At this slowness, the pressure behind him continued to rush, making it difficult for Long Zaitian to straighten his back, let alone stand up. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He knew that the situation was already extremely dangerous, and if he didn't turn things around in a breath, he was afraid that he would be defeated immediately.

He was in danger, he simply followed the opponent's strength, leaned forward, and at the same time swept out with a sword, counterattacking with sword qi.

The power of the Heavenly Sword is so strong, it seems to be a sword in his hand, how dare Zhuang Mengdie slack off, and under the full resistance of his strength, the invisible pressure formed on the dragon in the sky instantly collapsed.

The dragon took the opportunity to get up, turn, and face the enemy. But after all, the opponent's skills are not weak, and he took the initiative at the beginning, although he regained the disadvantage slightly, he still inevitably fell into a situation of being beaten.

The two attacked and defended with sword energy, and the dragon saw the move in the sky, and he was in a hurry.

In the blink of an eye, more than 100 moves passed, and Long Zaitian was even more secretly surprised: "Over the years, the surname Zhuang has worked hard to make the country, and his skills have improved by leaps and bounds!

Zhuang Mengdie did his best, and even made several killing moves, but the opponent was still standing like a mountain, and he couldn't help but be a little anxious, and said in his heart: "Could it be that all these years of hard work have been in vain? I will no longer have the opportunity to turn the book in my life? God treats me unfairly!"

In the emotional turmoil, I suddenly thought: In the past few decades, I have been focusing on the sound of the sword, just for his title of "Thor", why not try?

As soon as he thought of this, the sword momentum turned, and he retreated a few steps back, turning his sword qi into a sword sound, and attacked the enemy with a fierce attack.

Long Zaitian said with a smile: "Give up the long and use the short, you are self-defeating!"

Zhuang Mengdie pursed her lips slightly and did not answer. Suddenly, like a monk and Buddha, his palms are folded, the sword is erected in front of his face, he sits down cross-legged, his eyes look at his nose, his nose looks at his heart, it really looks like an old monk has entered the meditation, repents of his past, and has no intention of killing.

Only the tip of the sword above his head was still trembling rapidly.

Long Zaitian saw his posture before, and immediately stayed in his mind, and said to himself: "As the saying goes, a dog that bites people doesn't bark, the more merciful he is, the more vicious his moves are, I have to be careful." ”

Before the thought was finished, his mind was slightly in a trance, and in the confusion, he saw countless sharp cones, large like a basin and small like a bowl, spinning rapidly, stabbing around his body. With his peerless insight, in the first moment, it had been determined that it was nothing more than a bewitching technique, and these sharp cones seemed to have quality, but in fact they were invisible, and they were an extremely strange sword sound.

"Haha, is this your new achievement in the past forty years? I think it's normal, dare to ask what kind of name is this?" In the midst of laughter, the dragon shook out a sword flower in the sky and netted the first flying cone in the middle.

At the moment when the forces of the two sides converged, an extremely harsh sound was made, although it was not very loud, but it made the dragon's body tremble, which was obviously extremely uncomfortable.

Zhuang Mengdie was not without pride, and said with a smile: "After you have the ability to crack it, I will tell you its name." ”

Between the answers, the dragon had already blocked no less than a hundred flying cones that were about to reach his body, and at the same time, he had also suffered more than a hundred heart-piercing pains. At this time, he also had to be a little anxious, thinking: If I don't crack this flying cone completely within thirty moves, even if I finally find a solution, I will be greatly injured and defeated by his men!

Zhuang Lin Mengdie seemed to see his thoughts, the sneer on his face became stronger, and his cross-legged body soared into the air like that, circling the dragon in the sky.

In this way, the dragons were attacked in all directions of the sky, and the number of flying cones was ten times greater than before.

Gradually, he felt unsupported.

All the guests are thinking, it is really 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, and after 40 years, Zhuang Mengdie is finally going to regain the name of the first in the world.

And when a few ladies thought of this, they couldn't help but worry, if Zhuang Mengdie won completely, they would definitely not be able to escape, even if they were both defeated, he would definitely come to seek revenge in the future. Unless you take advantage of his injury, give him a hug, or you can punch and kill your master, and you will never have trouble.

In contrast, they would rather have Long Zaitian win and kill his opponent with a single sword. No matter what, the death of the dragon in the sky to control the thousand swords, is counted on Zhuang Mengdie's head, even if there is no head-on conflict with them.

Only Thursday Fang was really excited to see that Master was about to take a bath in the snow.

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Guan Qianjian was still lying on the ground, motionless.

Almost no one in the field remembered him anymore, because no one would ever remember a dead body.

When they temporarily looked away from the two in the fierce battle, they would only look at the wings of the sword and tiger hanging in the air.

To their amazement, why did the Tiger Wings hang in the air all the time, where did the power sustain it, and why did it happen to shoot at Guan Qianjian's wound, dripping blood?

Some people inevitably think of the legend of the tiger's wings causing people to become demons, and they are faintly worried.

Imagine how many people's blood the Tiger Wings had drunk? Now what remains in its "body" is the essence of blood and the soul of a man, once these are injected into the veins of a dead person, what will happen, who knows?

The more attentive people slowly made new discoveries, Guan Qianjian's face seemed to become rosy again, and his lips were no longer dead gray. He just seemed to be asleep.

Looking at the crimson blade again, half of it had faded to a silver-white color.

Long Zaitian stumbled, peeking at Zhuang Mengdie's face, and saw that he was still sneering, as if he was playing some trick, and he was proud of letting others easily fall into the trap.

The dragon moved in his heart and thought: "Although he is a sword sound kung fu, he only makes a sound when he meets the move I resist, which affects me, does it mean that his move itself is not aggressive, and it is myself who attacks me?" Then a bold thought popped up in his mind: What if I don't resist or dodge, and let these flying cones stab my body? Anyway, it is difficult to turn defeat into victory at this moment, so it is better to take a risk, as long as I win a gap in the line, I can turn to defense and attack and turn the situation around.

He had made up his mind, and with a slight pause in his hand, he let go of a few flying cones, allowing them to stab at various parts of his body. The tip of the cone reaches the body, quietly dissipating, like light smoke.

He laughed and exclaimed, "The surname Zhuang, you can imagine that you can use the means of the circus against me." As he spoke, he opened his arms and took the countless flying cones in his arms.

How do you know that Zhuang Mengdie smiled even more happily: "You have been tricked! Is the Tianluo Cone that I spent forty years creating a trick to deceive people? You see——"

The dragon was startled and vaguely guessed the truth of the matter. He turned his eyes, and saw that the flying cones in front and back, left and right seemed to be messy, but in fact, there were traces to be found, all of which were connected to the opposite one in a line, and they were exactly the same. In other words, if you don't stop it, they will all collide together, and then they will make the same sound, or even more powerful...... (To be continued.) )