Zhao Changhe is really addicted to fighting. When he asked to fight Lei Zhentang earlier, it was not just words that blocked him, but actually he really wanted to fight him in his heart.
Even if he knows that he may not be able to defeat him, a man who practices the Blood Demon Kung Fu will become a Blood Demon like this.
Fortunately, I suppressed my anxious heart, otherwise I might not be able to hide the blood in my eyes.
In fact, Zhao Changhe, who suppressed the Blood Demon Kung Fu and switched to using the sword, could only exert half of the normal strength, but Zhao Changhe actually found it very fun to fight. It was a bit similar to the feeling of traveling all the way through the Kunlun Secret Realm.
That's right, there are all kinds of new scenes, racking your brains to apply what you have learned that you don't use much in daily life. The passion of inspiration and collision is difficult to experience when you are dancing wildly with a knife.
Maybe it's because they like the new and hate the old? No...it's the warrior's joy at the new challenge, just like a game player encountering an interesting version update.
And I have been trying Tantan's sword skills on the edge but never really practiced them. Now I feel that the more I use them, the more fun I have. The feeling of sword and sword is really different.
The sword is violent, powerful, straightforward, and powerful enough to defeat thousands of armies.
The sword is free and elegant, offering both the joy of operation and the fierce killing of life and death.
In fact, he is no stranger to swords for a long time... He has integrated swordsmanship into swordsmanship a long time ago, but that kind of integration cannot fully bring out the value of swordsmanship. The essence is still the sword. Now that it is separated, it can
Have a true understanding of the sword.
It seems that he can feel that the energy that was originally roaring and sweeping in the blood began to gather into a sharp edge. Zhao Changhe immediately thought of the sharp blade grass needed for body training, and also thought of what Li Shentong said about body training.
Direction training.
I see.
Everything you learn and know seems to be unrelated, but in fact it is integrated.
And... the so-called Gu can be completely matched with the natural differences between the second page of the Book of Heaven... It is said that that page corresponds to the makeup of the late Tang Dynasty, but in fact it does not correspond to the Miao territory of this trip? So that the Book of Heaven is now
In VR, more and more Gu insect effects have gradually begun to be displayed, which are actually biological nature.
What one gains, what the enemy shows, gradually point to the bridge between heaven and earth.
"Buzz!" The energy and blood in the body suddenly surged wildly, as if there was a feeling of chaos and boiling.
Zhao Changhe looked up and saw a woman standing in front of him apologetically: "To cast a curse, we must have a medium. We just used the corpse killed by Guardian Si to trigger the curse. I hope Guardian Si won't think it was a sneak attack or a fight with someone.
People join forces.”
Strictly speaking, it seems to be true, but the curse requires it to be like this. He said it frankly, so Zhao Changhe didn't mind and said with a smile: "Of course."
The woman breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "This is a blood curse, which causes chaos in the whole body's energy and blood, ranging from loss of strength to death due to explosion. If Protector Si feels that he cannot resist, he can stop it earlier."
Zhao Changhe said: "Does it count if I carry it over?"
The woman shook her head: "Of course I will take advantage of the situation to attack, otherwise what's the point of holding you back..."
As he spoke, a Miao knife appeared in his hand, and he tentatively cut it: "Dr. Si, please pay attention."
"Actually, eldest sister, you don't have to be so polite. This sword could have been more ruthless." Zhao Changhe smiled, and suddenly the sword came out like a dragon, accurately hitting the side of Miao Dao.
The sharp sword energy struck, shaking the woman Miao Dao, who almost lost her hand, and retreated in shock: "Are you completely unaffected by the curse?"
Zhao Changhe grinned: "Nothing, I have flesh and blood peace Gu."
What kind of poison is this?
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, not knowing why.
Sisi laughed with a "puff", Qi Xue, isn't this hitting Zhao Changhe's strengths? You might as well change the curse, such as the lustful Gu... Well, it seems to be useless, yesterday in the bathtub... this aunt
It’s not as beautiful as me, I can’t do it…
Just as he was thinking this, Zhao Changhe suddenly said "Hey" and felt very sleepy.
When the battle was raging, I felt so sleepy that I felt like I could fall asleep standing up with my sword in my hand. The opponent's Miao Dao had already taken the opportunity to escape from the entanglement of my own sword and slashed towards him.
