The more the man in black fought, the more shocked he became, what he was using now was the Wind Fast Sword that he had created by living in seclusion in the mountains and forests for fifteen years and studying the essence of the swordsmanship of the Huashan Sword Sect. This swordsmanship was created for him in the mountains and forests, watching the wind roaring angrily, and the endless whistling momentum that swept the grass and trees, and he thought that the swordsmanship was fast, and he had reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world, and the sword was fierce enough to overturn the defense of all martial arts masters.

This sword technique was originally a trick he used to deal with Yue Buqun, the head of Huashan, but now only because the dragon protection armor is very important and cannot be lost, he used this wind fast sword against Zhao Lang, just to solve Zhao Lang as quickly as possible, so as not to attract other masters and cause accidents.

However, what shocked the man in black was that Zhao Lang actually blocked his sword technique, and he completely blocked it with his sword speed and strength, which were not weaker than his own.

How is this possible! He is now the helmsman of the Huashan Sword Sect, in terms of swordsmanship, even among the Wuyue Sword Sect, there are less than a few people who can stand side by side with him, this man looks no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, maybe even younger, how can he have such profound swordsmanship attainments, this is simply incredible!

For the people of the Sword Sect, they don't care about being suppressed in terms of true qi internal strength, because they refine the sword technique of killing with one blow, and what they are best at is to kill opponents with deep true qi with a small amount of true qi, and defeat the strong with the weak.

Being suppressed in terms of internal strength is nothing to them, but if they are defeated in swordsmanship, the blow to them is incomparable.

"Senior, your move has been repeated!" Zhao Lang looked at the man in black with a shocked face, "The trick you used just now." It's the same as the third move you used on me. Deal with me with a move that you used once. But it didn't work. ”

After that, the speed of the thin sword in Zhao Lang's hand increased sharply, and it fell a little bit, enveloping the man in black, and hitting more than a dozen big holes around the man in black in an instant.

"How is it possible," the man in black looked horrified, and retreated again and again, trembling in his heart. Nothing more.

What the hell? Up to now, I have fought with this kid for more than 70 moves, and every move is fast to fast, more than ten swords are exchanged in one breath, and it is extremely rare for ordinary people to be able to keep up with such a sword speed in the hands of him.

But the young man in front of him not only easily caught his sword moves, but even memorized every move and style of his own, and he just repeated the "riding the wind and waves" in the wind and fast sword. was noticed by the other party, and even took advantage of this to gain the upper hand.

Under the sword fight at this speed, you can still remember the sword moves. Is this man really human, not a monster?

"Senior, it's not a good habit to be distracted in battle!" Zhao Lang looked at the man in black, did not pursue again, holding the thin sword, his face was red, it was rare to meet an opponent like the man in black who was quite accomplished in swordsmanship, he had a lot of fun, "This swordsmanship of yours is very good, but according to the juniors, the later style is not finished, and there should be no moves!"

"Don't hide it, just use it! Otherwise, you're not my opponent," Zhao Lang smiled slightly.

His family knew his own affairs, and the man in black didn't know Zhao Lang's situation, and he was shocked by Zhao Lang's non-human memory, but Zhao Lang himself knew that his memory was indeed strong and could never be forgotten, but at this time, he could still record the sword moves of the man in black when he was fighting swords at this speed, and he relied on his own divine thought domain.

Relying on the realm of divine thought, Zhao Lang had memorized all the sword moves used by the man in black, but obviously the moves of the man in black had not been used up, and the castration of those sword moves had not yet been exhausted, and there should be further evolution.

As a perfectionist, since he has started to steal learning, how can he not steal it to finish! There is still a small half of the time that the Divine Mind Realm can maintain, and he has to hurry up and finish learning this good swordsmanship, the little devil in Zhao Lang's heart flapped his wings and smiled evilly.

The man in black snorted coldly, his eyes showed indignation, he couldn't accept that the Wind Blade that he had painstakingly studied for fifteen years had been broken by someone before it could bloom with the light that it should have bloomed on the rivers and lakes.

He couldn't accept it, he had to use the rest of his moves to defeat the young man in front of him and wash away the shame with victory.

"As you wish," the black-clothed man's swordsmanship became faster and faster, and the remaining dozens of the one hundred and eight styles of the self-created Tempest Sword Technique were used repeatedly, like a storm transiting, towards Zhao Lang.

Type 86 "Wind Shock": I want to step on the wind and hold the electric shock. The sword is like electricity, fast to the extreme, a sword out, the cold light is great, like lightning piercing the sky, and the light is brilliant

Seventy-ninth style "wind and clouds": the wind is galloping, I don't know why. The clouds are rolling and the clouds are shu, and I don't know where they are going. The direction of the sword is erratic and unpredictable, like the wind pushing the clouds, and it is impossible to figure out

The ninety-eighth style "borrowing strength from the wind": borrowing ingenuity from the wind to send me to the clouds. Rising from the ground, flying sword dance, the whole person seemed to turn into a violent wind, constantly stabbing at Zhao Lang.

The ninety-eighth style "borrowing power from the wind" is the last turning point of the wind fast sword, at this time the swordsman flies into the air, as if a storm descends from the sky, and the last ten styles are immediately used, condescendingly, like a hurricane, and sends out an endless cycle of attacks on the enemy in the lower body.

This move is borrowed by the wind, it is the starting style of the last ten styles, and as soon as this style comes out, it is the most powerful lore attack of the wind fast sword.

If the opponent blocks with a sword, it provides the volley of the man in black to borrow power, so that the man in black can continue to be condescending to form the next round of onslaught, if the opponent dodges and retreats, the furious fast sword will tear apart the opponent's defense in an instant, and the opponent will be dismantled.

"Boy, your swordsmanship talent is extremely high, why don't you throw yourself under my Huashan Sword Sect?" ”

"The seniors haven't won yet! It's too early to solicit at this time," Zhao Lang hooked the corners of his mouth, his left hand was lightly darkened on the iron rod, the iron rod ejected, and another thin sword appeared in his hand.

Luoying Divine Sword, the two swords flew together, and the defeat was redeemed in an instant, and the defensive net, which was originally crumbling, became negligent but not leaky in an instant, and all the sword moves of the man in black were firmly guarded by Zhao Lang, and it was difficult to stand an inch.

"The seniors have used one hundred and eight moves, and the last ten styles have used seven reincarnations, it seems that this set of swordsmanship has been used up," Zhao Lang smiled slightly, and the identity of the man in black was completely determined, "Next, it's the turn of the juniors to attack, seniors, please advise!"

After that, Zhao Lang suddenly changed his moves, using the jade girl swordsmanship with his left hand, and using the true swordsmanship with his right hand.

The wind dispersed, and for a moment the wind calmed down.

Zhao Lang's thin sword was picked on the shoulder of the man in black, making a cut, dripping with blood, if this sword went up a few inches, it could directly cut the throat of the man in black.

The man in black was stunned, with his cultivation, he didn't even know how he lost just now, the fast sword, walking is the ultimate way, the sword is on the edge, if the speed is overcome, it will be defeated in an instant.

"The skills are not as good as others, I lost," the man in black dropped the dragon armor in his hand, and the whole person seemed to be ten years old, "If you want to kill, kill it!"

PS: The fourth update is sent, I hope you can always support the leaves.

In the future, if there are no accidents, the changes to the VIP chapter will be at half past seven in the evening, and everyone can wait at this point in time. (To be continued......)