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There is no need for "Xuanyin** Smoke", "Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle", or even "Yinfeng Three Life Sword". Zhu Biao just wants to test himself by relying on the real skills of "One-Word Sword Technique" and "Zongheng Sword Technique"
of true ability.
Since he was promoted to the second-rate level, except for Qiu Yibei's battle, the rest of them have been unable to stand out. However, the gap between the second-rate masters and Qiu Yibei's famous first-level masters is too big, and there is no comparison at all.
That's why he made such a 'rash' decision today - to formally invite a fight.
Because Lian Fangcheng is one of the first-class masters but not at the top, he is very suitable for comparison with the current Zhu Biao.
Lian Fangcheng did not take Zhu Biao seriously, although he was surprised by Zhu Biao's rapid progress in becoming a second-rate master. You know, one month before last year's competition, Zhu Biao was still below the third-rate level.
Half a year...
But he has the right to remain proud as he was promoted to the top class the year before last.
The blade of the sword was unsheathed, looking down at the world with a look of invincibility. Lian Fangcheng had strong confidence that he could kill Zhu Biao quickly with the sword.
Facing a top-notch master, Zhu Biao did not dare to be careless in the slightest. Following the step forward, he aimed the long sword in his hand at Lian Fangcheng who was rushing towards him in mid-air and shot away.
‘One sword spans across the sea’, the same sword intention that spans the world emerges leisurely.
On the contrary, it offset the pressure on Lian Fangcheng's consciousness caused by the thrust of the sword.
Lian Fangcheng let out a slight "Eh" in his heart. With Zhu Biao's current strength, it was pretty good that he could do this. Suddenly a ball of sword light exploded in front of him. Lian Fangcheng didn't wait for the two swords to collide.
Already shaking my wrist.
Zhu Biao had never seen such a fast sword. As soon as the opponent's hand moved, the dazzling sword light filled his eyes and hit him like a silver flower.
Lian Fangcheng didn't show any intention of pausing, and he was completely going head-to-head with a crushing style of play.
As his mind raced, Zhu Biao understood - not only was the opponent's sword fast, but his sword power was also powerful, powerful and mysterious.
Compared with himself, Lian Fangcheng had an absolute advantage in both internal strength and moves. It was much higher than Sun Tianfeng that he had encountered before.
Not daring to force himself, Zhu Biao swept out with his sword.
"when!"
The first collision between the two sides. I could only feel the powerful internal force on the opponent's sword. It was like a big river rolling in. Zhu Biaoshi tried his best, took three steps back, and left three slashes with swords and axes on the ground.
The footprints were several inches deep and moved more than ten feet laterally, and they were able to barely strengthen the strength of the sword that was thrust into Lian Fangcheng's chest.
It was really - heavy as a mountain, rushing like the sea, and Zhu Biao's arms were all numb from the shock.
A flash of contempt flashed in Lian Fangcheng's eyes, as a mere second-rate man came to fight with him in a sword fight - he didn't know whether to live or die.
Zhu Biao's right hand still felt sore and numb, and he knew that the opponent's skills were far superior to his own, and that he was really no match based on his ability. But this also boosted his fighting spirit and his fighting spirit.
"You also take a blow from my sword——"
‘Across the world’, Zhu Biao took a deep breath, stepped on the meteor, and struck out with a sword.
Even gods and demons cannot stop my steps! A sword was generated, and the attached vertical and horizontal sword intent pressed directly towards Lianfang City.
In Zhaofeng County, with just one sword, the bandit leader who had reached the third-rate level of martial arts was captured. This was the first time in history that Zhu Biao did not rely on the "Yinfeng Three Life Sword" to fight against the enemy (those above the third-rate level) with just one sword.
The one who controls the enemy.
The sharp edge of the long sword is about to hit Lian Fangcheng, only an inch away.
Zhu Biao didn't think that his sword could accomplish anything. After all, he was a whole level away from Lian Fangcheng. But now, seeing that the tip of the sword was about to hit Lian Fangcheng, he couldn't help but feel a surge in his heart.
There was a burst of desire, and a burst of excitement could not help but burst out of his eyes.
Maybe Lian Fangcheng really couldn't stop him, and he was really frightened by his own sword!
"clang--"
Zhu Biao thought too well. The next moment those thoughts turned around in his mind, Lian Fangcheng's long sword suddenly hit Zhu Biao three inches below the tip of the sword. Qingfeng's long sword suddenly flashed.
