With the dragon's ability in the sky, when he encountered this trick at first glance, he only had the ability to parry, and he had no power to fight back, and finally he was able to crack it with half of his luck, which shows the cleverness of this trick. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoBut Guan Qianjian was unconscious at that time, how do you know?

Just by his intuition, he saw Zhuang Mengdie shoot in anger, and without thinking about it, he knew that he must not be merciful, and when he saw such a strange posture, his scalp naturally went numb. In the midst of a groan, countless flying cones spun and stabbed head-on.

Of course, he wouldn't be unaware that this was a wonderful sword kung fu.

His first reaction was a little happy, and he thought to himself: The sound of the sword can conjure so many tricks, and I will learn this trick in the future!

If he was also familiar with thunder and lightning, he would have been able to read the book and use it against the enemy, but he had never heard of such a subtle and mysterious move, how could he think of it in a hurry?

He must have suffered the same calamity as the dragon in heaven. When he pulled out the first sword flower and surrounded the enemy's flying cone with the sound of his sword, a huge vibration came from the sword, passed through the same arm, and when it reached the ear, it became an extremely sharp sound, and when it penetrated into the heart, it became a labor pain, and the two came together, so that his mind was blank for an instant.

He didn't use a second sword, he didn't have that ability anymore.

The next sound was even more shocking, as if tens of thousands of bats were covering the sky and the sun, densely pounced on him, frantically biting, his nose was eaten, his ears were chewed, and his body was pierced with blood...... It was the pain that followed all over the body that deepened these illusions.

These sounds are naturally caused by the collision of the celestial cones. In the face of this move, Guan Qianjian can be said to be powerless.

Just when he was in despair, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me die." ”

It was the voice of the dragon in the sky. Guan Qianjian wondered: "What did he do to me at this time? I have never disobeyed him." They were all beaten down by Zhuang Mengdie, and their arrogance was still so arrogant!"

Suddenly, another voice came: "Borrow your strength to pull out a thousand catties." ”

Guan Qianjian suddenly realized: "Why am I so stupid, this is pointing at me! He means to follow the flying cones and take advantage of the situation to change their direction......

As soon as he figured it out, he perked up with the pain, ignoring the illusion that his bones were about to fall apart, condensed his true power, wrapped the flying cone with the sound of his sword, and spun rapidly along it, gradually bringing it into the air.

The flying cones no longer collided with each other, nor did they make any sound, and there was no longer a threat to Guan Qianjian.

This trick is broken.

Zhuang Mengdie got up, crossed his sword in his right hand, stopped the attack, and glared angrily at Long Zaitian: "No wonder you didn't want to go to Huangquan first, it turned out that you wanted to stay and fight one against two." ”

Long Zaitian knew that the little tricks of secret transmission and guidance could not hide from him, so he simply tilted his head and smiled at him, noncommittal.

Zhuang Mengdie said: "I'll show the last sixteen again, see if you master and apprentice add up, whether you have the ability to break it!"

Long Zaitian smiled and said: "I'm sorry, first of all, he is not my apprentice, I am not his master, we have never been a master-apprentice relationship." Second, your trick lacks virtue and martial arts, and I haven't found a way to crack it yet, so there is nothing to say about adding it up, if you want to use this trick again, this kid will have to resign himself to fate. ”

Zhuang Mengdie thought in his heart: "Seeing that he is not in a hurry at all, I'm afraid it's not that he hasn't found a way to crack it, on the contrary, it's already in his chest, why should I waste another trick?" I really don't believe it, he can even break this move, this is an unsolvable martial art!"

Thinking of this, his left arm was swung up and down, and the sword in his right hand was undulating, and he had already unleashed the infinite mystery of the "last sixteen".

"Gotta gotcha gotcha yes. Gotta gotcha gotcha yes. Gotcha, gotcha......"

Guan Qianjian heard this strange sound again.

Just now, Zhuang Mengdie and Long Zaitian faced each other, Guan Qianjian was watching from the sidelines, and he still wondered why Long Zaitian lost his autonomy as soon as he heard this voice and let others control him. He thought that the dragon must have a unique flaw in his heavenly character or martial arts, which was used by Zhuang Mengdie, so that he was restrained by him.

Now that it was his turn, he knew it wasn't like that. Zhuang Mengdie's set of martial arts is not used to defeat any single person, but is enough to defeat the world's martial arts.

Guan Qianjian found himself dancing with Zhuang Mengdie, and his body and mind were involuntary.

Zhuang Mengdie strode closer to him. He remembered that when Zhuang Mengdie approached Long Zaitian, he was not so quick or so calm, probably because there was still a big gap between himself and Long Zaitian.

He tried to roll his eyes to find Long Zaitian's white hair, and it took a lot of effort to make eye contact with him. Under the traction of the "Last Sixteen", there is no place in his body that is completely his own, and if he does, he probably only has hair, not even eyebrows.

