Wei Yan finished drinking his wine and looked at Feihuo with some contempt. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This contempt comes from Wei Yan's disdain for Feihuo's swordsmanship.

"Your sword seems to be a little heavy!"

Wei Yan said, observing that Spitfire had to spend a lot of effort every time to dance the somewhat heavy saber.

"Yes, this sword is indeed very heavy, and it is already considered a heavy sword!"

"What's the name of your sword?" Wei Yan asked.

Spitfire stroked the sword and said, "Broken Steel!"

Wei Yan untied the sword on his body, and the heavy sword hanging behind him was "Wu Feng".

That sword was heavier than Spitfire's sword, and even when it landed, it shook and trembled.

"Heavy sword?" Wei Yanlang said with a smile: "If it is a specific gravity, I'm afraid no one can compare to my sword!"

What Wei Yan said is true, Feihuo's sword is seven or eight catties, while Wei Yan's is a heavy sword of nearly fifty or sixty catties.

Judging from the dark copper-colored texture of Wei Yan's "No Blade", such a sword is almost as heavy and fierce as Wei Yan's momentum.

"I'll show you, what is called swordsmanship!"

Wei Yan walked outside the ruined temple, he was afraid that because of his excessive movements, he would collapse the small residence of Feihuo.

There is a spacious open space outside the ruined temple, which was originally used to place copper incense tripods, but the temple is dilapidated, and the incense tripods are naturally nowhere to be found.

Wei Yan picked up the heavy sword with one hand, just like an ordinary light sword.

He stood still in the middle of the field, then raised his sword above his head.

"The first type, open the mountain!"

Wei Yan's heavy sword, however, fell rapidly like a collapsing mountain, wrapped in powerful true qi, like a collapse.

That fierce sword qi swept a strong wind and swept through Feihuo's face.

On the ground, a crack appeared about two feet wide and half a foot deep.

This sword is extraordinarily powerful.

Wei Yan saw the look of surprise on Feihuo's face, but said with a smile: "The kid was scared like this, isn't he going to be scared to death later?"

Spitfire was silent, just looking at it seriously.

Wei Yan continued, but this time he changed his sword in both hands and held it horizontally in front of him.

"The second type, break the army!"

His heavy sword, in his hand, is vigorous and can be used left and right freely, and every blow is sharp and there is no room for it.

It is not only a heavy sword, but also a heavy hammer for siege.

Wei Yan seemed to be slashing at the enemy in front of him.

No mercy, and no resistance.

Spitfire can imagine that such a force can crush it even in the face of an impregnable wall.

"The third type, trapped!"

Wei Yan didn't stop, this time, he held the sword in his right hand, and his left hand held the blade of the sword.

This is a posture that is already in the middle of the enemy, facing countless enemies, but trying to fight a bloody way among the enemies.

Wei Yan's body was also spinning rapidly, but it was completely different from Spitfire's.

Fierce, high-speed, the true qi beside him seemed to be also a burning flame, and then, as if he wanted to kill all the enemies rushing up around.

Moreover, the sword with both hands is also used to deal with incoming enemies at any time.

"Trapping, not going to death!"

Wei Yan high-speed Feihuo, Feihuo's swordsmanship, the shortcomings of which are precisely in this heart of death.

Spitfire was willing to die, but Wei Yan told him that people who were bent on dying would not be able to achieve the great success of swordsmanship.

"Fourth Style, Kamui!"

Wei Yan held the sword in one hand again, but this time, it was different, he burst into a shout, and even the shouting voice almost had a powerful deterrent power.

The level of martial arts is very important, but momentum is another skill.

With Wei Yan's burst of drinking, he, with himself as a point, crossed a big circle, this range is more powerful than trapping.

A few zhang away from Wei Yan, he could catch the fierce sword qi roaring out, and within two zhang of his body, there would be no living creatures.

The heavy sword has reached this point, Wei Yan's sword skills are already the top in the world, although it seems that every move is so simple, but it is the culmination of the extreme sword technique.

Only those who can solve the most complex things in the simplest way can be regarded as top people.

The one who integrates countless complex swordsmanship by himself, and then shows it in the simplest way, is a peerless master.

"Boy, do you think that the faster the sword in this river and lake, the more powerful it is?"

Wei Yan stopped and asked, "There are many people in the world who think so!"

"You stand opposite me, I'll let you see one of the strongest swordsmanship in this river and lake!"

Feihuo didn't dare to object, but in the face of Wei Yan's sword like this, there would be a strong sense of oppression in his heart.

Wei Yan placed the heavy sword behind him, as if dragging a spear.

When Feihuo stood still, Wei Yan nodded.

Wei Yan's whole body erupted with a strong momentum, it was a kind of nirvana, and every time Wei Yan took out his sword, it must be like this.

Serious, focused, killing, in short, every time you go out with a sword, it is an extremely important thing for Wei Yan.

Because he doesn't use his sword easily, and if he does it, he will be stained with blood.

His purpose now wasn't to stain Spitfire with blood.

This is a special case.

Wei Yan's sword, in the eyes of Spitfire, slowly lifted from behind him, and then swung in front of him, pointing straight at Spitfire.

Wei Yan's figure began to move, but it was very slow, as if Wei Yan had never moved at all.

"Fifth Style, Slow Sword!"

Wei Yan's words also did not have the momentum before, because they slowly spit out from Wei Yan's mouth, like a soft speech, and like a hidden knife.

Spitfire was motionless, because Wei Yan's sword was also motionless.

"Is this a swordsmanship?"

Spitfire couldn't understand that such a sword technique didn't seem to have any lethality.

The swordsmanship that can't cut people is useless.

But Feihuo didn't dare to be careless, because Wei Yan's swordsmanship had already reached the pinnacle.

Wei Yan's sword was not moving, but at first it was slowly moving towards the flying fire, and this movement was imperceptible to even the naked eye.

However, Spitfire found that the blade seemed to be constantly starting to accelerate.

He wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't.

Because he retreated, the blade of the sword advanced, but faster, and kept chasing the Spitfire.

Obviously the speed looks avoidable, but it can't.

"This is a sword, a sword that will definitely stab, from the time I take out the sword, this move will definitely hit you!"

The tip of the sword stopped at Spitfire's neck, and the bladeless heavy sword, although it looked bladeless, was very sharp.

Spitfire didn't know when, the sword had already reached his neck, piercing his skin.

A drop of blood dripped to the ground along Wei Yan's heavy sword.

Feihuo's cold sweat also dripped from his forehead, he had seen such a fast sword, but he had never seen such a "slow sword".

"The unavoidable killing sword is the best swordsmanship!"