Just like moving, when it appeared in Zhu Biao's eyes, he had no time to react at all.
A flying snake was nailed to death by seven inches. Although it was only an inch away, it seemed as if it was a world away.
Zhu Biao's right arm holding the sword felt like it was struck by thunder, his toes tapped the ground repeatedly, and he jumped back quickly.
"Want to retreat? It's too late..."
Lian Fangcheng's cold voice rang in Zhu Biao's ears, and the next moment the sword light pierced his eyes and pupils, and the long sword swung down as fast as a meteor.
Helpless, Zhu Biao felt a sense of frustration in his heart. Facing a person who put everything above him, he felt really helpless.
He had to hold his sword in front of his eyes. This was a helpless move.
"clang--"
Amidst the long clang of gold and iron, Lian Fangcheng looked calm, but the long sword in Zhu Biao's hand almost flew away. He used the last bit of strength to hold the hilt of the sword, and his expression kept changing.
Is he really weak, or is his style of fighting really unsuitable when the enemy is strong and we are weak? Then he took three swords with force, and his own sword almost flew away.
Lian Fangcheng's cold voice continued, "The fifth sword!"
With a swish sound, the long sword was slashed towards Zhu Biao's face.
Zhu Biao was definitely on full alert, but Lian Fangcheng's use of the sword still made him feel helpless in his heart.
Whether the sword was fast or slow, the path of the sword could be clearly seen with the naked eye. But something told Zhu Biao that Lian Fangcheng had exerted enough force on this sword.
This was a very weird feeling, a strong sense of contrast, which made Zhu Biao feel quite uncomfortable. What surprised him even more was that this weird sword, with its unpleasant speed, actually made him feel uncertain. That
The strange landing point of the sword tip was accompanied by an elusive hesitation.
A feeling of helplessness came over me.
A straight, deep sense of frustration arose in Zhu Biao's heart.
——My own strength is still too weak.
Fortunately, Zhu Biao has always had a strong mind, and even in such a disadvantage, he was able to quickly regain his composure and regain his composure.
Surprised, but the sword cannot help but block.
Defeat is a defeat, but it does not mean that you have to sacrifice your life to the opponent or that you cannot resist the opponent.
Intuition told Zhu Biao that if he retreated at this time, Lian Fangcheng's sword moves would rush towards him like a flood with no embankment, until he was defeated and injured (killed).
So with no other choice, Zhu Biao sat down on his horse with his waist down, the hilt of his right hand slightly retracted two inches, and the "Yinfeng Three Life Sword" came out leisurely.
The sword's edge suddenly surged and struck directly at Lian Fangcheng's chest.
Judging from the eyes, the "Yinfeng Three Life Sword" is definitely much faster than Lian Fangcheng's sword. Unless Lian Fangcheng speeds up his sword or changes his moves to block the attack, Zhu Biao's sword will penetrate Lian Fang.
When he hit Cheng's chest, Lian Fangcheng's sword should be at least half a foot away from Zhu Biao's face.
Lian Fangcheng was calm and composed, ignoring the danger. He just snorted and lowered his wrist. The sword that was neither fast nor slow actually found the tip of Zhu Biao's sword with great precision, as if Zhu Biao was taking the initiative.
Cooperate with him, calculate the time and send it to his door to cut it for him.
Zhu Biao raised his eyebrows secretly, but did not change his attitude and continued to stab down with his long sword.
"Dang Dang Dang..."
Three bangs sounded, as bright as a bell.
"Ka..." Zhu Biao retreated continuously, and the long sword in his right hand that flew out broke into three pieces in mid-air and scattered down.
The surging true energy and Lian Fangcheng's force came three times without hesitation. Zhu Biao's chest felt as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer. He retreated with a breath of internal energy, and the congestion in his abdomen could no longer be restrained, and he opened his mouth to spray.
A bloody mist emerged.
Even Fang Cheng felt uncomfortable and took eight steps back before stopping. However, his sword did not fly, he did not vomit blood in his mouth, and his vitality was not damaged.
Seeing Zhu Biao's miserable state, he laughed, his sword power became more powerful, and he shouted: "Sixth sword!" He advanced quickly, using the "Moyun Golden Wing Skill", and struck Zhu Biao with a sword in the chest.