He asked Long Zaitian for help, hoping that he would give him some more guidance. But Long Zaitian shook his head helplessly and flashed his gaze to the side. He seemed to sigh as well.

Guan Qianjian knew that he could only rely on himself.

Zhuang Mengdie, like the god of death itself, approached mercilessly. Every step he took seemed to kick through the flesh of Guan Qianjian's chest and step on his heart.

Guan Qianjian closed his eyes. He has been performing in the circus with his master since he was a child, and he has a rough understanding of music, although he doesn't know that Zhuang Mengdie's move is called "Hou Sixteen", but he also knows that it fits the rhythm of the first eight and the last sixteen.

The so-called first eight and last sixteen, that is, in the same beat, the first half beat is an eighth note, and the second half beat is a sixteenth note.

For those who do not understand the rhythm of sound, it can be directly understood as the interval between the three sounds, one long and one short, and the long interval is exactly double the short interval, and so on.

And these three voices also have a strong and weak relationship with each other, that is, strong, second-strong, and weak.

Of course, this complete set of theories did not exist until later generations, when the opposing sides were neither advocating excellence, nor did they know much about the way of music and rhythm, but they only used it flexibly according to their own understanding.

Guan Qianjian carefully pondered the sound of the other party's sword, and sure enough, if it was in line with his own conjecture, the interval between the three tones was one long and one short, and the strength was also from strong to weak, decreasing one by one, and so on.

He knew that in contrast to the "last sixteen", there was still a "first sixteen", and the interval between the three tones was just the opposite, one short and one long, and the relationship between strength and weakness was the same, still from strong to weak.

Interestingly, when he danced to the sound of the enemy's sword, he suddenly found that there was no essential difference between the front and back sixteen, the first sixteen upside down is the last sixteen, and the last sixteen upside down is also the first sixteen.

"Gotta - gotta got. Gotta - gotta ......"

"Gotta got-. Gotta got-"

There is only one difference, that is, the relationship between strength and weakness, if you want to change the last sixteen into the first sixteen, you must change what should be the second strongest sound into a strong one.

Guan Qianjian had a bold conjecture in his heart: Is it possible to change the last sixteen to the first sixteen, and if you find your own rhythm, you can control the enemy in turn?

This is easy to say, but it is difficult to put it into practice. Once Zhuang Mengdie's move is launched, with the mastery of the dragon in the sky, it can only be slaughtered by others, how can Guan Qianjian get out of control and stick to his own rhythm?

If it weren't for the internal force cultivation being far above the other party, how could it be done?

Guan Qianjian has obtained the "blood transfusion" of the wings of the sword and tiger, and his internal strength has improved by leaps and bounds, but he wants to surpass the dragon in the sky and Zhuang Mengdie, but he is far from being able to.

His eyes were still closed. However, he can accurately perceive everything around him with just the sensations of his body, and the advance of Zhuang Mengdie is even more real than what he has seen with his own eyes.

I don't know if the enemy has increased his speed, or his own sense has become dull, the remaining two zhang distance, half of it went in an instant, with Zhuang Mengdie's two-foot one-step walk, within three steps, Guan Qianjian will face the same fate as Long Zaitian.

The dragon is in the sky and Qianjian is rescued in the end, but Guan Qianjian will not have such good luck. Because Long Zaitian is completely a cold spectator, in his eyes, he should not survive if he is defeated. Therefore, even if Guan Qianjian saved his life, he still decided to cut himself.

"Hey......" Zhuang Mengdie's smiling face showed endless pride: "Let the Heavenly Sword become extinct today!"

"Hey!" many of the guests let out a long sigh, as if they regretted Guan Qianjian's early death, and they also seemed to sigh that his fate was unfortunate, and he was disappointed in love, and even his life could not be saved.

Guan Qianjian discovered a one-star turnaround at this time! He felt that every time Zhuang Mengdie stepped closer, the pressure on himself would be slightly reduced......

He suddenly opened his eyes—

If his internal strength is a few points stronger, he may be able to grasp this fleeting moment.

It's a pity that the difference is a thousand miles.

"Ah," he sighed softly.

Long Zaitian saw the light in Guan Qianjian's eyes flickering from afar, as if there was a glimmer of hope, and then he closed his eyes gloomily, and suddenly grasped his intentions.

"Tiger's Wings!"

Guan Qianjian's ears heard the voice of the dragon in the sky again.

"Ah, how did I forget about the Tiger's Wings' ability to improve?"

The sword was stuck in the ground before he started, and at this time it was only a foot away from him, and he only had to struggle back half a step and touch the hilt with one foot, and he could borrow a lot of strength to turn the situation around.

However, this also requires internal support.

