingency, and the rest of the phantoms will be self-defeating. And the invisible phantom condenses the actual attack, which is absolutely fantastic, and it is simply impossible.

I saw that the cold light in the field seemed to be overwhelmed by the endless sword shadow, and I could only vaguely see him slowly raise his right hand, as if he was caressing a luxurious and delicate satin, and the action was very pleasing to the eye. In the end, under the shocked eyes of Zhang Yan and others, he raised his thumb alone and pressed it towards thousands of sword shadows.

The thumb rests on top of the edge of the scimitar.

"Bang", under the impact of two strong forces, the shadow of the knife was like a fish thrown into the river by a small pebble, and it fled in an instant and disappeared.

"One-finger Zen!"

Murong Ying expressed his surprise on behalf of Zhang Yan and the others.

Leng Guangyu has one hand on his back, the thumb of the other hand is on the blade, and he stands straight with his whole body, such a standing posture appears in the field of life and death duel, which looks extremely chic and handsome.

"One finger of Zen, specializing in breaking the true qi of the inner family. Leng Guangyu smiled.

Zhang Zhan felt even more enthusiastic in his eyes, and secretly made up his mind that he would learn to Zen with one finger no matter what. Don't talk about the subtlety of one-finger Zen, just say that when using it, the heroic aura on the whole body is enough to make any daughter's family crazy, and enough for any heroic to blush.