That's the cry of swords, that's the cry of swords.
At this moment, the only thing left in the ears of everyone watching was the melodious sound of swords clashing.
A wave of air exploded, and broken leaves and dust flew around, blocking everyone's sight. Two swords clashed in succession, and another wave of air blew away the dust.
Only then did everyone see the two people standing opposite each other.
Apparently, Liu Jun's body was even worse. The linen clothes on his body were in shreds, with only a few rags left randomly wrapped around his body. There were more than a dozen stab wounds on his exposed skin.
Only the sleeve of his right hand holding the sword was missing from the Hu leader, and there were no wounds. However, his expression was gloomy, and Liu Jun, who was more seriously injured, showed a bright smile.
Liu Jun tore off the already disfigured linen clothes with ease, and the knife marks on his body had disappeared at this moment.
Such resilience!
The leader of the barbarians gritted his teeth. He naturally knew that this was the resilience that a warrior would only have after reaching Xiantian.
The man in front of me is not as strong as me in terms of muscle strength, not as strong as me in qi and blood, and not as hard as me in bones, but his mental strength has vaguely surpassed mine, and he also has the recovery power of an innate warrior, which is already the same as some new innate warriors.
There is no difference.
The expectations were different, and the mood was also different. Liu Jun thought that after this attack, he would inevitably suffer some internal injuries, but he did not expect that he could withstand the main attack. However, because his body was not tough enough, he was hit by the aftermath of the energy.
hurt.
Liu Jun was almost certain that as long as he did not seek death, his life would not be in danger today. Just as he had originally expected, even if both sides suffered losses, there was nothing to fear.
The barbarian in front of me was overwhelming him, and he couldn't kill him quickly. Even if he really wanted to escape, he would never catch me. It was perfect.
After just taking a few breaths, Liu Jun pounced again. Although he could not survive a few moves before the barbarians used more powerful force to repel him, Liu Jun still enjoyed it.
The barbarian leader slashed Liu Jun far away with his sword. He suddenly sheathed the sword, bowed slightly, and tensed his muscles.
Liu Jun was stunned. Although he had never seen anyone use this stance before, he had a vague impression of it in his memory of his previous life.
Drawing the sword is a technique created to swing the sword faster.
Its principle is probably that when you draw a knife, the blade faces outward and the back of the knife faces you. When exerting force, seven parts of the force are directed toward the handle of the knife, leaving three parts toward the direction of the blade. Squeeze the scabbard and use the scabbard and the knife.
The frictional resistance between them allows the hand to draw the sword to accumulate more powerful force. At the same time, when the sword is unsheathed, the resistance of the sheath is reduced, and a certain amount of inertia is generated, allowing the sword to swing faster.
quick.
This technique is indeed very powerful. There are many swordsmen in a certain island country who rely on this technique to defeat invincible opponents in the world.
But this technique has a weakness that is not a weakness. It is the embodiment of your ultimate attack power, and it is also an uncontrollable sword.
The moment you swing the sword, you are the strongest, but the moment the sword comes out of the sheath, your center of gravity, your stance, and your posture will no longer be stable because of this uncontrollable sword.
Liu Jun knew another swordsman who was very good at drawing and slashing. His understanding of drawing and slashing was called waiting. And if his opponent wanted to break his drawing and slashing, he only needed to find ways to make him strike first. Although he
None of his opponents have caught his flaw, but that doesn't mean Liu Jun can't give it a try.
Naturally, Liu Jun couldn't use his family as a raft, and he couldn't compete with him for patience. So he could only use his sadness to stimulate him.
Liu Jun took two steps forward and stood three steps away from the leader of the barbarians. This distance was calculated by Liu Jun. Here, he could feel the slightest danger, and as long as he had the idea of taking a step forward,
, warning signs will sound in your heart.
"You are a tribal leader. In the environment of the grassland, you can even fight for life and death in your own tribe. But now, when you look back, is there anyone who supports you?"
Liu Jun observed the expression of the barbarian leader opposite.
"Look at your posture. It must be a particularly powerful move. You are confident that you can use this move to determine the outcome. But even if you beat me, what's the use? Your tribe is no longer
Support you, your brother is separated from you, you are just a loner."
Liu Jun watched the Hu man's pupils shrinking continuously, and the sense of danger in his body was getting stronger and weaker. He couldn't help but laugh softly. The smile was so relaxed and natural that the enemy in front of him could no longer enter his eyes.
Just listen to him whisper: "The most important thing is, because of your little arrogance, whatever you have been seeking to hide your strength for a long time, no matter what it is, has been reduced to nothing. Just because of that little arrogance.
"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Jun felt an extreme danger coming towards his face. Without thinking, he lay back on the ground. The hot breath passed by his face. Liu Jun seemed to be able to feel it.
The hair in his nostrils seemed to curl up due to the burning heat.
With a quick roll, by the time Liu Jun stood up, the leader of the barbarians had already re-arranged his posture.
It's just that the face of the Hu leader is full of ferocity at this moment. Although he is still in a slashing stance, looking at him, he is full of anger, and it only takes a spark to ignite it.
Liu Jun's heart was filled with a smile, and his spiritual power was just gently moving in the air in front of the leader of the barbarians.
"bass--"
The friction between the knife and the scabbard made a sharp squeak.
The leader of the barbarians instinctively drew his sword and slashed it diagonally. This time, Liu Jun completely saw the strong vitality suddenly burst out after struggling hard. Although it was not as good as the first time when he used the sword, it was equally magnificent.
For a moment, Liu Jun seemed to see a seed in the desolate desert. In order to survive, it spread its roots deeper and further. After accumulating enough energy, it struggled to push up the soil above its head and spread its roots.
All vitality is displayed in front of the world.
Even though this world is so cruel, look at me still struggling to survive.
Liu Jun's eyes were full of emotion when he looked at the leader of the Hu people. He really didn't expect that the sword that killed the wind and sand in the desert could actually evolve into such an artistic conception.
Just looking at the Hu leader's angry look, he shook his head. This was definitely not the Hu leader's own martial arts. He didn't have the ability or the character.
Liu Jun admired the artistic conception contained in the Kung Fu of the Hu leader, and it did not affect his use of the sword.
After several repeated attacks to no avail, the barbarian leader could no longer maintain his sanity. He was so full of anger that he ignored Liu Jun and rushed towards him, his scimitar in his hand creating wind and waves in the air.
Grass blades and dirt floated in the air, making the surrounding area look extremely dark.
The onlookers looked at that area as if a violent storm had occurred, and for the first time they had an accurate understanding of the innate destructive power.