"God of Death, good sword. Search on Baidu" Lin Zhenlong gave a thumbs up.
"Yeah." Zeng Fan also nodded, "Dominating the martial arts world is just around the corner."
He Zhenzhong smiled, stretched out his hand, and hooked his fingers, "I see you guys seem a little unconvinced. Come on, give it a try."
"You use a sword?" Yan Longhui couldn't wait to step forward, brushed it, took out his sword from his waist, and stared at He Zhenzhong, "Apart from the sword, you don't know how to use anything else?"
"Um."
"Okay." Yan Longhui's face was filled with joy.
Zeng Fan and others had expressions of pity on their faces. What a great opportunity to torture the God of Death, but they were snatched away by that kid Jiaolong.
It's not that they look down on swordsmanship, but that fighting in the army is all about one fatal blow. Although swordsmanship is good, the moves are too gorgeous and lose a bit of murderous intent.
Yan Longhui's face also became serious. Although he felt that He Zhenzhong's swordsmanship was not very good, he had to go all out in the face of any enemy. He held his head tightly in his right hand, squatted slightly, and spread his feet forward and backward.
"bring it on."
pedal.
As soon as He Zhenzhong finished speaking, Yan Longhui's right foot kicked hard on the ground, using the force, his body quickly jumped out, like a cheetah sprinting with all its strength.
Deng Deng Deng.
When he came to He Zhenzhong, he bent his feet, then bounced, and his body bounced up.
call.
The head pierced the air and attacked He Zhenzhong's neck at extremely fast speed.
He Zhenzhong also entered the state, staring at Yan Longhui, and raised his right hand fiercely.
Swish.
The long sword stabbed out fiercely like a poisonous snake spitting out a message.
Ding.
Yan Longhui twisted his waist, circled his right hand, and placed his head on the sword.
Sizzle.
He Zhenzhong took two steps with his right foot and retracted the long sword in his right hand.
call.
Ding.
What? Zeng Fan and Lin Zhenlong standing next to them all stared wide-eyed. Twice in a row, the tip of He Zhenzhong's sword hit Yan Longhui's head accurately. This was definitely not a coincidence.
Naturally, they didn't know that He Zhenzhong's proficiency in swordsmanship gave him a keen ability to detect the enemy's weaknesses and evasive movements. This is why swordsmanship must be practiced if one wants to learn gun fighting.
Whoosh.
Ding.
Yan Longhui's face was also full of solemn expression. No matter what angle he attacked from, He Zhenzhong seemed to be able to see through it in advance, and the long sword could always stab him accurately.
Gritting his teeth, he waved.
Ding.
Boom, he stamped his foot, accelerated his body, and rushed towards He Zhenzhong, and then swung out his right hand. At that moment, the five fingers of his right hand suddenly loosened, and his head fell off.
call.
His left hand circled, drew an arc, made a half circle, and grabbed the fallen head.
"This time, let me see how you block it."
He grabbed the head with his left hand and stabbed it. At the same time, Yan Longhui's right fist hit He Zhenzhong's nose.
call.
He Zhenzhong pointed the toes of his right foot on the ground, supporting his body, turned around gracefully, pulled his right hand diagonally, and drew the long sword from bottom to top.
Ding.
His head blocked the sword, and Yan Longhui's right fist had to retreat quickly, otherwise it would hit the blade. After taking a step back, he stepped forward again. He was not a fool. As long as he got close to He Zhenzhong, then
The space that the long sword in his hand can use will be compressed and it will not be able to be used.
Deng Deng Deng.
call.
He leaned his upper body back to avoid He Zhenzhong's sword, and then swung his right hand fiercely.
when.
As soon as he turned away from the long sword, he moved his waist and kicked up, but his expression changed. He gritted his teeth, twisted his waist, and flipped sideways twice in a row.
Phew, a touch of coldness passed by his face.
It was the long sword that was held away by him, but He Zhenzhong pulled it back, almost scratching him.
The people next to them all stared wide-eyed. They never expected that He Zhenzhong actually blocked Yan Longhui with a long sword. You know, as special forces, they are infinitely proficient in head-to-head combat.
Then, a gloating smile appeared on their faces, and they looked at Yan Longhui pitifully, making you want to take advantage. Is it so easy to take advantage of the God of Death? Now you regret it.
Stepping away and standing still, Yan Longhui took a deep breath, clutched his head tightly, and stared at He Zhenzhong.
And He Zhenzhong stood proudly, pointing the long sword diagonally at Yan Longhui. If he put on a white gown, he would look like a peerless swordsman.
This swordsmanship practice is really useful, He Zhenxin thought, his observation and reaction skills have been greatly improved, and it makes him feel very relaxed when defending.
Then, next, it’s time to test the attack power.
Boom.
As soon as He Zhenzhong kicked the ground, his body suddenly moved, and the long sword in his hand was pointed directly at Yan Longhui.
Yan Longhui did not retreat but advanced, holding his head with his right hand.
call.
His body was slightly turned to one side, and the sword passed against his body.
He Zhenzhong's right hand moved, the long sword paused, and the sword body suddenly fell to the right.
Snapped.
His chest was slapped by the sword, and Yan Longhui's expression changed. He quickly raised his right hand and swung it over.
when.
What? Did that guy know what he was going to do? It was faster than him, blocking his movement. Yan Longhui gritted his teeth and raised his feet.
call.
boom.
After a kick, He Zhenzhong withdrew the long sword in his hand, and then thrust it out again, as fast as lightning.
Ding.
He Zhenzhong's hand moved slightly, the tip of the sword swayed, and then his right hand violently turned upward.
Yan Longhui's face changed suddenly, and a huge force came from the head he was retracting, causing his hand to move to the side, and He Zhenzhong's long sword stabbed straight towards his chest.
Deng Deng Deng.
He could only keep retreating.
The corners of He Zhenzhong's mouth turned up slightly, he raised his left hand and slapped the hilt of the sword fiercely.
call.
The long sword was released, and the speed surged.
Not good, dangerous. Yan Longhui's retreating body suddenly leaned back and fell down. With a thud, he landed on the ground. With a push of his right hand, he rolled to the side.
Boom, boom, boom.
He Zhenzhong's feet kept falling.
"Fuck, stop fighting."
He Zhenzhong stopped when he heard Yan Longhui's voice.
Phew, Yan Longhui was lying on the ground, breathing heavily, and then got up, ignoring the dust on his body, staring at He Zhenzhong, "You bastard, I will never fight you again."
Being suppressed all the time is so uncomfortable and hurts one's self-esteem.
He Zhenzhong shrugged and turned his head.
Deng Deng Deng.
Zeng Fan and the others ran away long ago. Are you kidding me? They don't have the habit of being abused.