The woman breathed a sigh of relief: "This is the sleeping Gu. It has quietly possessed you just now..."
"Pa!" Before he finished speaking, a tiny Gu insect suddenly fell from Zhao Changhe's body. Zhao Changhe's eyesight returned to clarity, and his left hand swiftly grabbed the woman's wrist where she had cut off the Miao Dao.
Put it on the woman's neck.
The woman was stunned: "How did you do this? You obviously didn't notice that you were quietly possessed by the Gu..."
"Concession." Zhao Changhe did not explain, but he actually had more than enough intentions.
Don't look at Yun Danfeng Qing's attack, it is actually extremely dangerous. If he breaks it in a moment, Fang Miao Dao will put it on his neck. The method of breaking it is the sharpness of Qi and blood that he has just realized.
He entered the sword forest and was stabbed out... However, this kind of Gu insect is weak. If it were strong, he would really be in trouble...
The art of witchcraft is really difficult to guard against, but it is also really interesting.
The woman shook her head in admiration and stepped back. Zhao Changhe took a few deep breaths and felt a little tired.
Even though they were all opponents with not very high cultivation, they really tried their best and could not relax at all.
A tall and handsome man slowly walked out in front of him. His back was straight and his figure was like a sword. He walked slowly to Zhao Changhe, raised his sword and pointed at it: "She tribe Lan Wujiang, please give me the advice of the protector."
Zhao Changhe narrowed his eyes slightly, his slightly drooped shoulders gradually straightened up, and his fighting spirit burned.
This temperament, this sword intent, this "wu" generation.
Bashan Jianlu!
Hey, isn't Han Wubing a disciple? How come he is the same generation as seniors like Shi Wuding?
This thought flashed through my mind, and I slowly said, "I'll wait for you for a long time."
Lan Wujiang squinted his eyes and looked at him, and said slowly: "Sure enough."
Zhao Changhe said: "Are you really from the She tribe?"
"Of course." Lan Wujiang said: "You? True Spirit Clan?"
Zhao Changhe put his hands on his hips: "Of course!"
Yue Hongling glanced at Sisi, who turned her head.
"Okay." Lan Wujiang said, "Your swordsmanship is very good."
Zhao Changhe said: "Your sword skills are not good."
Lan Wujiang looked at him coldly.
Sisi asked Yue Hongling in a low voice: "Do people who play swordsman talk like this?"
Yue Hongling couldn't laugh or cry: "Am I not a sword player? Tang Buqi is also a sword player. Who is like this... Maybe he learned it from Han Wubing."
Sisi said: "It seems that we should keep him away from Han Wubing in the future...it's so scary."
But Zhao Changhe continued: "You should be the first to come out, that's the swordsman."
Lan Wujiang was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Maybe."
"When I am exhausted, you feel guilty. If you are timid before fighting, you are not worthy of being my opponent." Zhao Changhe sneered: "Let you draw the sword first."
Anger finally flashed in Lan Wujiang's eyes.
A flash of sword light suddenly appeared in the hall.
There is no bright light, no violent energy.
A ray of sword light cut through the void and came to Zhao Changhe's throat in an instant.
This is definitely a top swordsman at the ninth level of the Mysterious Entrance, who is only one step away from stepping into the secret door!
Zhao Changhe hid his blood-killing skills and changed his sword to a sword. His own strength should have been halved, not to mention that he had gone through a wheel battle, exhausted all his skills, and was exhausted. Can Zhao Changhe at this moment really defeat such an opponent?
Zhao Changhe's steps were slightly wrong, and people with poor eyesight did not even feel that he moved. However, Lan Wujiang's sword light was at its strongest and had been avoided without leaving a trace. The next moment, the Dragon Emperor pointed diagonally at the side of Lan Wujiang's sword.
There was a "ding" sound, and both of them swayed slightly.
The next moment almost coincidentally, the sword glow skyrocketed. It was as if thousands of pear trees were in full bloom in the hall, like rain falling all over the sky.
The night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond.
Spring water stretches across the sky and blue waves cross the sky.
The sound of the two swords clashing was endless, as close as thousands of raindrops hitting the eaves at the same time. Most people could no longer keep up with the speed of these two people and were dazzled by the sight.
"Is this a battle for the Miao border?" Many people were whispering: "Is this really not the list of people from the Central Plains?"
"Where's their Gu?"
