After a few moments, a hill appeared in front of me.

The two saw from a distance that Zhongyuan Yihong and Gao Yanan were facing each other there.

Li Zhichang said: "Fortunately, after all, they haven't started yet." ”

Zuo Mingzhu said: "Uncle Dao Chief, since you said that there has been a breakthrough in the Central Plains, why don't you stop them, what if there is a difference, what can you do." ”

Li Zhichang said: "There will be no difference. This sentence is said lightly, but it is also a kind of unmistakable spirit.

At this time, it was not Zhongyuan who was a little red first, but Gao Yanan.

Gao Yanan's green clothes moved slightly, and a faint sword shadow was mixed in the wind and snow, as if there was nothing.

This is the first form of the Thirteen Styles of the Breeze, and the breeze is coming.

As Su Po said, 'The breeze is coming, and the water is not rippling'.

This sword is extremely light and subtle, but it is by no means very imaginable, even Li Zhichang can't help but be a little admired.

The thirteen styles of Qingfeng are wonderful in the word light, with its clear and far-reaching, so it is indestructible.

Originally, Gao Yanan's temperament was as anxious as wind and fire, and he couldn't learn this swordsmanship well, but on the way to find Hu Tiehua over the years, he suffered a lot, but he sharpened his soul, turned rigidity into softness, and his mind was like flowing water.

Although the water is the softest thing in the world, once it has been accumulated for a long time, it can turn into a torrent and wash down the mountain peaks. It can be described as the largest and the most rigid.

I saw that the flying snowflakes were crushed into dust by the murderous aura of the Central Plains, and in this white expanse, a black shadow and a green shadow appeared from time to time, and it was not real.

At this moment, the two of them didn't know how many swords they had fought against, but the deep sword marks on the ground all showed it. The fight just now was fierce.

Suddenly, the two of them separated again. Silent confrontation.

Zhongyuan's red eyes became brighter and brighter. He didn't expect Gao Yanan's swordsmanship to be so clever.

There is no shortage of profound swordsmanship in the world's famous factions, but when it comes to the seven major swordsmanship today, the swordsmanship of the Huashan faction is the crown of all factions, and no one is comparable.

Zhongyuan was naturally well aware of this, but he didn't expect Gao Yanan to be young, and in swordsmanship, he actually had many swordsmanship masters.

His swordsmanship is not very skillful. But it is a swordsmanship that kills.

It comes out of thousands of tempers and is made from boundless hardships.

Often after the sword is released, the opponent will be shocked by his incredibly fast sword, and before he can react, he will be stabbed in the throat.

But Gao Yanan's heart sank like water and was unmoved.

A clear breeze came, so that there was no flaw, although the sword with a little red in the Central Plains was fast enough, although it was pervasive, it could not find the slightest gap.

After a brief period of stillness. The Central Plains was a little red and moved again.

The wind and snow stopped abruptly at this time, and the sky was covered with dark clouds. It seems that a bigger snowstorm is brewing.

At this moment, a little red sword in the Central Plains is like the wind, the speed of the sword is indescribable, but from the elbow above, the wind does not move, and every move is made with wrist strength.

This is the difference between the swordsmanship of the Central Plains and any previous swordsmanship.

But any master who uses a sword must have extremely strong arm strength.

But what Zhongyuan is a little red is not arm strength, but wrist strength.

Because of its strong wrist strength and flexible wrist, it can be used to use this fast sword at the same time, but also can be retracted and released freely, turning and changing, which is jaw-dropping and unpredictable.

But Gao Yanan was not frightened or afraid, one of the thirteen styles of the breeze, 'Breeze Blowing Willows', under the red fast sword of the Central Plains, it was like flowing clouds and water, without hindrance.

The breeze blows the willows, and the sword shadow is heavy.

Suddenly, the long sword of the Central Plains was a little red~ smashed into the Middle Palace.

His sword had slashed Gao Yanan's right shoulder obliquely before, but suddenly it became a straight stab in the chest. The change is so fast, like a spark bursting suddenly, it is impossible to judge in advance.

But Gao Yanan's long sword was horizontal, his heart moved at will, the sword moved with his heart, and he moved a thousand bells with one move, so he naturally used it.

The sound of gold and iron is endless.

Li Zhichang sighed lightly, Gao Yanan lost. Because a little red's wrist strength is too strong, so the change of moves is extremely fast, and Gao Yanan has a better choice when he stabbed in the chest just now, but because a little red changes his moves too quickly, Gao Yanan does not have any extra time to think, so he naturally uses a blocking sword move and uses the 'wind moving thousand bells'.

Because of this, Gao Yanan had to turn fiction into reality, and a little red greeted him.

She has a fire in practicing Qi and kung fu, and her skills are not under a little red, but a little red is a man after all, and her strength is greater than her.

Under this sword, Gao Yanan will definitely do his best, but a little red still has spare strength, not to mention that with his strong wrist strength, he can also change his moves.

Therefore, if it is a fair duel, Gao Yanan is already bound to lose, and there is no possibility of turning the tables.

And that's exactly what happened, Gao Yanan closed his eyes.

But the little red sword didn't come for a long time.

She opened her eyes, only to see a little red, the thin and long sword, which fell into Li Zhichang's hands.

Zuo Mingzhu couldn't help but sigh and sigh.

Previously, Li Zhichang was able to snatch the long sword of the vulture with his bare hands, which was enough to shock her, but this time he was able to snatch a little red long sword lightly, so that she could not find any adjectives to describe her mood at the moment.

Li Zhichang didn't seem to have to make much effort to grab the sword this time, it was as natural as eating and drinking.

Even Zuo Mingzhu was wondering if this Daoist uncle could use the same technique to take down the long sword of Xue Yiren, the number one swordsman in the world.

Gao Yanan is both happy and regretful.

I didn't even witness what method Li Zhichang used to snatch the sword of a character like a little red in the Central Plains just now, you must know that although a little red is not a swordsman, but a killer, it makes no difference.

With a little red sword technique, there are not many people who can defeat him, and if he can take his long sword empty-handed, maybe even Jellyfish Yin Ji and Xue Yiren can't do it.

A little red body remained motionless, and then said loudly: "If you can take my sword, you can naturally kill me." "In that case, it would be easier and less risky to kill him than to take his sword.

Li Zhichang said: "I haven't killed people for a long time, and this time if I were someone else, I probably wouldn't be a killer." ”

A little red said: "In this way, I owe you a life." ”

Li Zhichang smiled lightly and was silent.

A little red suddenly stretched out his left palm and slapped it towards his chest, he would rather die to owe Li Zhichang's life.

His character is like this, he will not let others owe him, let alone others.

And his eyes at this time actually had the meaning of relief, as if death was a happy thing for him.

It's just that his Taiyuan acupoint is numb, and this palm still hasn't been patted.

Li Zhichang sighed: "Now you owe me two lives, as if your one life is not enough to pay me back twice." ”

People can only die once, but they cannot die twice, although this is not a wise saying, but it is true. (To be continued......)

PS: Thanks to the 100*2 prize of two little red rooms, and the 1888 prize of bag 820