"Emotional swordsmanship is all a kind of person who can only fight alone. Then I have learned the whole military strategist's martial arts, is it considered a half strategist cultivator?"
"Naturally. In the book, the good attackers move on the nine heavens, burn their ambitions, promote their bravery, persevere, and go forward indefinitely, and live toward death. Your self-defeating bravery fits the appearance of a military cultivator. "
"Then our one and a half military cultivators, against a sword repairer who is higher than our realm, what is the chance of winning?"
"Nine points for death, two points for life, the extra point depends on the fact that I protect you."
"Enough." Yun Fan twisted his neck, moved his muscles and bones, and his body joints suddenly heard a crisp sound like fried beans, "I will leave you behind."
Yang Shuxue promised, "At this moment, we are the same robe!"
She urged the vitality of the heaven and earth in her body and transformed it into scorching fire energy, and the dazzling fire light from the silver gun shining through the quiet and dark streets.
In the light of the fire, I saw several people wearing night clothes and holding sharp and simple knives walking slowly.
Behind these martial arts, stood a Taoist Junyi who looked like a crane, holding a sword in his hand, and casting an unexpected look at the two.
"You are Yun Fan? The shopkeeper of that broken inn?"
Yun Fan didn't say a word, but tightened the profound iron broom in his hand tighter.
"You actually took the initiative to stand up and die. This courage is really appreciated. It's a pity that you cried your cousin. Otherwise, I really want to spare you.
"What's your name?"
Yun Fan asked suddenly.
"Huo Xuanlang!" Taoist said in a puzzled way: "Why, want to know whose hand I died?"
Yun Fan shook his head and said, "I will put a wooden board on your corpse and write that Yun Fan Zhu Xishan Jianzong Huo Xuanlang is here!"
A sharp look flashed across Taoist eyes, and he waved his hand: "Go!"
There was a thunder in the sky at this moment, rumbling, shining the earth as bright as day.
The wind fell from the sky, blowing the sleeves of the robe.
Fallen leaves swept across the streets.
In an instant.
Pouring rain, pouring down!
"kill--!"
The rainy feet slid off the sharp knife of the black-clothed Takeo, broke in half, and splashed on the blue stone brick.
The deafening lightning illuminates their fiercely slaughtered figure, like moving silhouettes, greeted Yun Fan's eyes.
He shouted, and stepped on the standing water. The fierce force shook the water and surged like an arrow, forming a curtain of water spreading outward, disturbing the sight of the samurai in black.
At the same time sway the black iron broom!
A thunderbolt, almost the same as the thunder in the sky, burst out from his broomstick.
The domineering and unmatched muscle power swayed out with the help of profound iron, and slammed heavily on the shoulder of a martial artist in the front of the race.
In an instant.
Amid the sound of broken bones, only black cloth strips were seen flying away, and the shoulders of the Wufu suddenly became bloody, even revealing his bones!
Takeo wailed in pain, then gritted his teeth again after a while, and slashed with his Pudao firmly!
However, the next moment, there was another muffled sound like thunder, and the continuous rain curtain tilted wherever the strength passed.
I saw a perfect red line on Takeo's neck, and immediately sprayed a blood arrow, the person fell backward, and the blood arrow shot in the air, turning into a breathtaking blood mist in the heavy rain.
Yun Fan has never killed anyone, this is the first time that he has taken a person's life.
But he looked at the red blood stains flowing under his feet, reflecting his silent face, as if it were just blood-red twilight.
He shook the raindrops on his face, slowly held his breath, and methodically used that weird broomstick.
In the rumbling sound, rain splashed and strong wind shook!
With a domineering force, he suppressed the encirclement and suppression attacks of the remaining eight!
At the same time, Yang Shuxue didn't make any movement, but looked straight ahead.
Looking at the Taoist exuding terrifying aura.
The Taoist has a pair of very beautiful hands, slender and graceful, with distinct bones. While observing Yun Fan's movements, he beats on the hilt with rhythm.
He didn't move, Yang Shuxue kept staring.
But just simply looking at each other, the girl's forehead was already oozing cold sweat, mixed with rain, rolling down to the ground.
When Yun Fan killed the third martial artist in black, Huo Xuanlang made a move!
Zheng!
There was a clear voice, resounding through the clouds, and even covering the sky and thunder.
He took out the sword, and the sword was stabbed straight, like a hot knife cutting tofu, marking a vacuum in the rain.
His sharp sword pointed towards Yang Shuxue.
When he moved, Yang Shuxue also urged a fierce fire, and a raging fire rose from the silver spear, and also pierced the spear with one hand like a sword, and a fire dragon roared in.
The rain fell on the fire, evaporating instantly, making a sizzling noise, turning into white smoke.
The two collided together, and the sharp metal and stone strikes echoed in the rainy night.
The flames flickered, and the cold light flashing in each other's eyes.
In an instant, ten moves have been fought.
The next moment, the tip of the gun is hard and the tip of the sword is tit for tat!
The arc-shaped vacuum area visible to the naked eye emerged from the swords of the two, and no trace of rain dared to break into it, for fear of avoiding it.
Huo Xuanlang took a step back suddenly when the sorely harsh sound echoed.
However, Yang Shuxue retreated three steps in a row, using a silver spear to reinforce the surging sword energy that invaded her body.
"Bah, the sword repair of Gouri!" She sipped a mouthful of blood and wiped her lips with her thumb.
Red blood stains red lips.
The pair of Danfeng eyes burned like a scorching fire in an instant.
Miaozhen Rika Spear Technique!
Yang Shuxue danced the silver spear, and saw pear blossoms all over his body, dancing like falling snow.
She urged the fire to reignite, and the illusory pear blossoms falling from the tip of the gun burst into flames at the same time, very coquettish, like a butterfly on fire, fluttering lightly, shouting, and assassinating away.
Seeing Yang Shuxue’s exercises, Huo Xuanlang just shook his head, couldn’t help but proudly say: “Miaozhen pear spear? Good marksmanship, but it’s a pity that the rude and savage generation of soldiers in the district knows the true meaning of cultivation, even if they have seven rank The exquisite marksmanship can only bluff other monks who are equally incompetent."
He danced the sword with one hand, drew a half circle in the rain curtain, stretched out his left hand with two fingers, and performed the sword tactic. He took five steps without any haste, as if he had counted all Yang Shuxue's attacks. Accurately swing the sword to block.
"My sword is the most basic introductory swordsmanship of the Xishan Sword Sect. It is called the Five Virtues Swordsmanship, but it is only a middle and ninth rank. See how it can easily disintegrate your weak and ridiculous offensive." Huo Xuanlang's mouth is hooked. With a hint of mockery, the sword style changes five strokes in a row, a leisurely walk in the court, the center is stable, without a trace of murder, it is called the sword of benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, and faith.
Just listen to Cang!Cang!Cang!Cang!Cang!With five sharp metal strikes, Yang Shuxue flew upside down like a kite.
She turned her waist in midair, pierced the ground with a spear, and poured all the fierce sword energy that rushed towards her onto the ground.
In an instant, the blue brick under the tip of the gun burst into cracks, and the pool of water polluted by the dirt and dust on the street shook violently, noisy like an arrow from the string, and shot far away.
He is also a cultivator of perception, but Jian Xiu can infuse his own Qi into the sword, and use the unique psychic nature of the sword to activate the sword.