The branch in the black ghost face's hand stabbed Leng Buyu. Leng Buyu threw out a sword flower with the white sword Yingzhu in his left hand. He held the sword in his backhand and blocked the branch of the black ghost face. Another branch of the black ghost face stabbed out again, and so on.
The way the move was carried out made Leng Buyu a little puzzled.
These moves are not like sword skills, but more like double spear skills.
When fighting for life and death, hesitation is the most taboo. Leng Buyu twisted out the black Pojun sword in his right hand. According to his idea, it should be able to smash the branch. But when the Pojun sword touched the branch, the branch only trembled slightly, not
It was said to have been smashed, but no faint sword marks were left.
Leng Buyu couldn't help but be stunned. During this moment, the ghost face in black put his foot on Leng Buyu's chest and kicked him out.
Leng Buyu's steps were light as he stepped back, and after a few turns, he regained his balance.
"Who are you?"
The ghost in black couldn't help but snorted coldly and replied: "Walking around in the rivers and lakes is just for grudges and fighting with sharp swords. Why do you need to know who's name?"
Leng Buyu's white sword Yingzhu in his left hand was inserted back into the scabbard. He held the black sword Broken Sword with both hands. His eyes were fierce. Before the other party could say another word, he rushed over like an arrow from the string. He couldn't see the face of the ghost in black.
I don’t know if he is sneering at this moment or something else.
The Pojun Sword slashed from the right side. The black-clothed ghost face stabbed the branch in his left hand, and the end of the branch hit the tip of the sword. After an upward thrust, Leng Buyu couldn't help but retreat. His steps were unsteady, and the Black Sword Pojun made a buzzing sound.
, the hand holding the sword couldn't stop shaking.
Leng Buyu couldn't help but secretly marvel in his heart, who is this black-clothed ghost face that is so sacred? When fighting with him, he felt like he was turning into a child, being toyed with by the other side, with no ability to resist.
At this moment, he had no fear at all, and had no intention of retreating. The black sword Pojun in his hand inserted into the stone slab with his backhand, and with a pull of his right hand, he pulled off the large cloak. The cloak was thrown aside, and he wore an ice-blue gold jacket inside.
Wearing a military uniform, there are three daggers on the cowhide belt on his chest, the colors of which are cowhide color, brown and yellow. There are two slightly exposed scabbard tails on his back, one black and one white, behind his waist, with the left side exposed.
There is a white sword hilt, and the right side is empty.
The black-clothed ghost face stared at the iron belt around Leng Buyu's waist again, and his eyes that were not covered by the mask showed approval. How could such a skilled craftsman in the world be able to create such an exquisite soft sword.
Leng Buyu pulled out three daggers, holding one each between the index finger and middle finger, the middle finger and ring finger, the ring finger and the little finger of his left hand. He moved his right hand again and pulled out the black sword Po Jun, which was deeply embedded in the stone slab. His figure flashed towards the black
Yigui charged forward.
The black-clothed ghost stood motionless, throwing out a beautiful sword flower from the branch of his left hand like Leng Buyu had done before, and then holding it in his hand. Judging from his posture, it was not like the double spear skill before, and his current appearance was even more...
Like two swords.
Leng Buyu couldn't help but be startled when he saw the current posture of the ghost face in black, but then his eyes became more excited. The black sword Po Jun in his right hand came out first to stab the sword. The ghost face in black moved back slightly, and the hand in his left hand was held behind his back.
branch one
A horizontal slash. With the right timing, the end of the branch hit Leng Buyu's black sword. The black sword trembled slightly. Leng Buyu felt that his right hand was shaking and even a little numb.
Since he is a sword master, he does not say whether his swordsmanship is the best in the world, but he has experienced many battles. Leng Buyu took advantage of the situation and turned to the left, his left arm straightened, and the three daggers held by the fingers of his left hand were as strong as those of male swordsmen.
The lion's sharp claws scratched the mask of the black-clothed ghost. The corners of the black-clothed ghost's mouth, which was covered by the mask, couldn't help but slightly raise in a sinister smile.
I didn't see the ghost in black making any movements. He just used his right hand to gently pick up the branch. Leng Buyu struggled to hold the dagger between his ring finger and little finger. As soon as he let go of his hands, the cowhide-colored dagger was hit directly.
It flew out. The dagger fell out of hand, flew four to five feet, and shot into the big tree on the side. The sword body was submerged, leaving an empty hilt.
Although I was frightened, even if the sharp sword in my hand was broken during the battle, I couldn't just give up. After Leng Buyu spun around, he still used the power of spinning to turn the black sword in his right hand into a sharp arrow and was thrown out by him. The force was fierce.
, walking against the wind.
