Yan Xi has never gambled, but his swordsmanship is so good that it has gone beyond the unity of heaven and man in the sense of martial arts, and has entered a concept similar to the realm in Western magic.
Within ten meters of the whole body, every detail appears, within a hundred meters, the spirit responds like this, within a thousand meters, thoughts can be felt, ten thousand meters... this is beyond the range.
The sword cultivator's flying sword is so fast that it cannot be caught with the naked eye, and can only be sensed by the Qi machine.
Most sword cultivators at the sword energy level can only sense a few tens of meters, while sword cultivators at the sword control level can expand to a hundred steps away and can sense within hundreds of meters.
For example, Yan Xi has reached the level where the body and sword are integrated. With himself as the center of the circle, he can generate a reaction within a radius of several thousand meters. Only then can he control the flying sword and make a timely counterattack when there is danger.
For Yan Xi, it cannot be called cheating at the gambling table. If others force him to give him money, all the secrets are meaningless.
After winning several games in a row, Yan Xi heard an old man who looked like Mr. Benshan spit out a fluent American curse word. Fuakek, onofbi... and the like. Anyway, just by listening to the accent, Yan Xi could tell 100% of the time.
, this old man is not a respected old artist.
Yan Xi collected his chips and did not continue betting. He stood up and left the table, thinking to himself: "This old man's cultivation is not as good as mine."
Yan Xi could sense that the old man, who looked very much like Mr. Benshan, had done some tricks, but his methods were crude and could only be used to deceive ordinary people, but they could not be hidden from his transparent sword mind.
He just heard Chu Hanlu mention that he had seen such an old man murder someone, and there was no conflict of interest between the two parties, so he didn't want to do anything.
Yan Xi had just taken a few steps when he heard the old man say coolly: "Just leave after winning money. You are not a real man. Let's continue gambling."
Yan Xi responded with a middle finger.
Fuck you real man.
This is his voice.
The old man had a bad temper and kicked the gambling table away. The several hundred kilograms of solid wood gambling table flew over the heads of the gamblers and rolled towards Yan Xi.
Yan Xi slapped his backhand and took advantage of the situation to remove the force from the gambling table. He was both internal and external, lifting weights with ease, and his posture was unusually free and unrestrained.
The old man pressed his nose and blew out a stream of smoke. This wonderful sword skill was very familiar to Yan Xi. It was the Wanxiang Light Smoke Sword.
He took a piece of Xuanye sword and used it as a dagger. He picked it up with his backhand and burst the smoke. The old man was like an ape. Following the sword energy of the cigarette, he had already approached Yan Xi and spat out another mouthful.
Yan Jian, at the same time, his hands transformed into seven or eight arms, and he used a set of wonderful boxing techniques.
The two sides exchanged seventy or eighty moves in an instant.
Although Yan Xi has not practiced much, he is deeply familiar with the secrets of Wanxiang Qingyan Sword, as well as the pros and cons of this sword technique, as well as its various flaws, and always makes targeted counterattacks.
This old man has rich experience in close combat. His boxing skills combined with the sword energy of Wanxiang Qingyan can make dangerous moves within a small space. If an ordinary swordsman encounters such an enemy in a fighting room, he may be caught off guard. Even his flying sword may not have time to launch.
, I drank in hatred on the spot.
Both sides have their own merits.
Yan Xi held out his sword, and the old man tapped his finger on the tip of the Xuanye sword. The two people's energy shook. They fought dozens of times in an instant, and each took a step back...
Although the flying sword was sharp, the old man used clever techniques to frustrate the edge with a little smoke from the sword, and he escaped without any injuries.
Only then did Yan Xi notice that this old man, who looked like an old artist from this mountain and spoke pure American English, was covered in a layer of light smoke. Every move he made was covered with smoke, which gathered on his fingertips and toes.
Even if you encounter a flying sword, it will only dissipate the energy of the smoke sword, but it will not hurt you.
This technique is so amazing.
However, Yan Xi also felt that this technique was... vulgar.
The two sides were fighting in the casino, which had already alarmed Sun Zhaoyan. He did not dare to come to the scene and went directly into the control room. Watching the two people fighting on the screen, he felt a chill on his back.
Sun Zhaoyan thought to himself: "If I had gone directly there, I would have been killed long ago."
"It's not surprising that Yan Jian Zhao Ban Shan has such a powerful method! How did Yan Xi become so powerful?"
Sun Zhaoyan is considered a peripheral member, not a formal member, and does not know the details of Yan Xi.
My heart was extremely shocked.
Yan Xi held the Xuan Ye Sword and felt a little hesitant. If he tried to use his sword to fight against the enemy, this old man would definitely not be his opponent. There were two completely different levels with flying swords and without flying swords.
But taking action would reveal his true abilities.
He could also tell that the swordsmanship of this old man who resembled Uncle Benshan was all derived from martial arts, with strong traces of ordinary martial arts.
This kind of mundane swordsmanship has huge flaws, and when faced with serious swordsmen, they often fail miserably.
The old man suddenly bowed his body and backed away seven or eight meters like running water. He smiled and said: "You little bastard has some tricks. I'm in a good mood today, so I won't argue with you."
He said to the waiter next to him: "Put the chips away for me."
Just walked away like that.
The competition between Yan Xi and Yanjian Zhao Banshan looks like a competition between warriors, showing off their tricks, but it is actually a swordsman's method, but no one can understand it except the two.
When Yan Xi saw that the old man was gone, he put away the Xuanye Sword. Although the opponent shot and exploded, he had no killing intent and it was not worth it for him to rush forward and finish him off.
Yan Xi also said to the envoy: "Help me collect the chips and deposit them in the casino." He was too lazy to redeem the chips. Just as he was about to leave the casino, he saw Sun Zhaoyan coming in a hurry, sweat dripping from his head.
When Sun Zhaoyan saw Yan Xi, he said hurriedly: "That person just now is Yan Jian Zhao Banshan, a senior member of the Extraordinary Alliance of the Twenty-seven Nations. He has a bad temper. Mr. Yan, please don't care about it. On behalf of the casino, I will compensate you one hundred
Ten thousand chips, do you think you can stop worrying about this matter?"
Yan Xi smiled and said, "Give Brother Sun some face."
Sun Zhaoyan suddenly felt a little relaxed. He spoke a few words with Yan Xi, and then left in a hurry to appease another person. As the supervisor of the casino, he appeases the guests, and even the most important thing is that this is the librarians' union after all.
In a cash pool, the guest’s feelings are particularly important.
As for the casino, someone had already tried to calm him down. Instead of being angry, many gamblers found it very exciting and continued to play happily at the gaming table.
Yan Jian Zhao Banshan returned to his room. He had reserved a presidential suite in this stronghold all year round. He seemed very calm, but his hands couldn't help shaking. Blood gradually seeped out from his arms, drop by drop.
It fell on the carpet in the room.
Zhao Bishan was shocked and horrified, and said to himself: "Where did such a powerful person from the world of law come from? There should only be four world law practitioners in the Librarian Alliance, and there is no such person!"