Chapter Seventy-Two: Heng Ge But Wan Fu

The voice came into Liang Ruoshi's ears, and the young man didn't understand why the senior brother would say such a sentence at such a critical moment. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

This sentence is a partial door in the Pure Heaven Inheritance Sword Technique, it is a very common move, and more precisely, it is the basic sword spectrum that the disciples will learn after the entry.

But just like in the past when he practiced sword tricks in Lingxu, Liang Ruoshi honestly followed his senior brother's instructions without any hesitation.

He raised his right knee, his wrist slumped slightly, and the sword rushed backwards, and his figure swept backwards like a remnant in the wind.

With this retreat, the two falling cliffs stopped in mid-air.

The Hengshuang Sword, which won without regrets, entered the trend, shining brightly in the night sky, and instantly came to Liang Ruoshi's body.

Liang Ruoshi's robe was broken a few times, and a faint blood mouth appeared on his shoulder, looking extremely embarrassed, but he successfully got rid of the sword momentum that he did not regret!

No one could have imagined such an ending.

People are very sure that the key lies in Liang Ruoshi's retreat.

What is the magic of that retreat? Can you avoid the ultimate sword momentum?

Liang Ruoshi knew very well that it was his body and sword intent that avoided the ultimate sword momentum.

But the premise is that one retreats.

You have to retreat before you can stand again.

That retreat is self-admitted, and it is to follow the trend.

Whether the wind and clouds are coming from the west or from the east, sometimes, it is just whether the flowing water of the clear stream is flowing smoothly or retrograde.

In the end, what Hate Shui taught him was not specific sword moves, but how to face pressure correctly.

Because of age, because of some objective reasons, there will always be a moment when I can't bear the pressure.

Hard support is of course courage, and learning to retreat is a kind of wisdom.

Finally hated Shui used his wisdom to dissipate the coercion brought by the ultimate sword momentum of the fourth junior brother who won without regrets.

Next, it's the turn to win without regrets and bear the pressure.

Liang Ruoshi's expression was slightly calm, and the sword momentum reappeared, as sharp as a cliff between the mountain peaks.

But unlike before, the sword in his hand rushed in and went up according to the star frost.

The two cliffs no longer closed slowly as before, but directly ...... Capsize!

The boy saw the interval of the other party's true yuan exchange!

The night wind was blowing, the clothes were hunting, the young man held the sword and broke through the candlelight, and the sword fell like a mountain cliff!

The cliff was suddenly broken, and the covered Xiaoxiang was in chaos!

Win without regrets snorted, put away the sword, stepped on the star and returned, and the body was indescribably casual and chic.

There was a muffled sound, and only then did it resound in the night sky.

It was the sound of the Hengshuang Sword and the Chongxu Sword meeting.

In an instant, the situation was reversed.

In a flash, a tear appeared in the placket between the chest and abdomen.

He landed on his feet, his sword at his side, and his hand holding the hilt trembled slightly.

He knew that he was already at a disadvantage, but his mind was not flustered.

Just then, a voice sounded behind him.

"Take a back seat. ā€

Win without regret hearing Gu Xiaosheng's voice, thinking to himself what is this?

Standing with his sword in his hand, waiting for Liang Ruo to attack, how chic it is, and then take a few steps back, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

He thought so, but for some reason his feet retreated back to the direction of Shaobi.

Just after he left, a deep crack appeared on the ground where he had been standing!

Win without regrets changed slightly, and only then did he know that Liang Ruoshi's sword intent was quietly hidden here!

It was only at this point that the opponent's sword intent was exhausted.

The cliff fell suddenly, and the frost broke the stars, destroying the flickering candle flame in the night, but the cliff rock that collapsed was farther than people could see.

What kind of ghost move is this? Why didn't you see it when the gods were talking about the Tao?

If it weren't for Gu Xiaosheng's reminder, he would have been seriously injured by now.

......

......

The final hatred of the water was very surprised, and looked at Gu Xiaosheng.

There was silence on the stone steps in front of the hall, and everyone's eyes fell on Gu Xiaosheng.

The confrontation between Win and Don't Regret and Liang Ruoshi is just a few moves, and in a moment, each encounters great danger.

The ultimate hatred water can see through the true meaning of the three swords, and he drank it off, helping Liang Ruoshi to deal with it with the most basic method in the Pure Heaven Sword Method, and breaking it on the contrary, this kind of insight, this kind of coping wisdom, is really amazing, but he is the ultimate hatred of water, so no one will feel too shocked or surprised.

But...... Why was Gu Xiaosheng able to see through Liang Ruoshi's sword momentum, and why did he look so familiar with the Pure Heaven Sword Technique?

Could it be that he is also like hating water in the end, stealing hundreds of schools of thought, and has incomparably broad knowledge?

No one can believe this inference.

The silence lasted only a short time before it was broken again.

Gu Xiaosheng didn't seem to feel the hundreds of eyes that fell on him.

He withdrew his gaze from Win Buregret and looked at the final hatred water opposite.

"Rainbow Chaoguan!"

"Trolling Shadow!"

"The bright moon leads to the wind lotus!"

He said three words in a row.

That's the name of the three sword moves.

The three most prestigious moves of the eight northern counties.

Hearing Gu Xiaosheng's voice, his expression of hatred for the water became solemn.

"Yu Xia Chengqi!"

"Bai Hongtongxia!"

"Yunxing breaks the horizontal wave!"

He also said three words in a row.