Zhuang Mengdie finally stabbed out the last sword, aimed at Guan Qianjian's chest.

When most of his power was transferred from the sound of the sword and condensed into the sword shape, Guan Qianjian's rhythmic traction was finally no longer so irresistible.

Guan Qianjian felt that it was not impossible to withdraw that half a step.

Under Zhuang Mengdie's galloping sword momentum, if this half-step was used to escape, it would be useless at all, no one could dodge his fatal blow in such a short distance.

But if it is used for a counteroffensive, it may not be without a chance.

Before his mind could arise, Guan Qianjian's body had already retreated, and his heel was against the hilt of the sword.

At the moment of the last moment, a torrent was injected into the body, penetrating the whole body, breaking through the shackles, and causing Guan Qianjian to suddenly regain his freedom.

"Gotta got-. Gotta get to—" The sound of the sword changed subtly.

Zhuang Mengdie's sword stabbed halfway, and with a flick of her wrist, she began to dance again.

The two were extremely close to each other, and the tip of the sword shook in the corner of each other's eyebrows, and under the rhythm of Ruo Fujie, it was as if two well-trained and well-disciplined dancers were doing a familiar performance.

But everyone here can feel that both of them are trying their best to dominate each other, but for a while, neither can overpower the other, and a rare balance is maintained for the time being, and the situation is as dangerous as an egg.

If one person has the slightest upper hand, the other will inevitably be splattered on the spot.

Guan Qianjian only really appreciated the depth of Daozhuang Mengdie's cultivation at this time, and he was transfused by the tiger's wings, and his skill increased several times, and at this time, the help of the sword itself still did not have the slightest upper hand. It can be seen that after being defeated by the dragon in the sky, in the past 40 years, in order to avenge the revenge of a sword, he has been working hard every day, lying on his salary and tasting courage.

It's no wonder that the dragon capsized in the celestial gutter.

Guan Qianjian struggled to support, sweat was already soaking through his clothes, and he was almost about to retreat. But he knew very well that once he retreated, losing the help of the Tiger's Wings would only make it worse.

He was in a hurry, his heels trembled slightly, and with a "clang" sound, he actually took the sword out of the sheath.

This time, the power he got from the sword became stronger, and Zhuang Mengdie's movements immediately stopped for a moment.

Guan Qianjian was ecstatic in his heart, roared, and stabbed out with a sword, wanting to kill this new world's number one master under the sword and achieve immortal fame.

However, at the same time, Zhuang Mengdie stabbed the same sword.

The last sixteen is Zhuang Mengdie's original creation, which is its originator, how could he die so easily from this trick?

The blades of the two sides intersected like broken strings, and their bodies flew backwards to the edge of the hall.

Immediately after that, at the same speed, the two collided together in the same place, the sword shadow was slanted, the wind turned over, and in an instant, they fought no less than a hundred moves.

Zhuang Mengdie's statement that he won within 30 moves has become a joke.

This made him intolerable. The shame of being defeated by the dragon in the sky, carrying it for forty years, and today it is finally washed away, is it possible that another shame will follow him for the rest of his life?

No, you can't. Since Guan Qianjian can't be defeated within thirty moves, then kill him at all costs.

When the two fought to the interval, Zhuang Mengdie shook his sword and jumped to the side.

The place where he landed was right next to the Tiger's Wings.

Does he also need to use the power of the sword?

Guan Qianjian thought so.

But he soon found out that he was wrong. Zhuang Mengdie didn't want to use the power of the tiger's wings like him, but to pull it out of its sheath and replace the ordinary saber in his hand.

Guan Qianjian turned this thought, the corners of Zhuang Mengdie's mouth twitched, revealing an evil smile, and then the five fingers of his left hand were one, and with a sonorous sound, the wings of the sword and tiger flew into his palm.

When the unsheathed tiger wings were held in Zhuang Mengdie's hand, the ground tilted instantly, as if the heavens and the earth were about to turn over.

Guan Qianjian believed that it was just an illusion, and he had to stand firm with a pillar by dividing his legs and using the kung fu of a thousand catties.

But to no avail, the ground fell in the opposite direction, and then it was more like waves on the sea, back and forth, left and right, turbulent.

Zhuang Mengdie in front of him suddenly became infinitely tall and infinitely vast, and he was no longer a person, but an island. His flying gray hair became the reckless forest of the island.

And he, Guan Qianjian, was like an ordinary person, driving a lonely sail, swept by the waves and winds, and crashed into the islands and reefs.

In this situation, the pressure he felt and the fear in his heart were no less than that of an ordinary sailor who was lost in the middle of the sea.

(Note: The first and last sixteen can refer to Baidu, also known as horseshoe sound, which is a very classic musical rhythm.) I just know a little hair, I can't express it clearly, don't spray if I don't like it. (To be continued.) )