Li Yu, a registered disciple of the Shilipo Sword Sect.
As soon as the two of them announced their homes, there was a commotion at the Lijian Hall.
My own family sent the strongest combat force, but the other side only sent an unknown soldier.
Although the registered disciple has a name, everyone knows that apart from a name, there is no sense of existence.
Some of the disciples of the Lijian Hall were glad that the other party was careless and underestimated the enemy, simply giving them territory. Such good people do not often exist.
The other disciples, who were arrogant and proud, felt extremely humiliated, and each one clamored to teach the other disciples a lesson.
Humph! There is no one left in the Shilipo Sword Sect, and they actually sent a brat to die!
Little boy, I advise you to leave the sect, go home, marry a wife, and save a seed, lest you die one day and have no one to accompany your father to his death.
Li Yu smiled and said, "Old man, your sharp swords are not only polished, but your words are also sharpened very quickly. What, is all you have left to do is your words?"
The two sides exchanged words with each other, but their feet never stopped. They were all moving slowly, looking for angles and positions that were favorable to themselves, and trying to lock in the opponent's weaknesses.
Liu Yan, the elder of Lijian Hall, has been famous for decades and has experienced all kinds of ups and downs. To use a cliché, he eats more salt than Li Yu eats rice, and the bridges he crosses are longer than the distance Li Yu walks.
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Not only does he have exquisite swordsmanship and majestic sword aura, but he also has extremely rich combat experience. Like a piece of jade that has been carefully polished and played with for hundreds of years, it is crystal clear with no flaws visible.
Liu Yan was confident that the young boy opposite him was definitely no match for him. He could crush the opponent just by relying on his momentum and experience, and there was no need to draw his sword at all.
But when the momentum between the two sides clashed, Liu Yan realized that he had thought too much, and even more wrongly.
Although the opponent is young, his momentum is very calm. Not only is he as stable as a rock, but he is also like a millstone, turning slowly but firmly.
Liu Yan felt like a soybean in a millstone, being squeezed continuously and ground into an indescribable liquid.
no!
This can't go on like this!
Although it only took a dozen breaths, Liu Yan could already feel his momentum being suppressed.
He knew that it was impossible to hope that his opponent would make a mistake, because the other party was more stable than himself. If the stalemate continued, he would definitely be the first to collapse.
You must take the initiative!
Liu Yan's hand holding the sword was tight and tight, and the muscles and bones of his wrist were tense to the extreme, as if he would unsheath the sword at any time and release the majestic and invincible sword energy.
However, the opponent's aura is too smooth, like an extremely round sphere, slippery and without any focus.
Liu Yan hesitated. The sword was stuck in his mouth and he didn't dare to move at all. He didn't dare to release the sword energy that he had been holding back for several years.
It's like shooting an arrow, at least it's aimed at the target. Even if it doesn't hit the red heart, at least it's aiming at the red heart, and it finally hits the target.
But now, Liu Yan couldn't find any flaw in the opponent and couldn't lock the target at all.
Damn it!
Drops of cold sweat broke out on Liu Yan's forehead.
Perfect!
There are no flaws!
At least, with Liu Yan's eyes, he couldn't see any flaws, which meant that the opponent's strength was at least one level higher than his own.
Elder Liu, if you don’t come, I will come!
Liyu doesn't know what it means to be polite, let alone what it means to be merciful.
Before he finished speaking, he was already kicking the ground violently, and his body was shot out like an arrow from the string. When he was halfway, the sword energy of the Iron Cutting Sword Technique had already risen and wrapped around the blade.
not good!
Liu Yan was shocked.
Even if the opponent is standing still and moving, he has nowhere to start. Now moving at a high speed, let alone looking for the opponent's weaknesses, it will be good if he can just take a breath under the opponent's hand.
Before, Liu Yan had been thinking about offense and never thought about defense.
In his opinion, the essence of Tokendo is to kill the enemy with one sword, and only needs to pursue the attack unilaterally.
As for defense, it doesn’t exist!
Anyone who can dodge his strongest sword is definitely not something he can fight against, and no matter how powerful the defense is, it will be in vain.
Although Li Yu was excited and excited in his heart, his eyes were always as silent as water, without a trace of ripples.
He knew that what he was today was entirely the result of his master's initiation and teaching, the result of his hard work in studying the Six Studies, and the result of the abuse and beatings by the four gentlemen.
No matter how exquisite Liu Yan's swordsmanship is, can he surpass Mr. Liu?
No matter how strong Liu Yan's defense is, can he be stronger than Mr. Xu?
No matter how aggressive and violent Liu Yan's fighting style is, can he still surpass Mr. Long and Mr. Ai?
No!
Compared with the four gentlemen, Liu Yan is simply a big-hearted and brainless man, a worthless waste.
However, when a lion fights a rabbit, he should go all out. Liyu doesn't want to make a mistake, because he has been overturned by gentlemen too many times because of a small mistake.
What makes Li Yu feel most ashamed is the first battle with Mr. Long. The scene where Mr. Long pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger, and then fights back against the enemy in a desperate situation is hung on the wall and cannot be removed.
calm!
steady!
There can be no carelessness in the slightest.
Just like when fighting against four gentlemen on weekdays.
Mr. Six who never makes mistakes, Mr. Xu who never shows any flaws, Mr. Long who is always attacking and never defending, and Mr. Ai who is so powerful that he crushes him from start to finish.
Liu Yan almost cried.
Without a way to survive, this battle is impossible to fight.
The people around him were not immersed in the situation and had no idea of the pressure on Elder Liu Yan.
They thought that Elder Liu Yan was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, with the winning ticket in hand, ready to unleash a shocking blow at any time, cracking rocks and piercing clouds.
No one was making noises, and no one was shouting. Everyone stared with their eyes wide open, holding their breath, expecting Elder Liu Yan's incomparable power to explode in an instant.
As for Elder Liu Yan's enemies, no one cares at all.
The moment he stood opposite Elder Liu Yan, he was already dead, and the moment Elder Liu Yan unsheathed his sword was the day of his death.
Moved!
Elder Liu Yan moved!
I saw Elder Liu Yan taking half a step forward with his right foot, leaning his right shoulder forward, and retreating with his left hand. With the sword as the center, two completely opposite forces, one on the left and one on the right, quickly accumulated and exploded in an instant.
Whoosh!
Autumn water is like a river!
Sparkling!
Thousands of azure sword energy spurted out, as if surging from the scabbard or surging from the blade. In an instant, it drowned everything on the arena and filled everyone's field of vision.
Someone saw the sky full of stars.
Someone saw a spark that started a prairie fire.
Some people also saw the Jiutian Waterfall.
This is the most exciting moment and the most brilliant moment of Tokentang’s stunts.
Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.
After the light comes withering.
puff
Elder Liu Yan only felt a pain in his chest.
He looked down, only to find that his proudest chest muscle had been cut in half. Blood oozed from the incision, and the next moment it suddenly erupted.
Five steps away, Li Yu made a gesture to shake blood, then sheathed his sword and returned it to its sheath.
He had a regretful expression on his face and sighed helplessly.
My sword energy is still not concentrated enough, and I can't even maintain it for three breaths. I am indeed the weakest scum in the sect.