That's the three moves, the ...... in the general outline of the spirit ruins Three tricks.

The two of them didn't look at Ying Buregret and Liang Ruoshi in the field, and they didn't look at the crowd with different expressions on the stone steps in front of the hall.

They just looked at each other and said moves.

In fact, when Gu Xiaosheng said the first move, the final hatred began to deal with it.

Gu Xiaosheng's second move is to deal with the final hatred of water.

Their voices floated in front of the quiet Frost Cloud Temple, in the square and in the night.

Their voices were not loud, but they were very clear, especially in the ears of Win No Regrets and Liang Ruoshi, it was like thunder, booming!

Liang Ruoshi's expression was solemn, holding the sword and holding the Dao, and with a clear shout, the thin figure dragged out the Dao crack shadow in the night.

The swarthy sword in his hand broke through the night, silently, like a fire, burning the sky.

Yu Xia Chengqi!

Win without regret looked suddenly, and hung the sword upside down in front of him - the second move that the final hated Shui said was Bai Hongtongxia, he didn't know what that move was, whether it would be as powerful as Yu Xia Chengqi, but he could faintly feel that the three sword moves that Liang Ruoshi used at this time were a series of combinations, enterprising with momentum, and stacking on top of each other!

If he uses his own method, he should be able to take the first two moves, but he can't be sure if he can take the last and strongest move.

Gu Xiaosheng's voice was still echoing in his head.

Those three words were very clear, and those three sword moves were very familiar to him.

The most prestigious sword style in the eight northern counties, how could he, as a prince, not be familiar with it!

At this moment, he didn't have time to think about why Gu Xiaosheng knew these sword moves, so he subconsciously raised the sword in his hand according to what Gu Xiaosheng said.

The moment he raised the Frost Sword, he remembered that something was wrong with this matter.

How could these three sword moves be used together?

Hong Chaoguan is the third sword of Qingshui County, Trolling Qingying is the opening sword of Qiyun Dao, and Mingyue Yinfeng Lotus is the twenty-first sword in his family swordsmanship!

Obviously it is a move in the sword duel of the three families, how can it be mixed together? The way the vitality that matches the sword move is completely different, how can it be forcibly connected? Isn't he afraid that the true yuan will be reversed and injured? He has followed his father to visit the celebrity grandmasters of the eight northern counties since he was a child, and he has never heard of these sword techniques being used like this!

No matter how confused you are, you don't have time to think about it at this time.

Liang Ruoshi's sword had already come to him, and after Yu Xia Chengqi's terrifying sword momentum, Bai Hongtongxia's arch guard had already faintly formed!

Win without regrets, sink your heart, and the sword will go to the rainbow!

Again the Shadow of the Shadow!

His true element traveled from his meridians to his wrist, then sank suddenly, turning back along a path he had never tried before.

Only in this way can the rainbow float to the clear shadow.

Win without regret has been mentally prepared for Zhenyuan backlash and vomiting blood when injured.

However...... Nothing happened.

His True Yuan easily followed the meridians and sank into the Qi Customs!

Not only was it not injured, but the feeling of unobstructed made him want to scream comfortably!

Win without regrets, confidence suddenly increases, the sword is like the wind, breaking through the sword shadow of Liang Ruoshi across the night sky, dragging the clear shadow and the sea of qi flowers!

Still no problems!

His True Yuan ran extremely smoothly, and he even had a feeling that these two sword moves were not the content of the two sword techniques at all, but should have been connected together!

Countless crisp sword sounds rang out in the night sky.

The people watching the battle on the stone steps in front of the hall saw that the way of winning without regrets became extremely weird, and between retreats, it was very stiff, and it gave people a sense of course!

No matter how powerful Liang Ruoshi's sword was, he could never be imprisoned in it.

After countless sword sounds, Liang Ruoshi's sword finally made the move of Yunxing breaking the horizontal wave.

This is also the last trick that Ultimate Hate Water said.

This is the big move in the general outline of the spiritual ruins, taking the meaning of Yunxing Tianqiong and the seaside Lanting breaking the flood.

In Lan Qiyunxing's sword intent, there was a surging killing intent hidden in the waves.

The sword of rushing ruins seemed to be covered with a sea wave, surging and pressing in all directions.

Like a flood bursting its banks, it is swift and unstoppable.

If it weren't for Gu Xiaosheng's voice, Win would probably choose the most violent way at this time, trying to die with the opponent, or in other words, hit Liang Ruoshi's weakness again with the method of burning jade.

But not now.

He used only one simple trick.

"The bright moon leads to the wind lotus!"

This is the twenty-first sword in his family sword lineage.

At other times, this sword move is definitely not of much use, and can only be used as a connection.

But previously, the sword style of winning without regrets had successfully competed with Liang Ruoshi's first two swords, and at the same time, he was ready for the last sword.

Suddenly, a bright moon rose on the sea.

The bright moon is in the wind, and all are bright.

He held the sword and led the white lotus to the flood waves.

In a flash, lotus flowers bloom all over the tide.

He snapped his sword back.

The Frost Sword swept across the Ruin Rushing Sword, bringing out a spark.

The sword failed to hurt Liang Ruoshi in the slightest, but it brought the wind.

In the night wind, the hilt of his sword struck Liang Ruoshi's sword-holding hand.

Clean, not off-the-beaten-path.

There was a soft snap.

The ruin-rushing sword roared through the air and landed in the depths of the night.

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