"...Weaker Gu can't enter such a sword net at all. They all choose this mode precisely to prevent being attacked by the Gu. Otherwise, why would they use such a sword net one-on-one, which consumes a lot of money."
"I see... what about the Gu that blesses itself?"
Blue has no boundaries.
Yue Hongling clearly sensed the flow of Lan Wujiang's power, becoming more and more powerful and sharp. The sword energy emitted seemed to have life, spinning thousands of times, and threads bursting out, all pointing at Zhao Changhe's position.
Sharp blade grass... sharp blade Gu?
On the other hand, Zhao Changhe had the same method of spreading sword energy in all directions, but how could the little knowledge of sword energy he learned from Tang Wanzhuang be as good as the sword energy manipulation of others, which was as powerful as a forest?
However, Lan Wujiang, who was in the middle of the game, did not feel relaxed at all.
He also felt that Zhao Changhe's sword was getting stronger and faster, as if each sword was slightly stronger than the previous one. After accumulating a hundred swords, it had begun to become a bit like the Yellow River rushing into the sea, and it was unstoppable.
What kind of swordsmanship is this?
Zhao Changhe learned the Sword of Abi inherited from the Sword Emperor. It is an endless sea of blood. Each sword can absorb a little of the power of the previous sword, gradually accumulating it. It used to be integrated into the sword technique, but later, the stronger the opponent, all could be condensed.
The power is not absorbed and stolen, so it has not been used for a long time. This moment is of course the time to regain it.
Lan Wujiang thought he also had a Gu, so he applied this sword rain pattern invariably. Countless fights occurred in a short period of time, which was just right for the use of this move.
By the time Lan Wujiang realized something was wrong, it was already too late.
A bit of sword light exploded from the eyes, like the Milky Way hanging in the sky, straight into the sky, and the blood wave was boundless.
Lan Wujiang's eyes flashed with a stern look, and suddenly the man and the sword merged into one, heading straight for the place where the stormy waves were at their strongest.
Bashan’s unique skill, the return date has not yet been announced.
In every sword rain, there must be flaws to be found. What seems to be the strongest point is often the core point of intersection.
"Good swordsmanship." Zhao Changhe actually had time to sigh: "I learned it, thank you."
"Choke!" Lan Wujiang's long sword penetrated fiercely into the core, but Zhao Changhe's sword force suddenly changed.
Like the waves rushing across the Milky Way, the upside-down sword force suddenly shrank and converged at one point, as if all the waves of blood converged into a screaming spirit, claiming lives and souls, dying together!
The skill of the Sword Emperor, the sword of Yuantu!
The two of them passed by each other, with their backs facing each other.
Lan Wujiang covered his ribs, blood gradually flowing out.
Zhao Changhe had a gash on his left arm. When everyone was stunned, he suddenly struck back with a sword and cut off a piece of flesh on his arm.
A Gu insect fell to the ground, twitching and motionless.
Even before life and death, he was still guarding against poison...
People stared blankly at the way he was cutting off the flesh of his arms. It was clear that they were sweating from the pain, but both our enemies and ourselves felt a little trembling in their hearts.
A true husband.
Sisi and Yue Hongling sat on the small bench with their chins in their hands and looked at his back. Neither of them spoke.
"Bang!" Lan Wujiang fell to the ground with a bang. A group of tribesmen rushed up and tried their best to treat his injuries. They glared at Zhao Changhe angrily: "Si Laoye, you have such poisonous hands!"
"He's not dead, you're just calling me shit." Zhao Changhe gasped, his tone extremely tired: "Who else wants to give me advice?"
No one answered for a while.
The leader of the Bai tribe loudly said: "What else is there to compare with? I will accept your seat! Who is qualified to replace you as the fifth seat? I will be the first to refuse!"
There was silence in the audience, and no one objected.
Even Lei Zhentang couldn't refute it, and he wanted to lose face.
In fact, there are many disciples hidden in Jianlu, but at this moment, anyone who dares to take action will simply offend the public.
Could it be that the fifth seat was really occupied by the Spirit Clan like this? Lei Zhentang squeezed the armrest tightly, his expression uncertain.
Zhao Changhe stood for a moment, no one responded, he bowed his hands and saluted everyone around him, and smiled: "Everyone expresses your love...but this is not my fifth seat."
He slowly turned around, walked up to Sisi, bowed and saluted: "Return to the Holy Maiden... Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."