Nine hundred and seventieth chapters noble swordsman
Mei Sanniang kicked her leg on this mass of water flowing in different directions, and once again felt the feeling that all her strength had been removed just now, but there was no sticky force. Instead, her whole body was instantly bounced by a huge force.
Open.
She flipped back in the air and retrieved the scythe that had fallen to the ground without being restrained. She landed neatly, feeling the faint pain in her legs, and looked at Xiao Ling with evil eyes.
"The disciples of Tianzong are indeed extraordinary!" Mei Sanniang twisted her neck and muttered something in praise and admiration.
Xiao Ling just waved helplessly and used her true energy to pull back her sword.
This woman said complimentary words, but her fighting spirit did not diminish at all, and she clearly did not intend to stop.
He really doesn't want to take action against people who have anything to do with Gu Xun. It's not that he's afraid of revenge. He knows that as long as he pays attention to his sense of proportion, he won't offend Gu Xun.
The problem is that if someone is kind to you, it would be unethical to do anything to someone else’s subordinates or friends.
But Mei Sanniang made it clear that she would not quit if she did not do it seriously, so he had no choice.
Ugh!
There was a clear and sweet sword cry, and Xiao Ling drew out the long sword in his hand. The blue jade sword faced the setting sun, shining brightly and colorfully, like the rippling water in the blue waves of a clear spring.
Xiao Ling knows the Tianzong swordsmanship, but it is far less proficient than his technique, and he doesn't like to use it under normal circumstances. However, before going down the mountain, Xu Yanzi still dug out a sword from the Tianzong's warehouse and handed it to him.
He uses.
That is, the name of the sword in his hand now is Chunshui.
This is a sword that is conceptually imitated from the famous sword Qiuli held by Tianzong. However, the skills of the swordsmith are really limited and he was unable to imitate the feeling of Qiuli. However, it is still a rare sword.
Sword.
Although he doesn't like to use a sword, sometimes it is more convenient to use a weapon, such as now.
Just now, my own true cyclone shield almost completely deflected the opponent's full blow, but the opponent was hardly affected by the counterattack force, which shows that I have reached the level of mastery and proficiency in hard skills.
In this case, using internal strength to defeat external strength... to be honest, it is a bit difficult. As for the strength penetrating the body and directly attacking the internal organs, it is also not easy.
Practicing hard skills horizontally is not purely physical defense, it is the fastest and most effective way to break it with sword energy.
"Have you drawn your sword?" Mei Sanniang danced her sickle in a circle and said excitedly, "As long as you are willing to do it, I will feel uncomfortable if you keep using those evil methods!"
In the next breath, Mei Sanniang crushed the earth and stone under her feet and jumped out.
Xiao Ling didn't even raise his eyelids, and immediately shook his right hand. The hilt of the sword took off his hand and rotated half a circle around his wrist, changing from forehand to backhand. The blade of the sword was slightly tilted and held horizontally in front of him.
Cang!
Sigh...
A crisp sound of gold and iron exploded. As Xiao Ling deliberately released her strength, the inner blade of Mei Sanniang's sickle rubbed and slid over the Spring Water Sword, causing a series of ear-piercing sharp sounds and random jumping sparks, invisible.
A wave of air arose from the center of the fight between the two, causing dust to fly wildly.
Just when Mei Sanniang was about to turn around and use her strength to swing the knife again, Xiao Ling had already disappeared from the spot, floating behind her.
Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!
In the blink of an eye, Xiao Ling fired five swords in a row, either stabbing or slashing, and attacking all parts of Mei Sanniang's limbs at the same time, but all she got was a series of golden and iron sounds, without even scratching her skin.
Xiao Ling's eyebrows were calm, and she thought to herself that if it was as she expected, the other party's kung fu had already been mastered, and now there might only be one or two vital points in his body to cover the door.
In actual combat, temporarily testing the location of the shield door is just looking for trouble, and it is better to break through with force.
Knowing what he knew, Xiao Ling decided not to hold back any more.
"Ha! Are you tickling me!?" Mei Sanniang shouted, and kicked her sideways. At the same time, she swung the scythe from back to front, from top to bottom, making a large semicircle, and hit the little girl with the head of her pocket.
Spirit.
Seeing this, Xiaoling raised his sword with his right hand to meet him, but the true energy in his body changed in a strange way, and a faint golden light bloomed between his eyes.
As soon as the two weapons collided, there was no reaction. Xiao Ling was like a fallen leaf, borrowing the power of Mei Sanniang to float back. At the same time, his left hand clung to the sword body and slowly passed by, using the true energy accumulated in his body.
It spurted out, and the blue sword light was hesitant.
Xiao Ling withdrew, but Mei Sanniang still had enough energy. The scythe hit the ground fiercely, exploding into rubble and gravel.
Just when she pulled out the blade of the sickle, re-arranged her posture, and regained her strength, Xiao Ling changed her previous passivity and took the lead to bully her.
Mei Sanniang didn't rush to draw the knife, she clenched her fist fiercely with her left hand, and punched Xiaoling's chest with a sound of breaking wind.
Seeing this, Xiao Ling curled up the corner of his mouth, shook his left hand behind his back, and shook his right wrist. At the same time, his five fingers relaxed and opened slightly. Miraculously, the Chun Shui Sword did not fall directly from his hand, but seemed to have fallen, centered on the palm of Xiao Ling's hand, vibrating and swinging in a circle.
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However, Mei Sanniang ignored this scene and kept moving forward with her fists, aiming straight at the target.
When the two of them were completely close, the Spring Water Sword was already out of the range of Xiao Ling's hand, spinning in the air, and the free palm of his right hand just met Mei Sanniang's fist.
Poof!
There was a muffled sound, the fists and palms met, and the dissipated energy dispersed. Xiao Ling was also knocked back by Mei Sanniang's punch for several steps before he could barely stop his retreat. However, the Spring Water Sword was pulled by the true energy.
, lingering with layers of sword energy, spinning rapidly around Mei Sanniang’s left wrist, causing a series of friction sounds.
Mei Sanniang didn't care about this, and was about to knock off the Spring Water Sword with a single stroke of her right hand. But when she exerted her strength, she found that her arm only shook and could not be moved.
Looking down, she realized that at some point, several streaks of blue water as thick as two fingers had wrapped around her body. Her right hand, legs, and waist were all tightly wrapped around her, but she didn't even notice it at all.
Whether it's strength or the fluctuation of true energy.
At this moment, Xiao Ling began to form seals with his hands, and golden light burst out from his whole body. The sword energy on the Spring Water Sword became more frequent, circling and cutting back and forth around Mei Sanniang's body.
Renzong swordsmanship is majestic and powerful. It emphasizes using the sword to control the qi, using the qi as the inside, the sword as the surface, and the sword and qi as one.
The Tianzong swordsmanship is ethereal, unprovoked, and flexible. It emphasizes using Qi to control the sword, using the sword as solid, using Qi as virtual, and the sword is guided by Qi.
In layman's terms, the Renzong mainly fights with swords, while the Tianzong prefers to fight with swords flying out.
"Drink!"
Feeling the stinging pain on her skin, Mei Sanniang knew that her hard skills would be broken over time. She immediately let out a low roar, and the energy in her body exploded, and the big chunks of land under her feet cracked and shattered.
The torrent of spiritual energy also becomes illusory and unstable, and is about to collapse.