This time, the ghost face in black was no longer as casual as teasing a three-year-old child. He was like a ghost and avoided the black sword. The next moment, the ghost face in black was in front of Leng Buyu, and Leng Buyu took a breath of cold air.
The black-clothed ghost couldn't help but let go, let go of his left hand, and let the branch fall to the ground. Then, he clenched his empty left hand into a fist and punched Leng Buyu on the jaw.
This punch was so powerful that Leng Buyu felt as if his jaw bone was shattered, and his body was knocked nearly a foot away before falling heavily to the ground.
Just after landing, the black-clothed ghost face lifted his right foot and stepped down hard. Leng Buyu rolled to the left, then the carp rolled, and like a dragonfly touching the water, he moved back a few feet, and distanced himself from the black-clothed ghost face.
The black-clothed ghost-face stood on the spot. He turned his head and looked at the black sword Pojun who had also been shot into the tree trunk and even penetrated it. Then he looked at the branch held in his right hand. Leng Buyu thought this was
The black-clothed ghost face discarded the branch and walked over to pull out the black sword Po Jun. Unexpectedly, the five fingers of his right hand loosened and clenched, holding the branch tighter.
The tree branch was used as a sword and thrust forward, assuming the posture of an immortal guiding the way.
Leng Buyu's throat felt slightly sweet, and then he spat out a mouthful of black blood. He spat out the blood and wiped it off with the back of his right hand, leaving a bloody stain on his entire mouth. Leng Buyu loosened the fingers of his left hand, and a short brown and yellow
The sword fell, and the same left hand swept over it, holding the two daggers in his hand.
Then, I saw him throwing a dagger to his right hand, one in each hand, like an assassin.
The black-clothed ghost looked amused, and couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. Does this guy really not know what the power gap is?
If the black-clothed ghost-face was considerate of his younger generation, he would naturally let Leng Silently show up. Unfortunately, what a pity, the black-clothed ghost-face is exactly the one who puts fairness first in battles. Before Leng Buyu could make any move, he appeared like a ghost again.
Leng Buyu stood in front of him. Along with him, the branch he used as a sword stabbed Leng Buyu in the abdomen.
Although the hand is not a sword, its power is greater than that of a sword.
Leng Buyu was sincerely trembling this time, but the instinct of practicing swordsmanship for many years made him turn sideways to Party B. Then he raised the dagger in his left hand from bottom to top and hit the branch in the hand of the ghost face in black. After this action,
The branch was not carried away as expected, but was held together with the dagger. Without waiting for breath, Leng Buyu thrust out the dagger in his right hand again, not to hurt his opponent, but the target was the right wrist of the ghost face in black.
Although he was crushed by this series of actions, his thoughts were still clear. The ghost face in black was even more happy, but he had no intention of continuing to avoid him. Before the cold dagger touched him, the ghost face in black was
He raised his foot and kicked Leng Buyu in the abdomen, sending him flying three to four feet again. He didn't stop until he hit a high wall on the side.
This kick, this collision, Leng Buyu really felt as if all the bones in his body were broken. He felt a little afraid of this black-clothed ghost face in his heart. Compared with fear, he was more curious about who this black-clothed ghost face was, and what it was.
It is so fierce, like an insurmountable mountain, standing in front of people.
This time, the black-clothed ghost face simply discarded the branch in his right hand and rushed over with his fist waved.
Leng Buyu pulled his body out from the wall, and there was a sunken human figure in the original position. As he dodged, the black-clothed ghost's fist had already hit the wall. It was unknown whether it was one foot or two feet thick.
Immediately, a fist-sized hole was punched out by this punch.
Leng Buyu hid, and the man in black chased him, punching him one after another. He didn't know which house was behind the high wall, but the wall was so miserable that holes the size of a fist were punched out one after another.
Naturally, Leng Buyu didn't care who the owner of the house was. Nowadays, saving his life and fighting back are the most important. He saw his left and right hands coming out at the same time, and the two daggers were shot out like deadly darts in the hands of a thief. The sound of breaking wind,
It still lingers in my ears.
The black-clothed ghost faced two daggers and rushed over. The moment the daggers approached, one of them bent back, then stretched out his hands and grabbed them upwards. The two seven-star daggers were directly hit by the black-clothed ghost's face.
Hold it in your hand.
I thought that the black-clothed ghost-face planned to use these two daggers as weapons to fight with Leng Buyu, but unexpectedly, he let go of his hands, and there was a "ding-dong" sound, and the daggers fell to the ground.
The black-clothed ghost looked straight at Leng Baiyu. He finally spoke. His voice was harsh and unpleasant. He said: "The power of the Sword Master is nothing more than this!"
No matter whether you are a scholar or a martial artist, although there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, you are really willing to be inferior and have to admit defeat. But if you are humiliated by your opponent, a scholar may wait for an opportunity to retaliate, but a martial artist will only risk his life.
Leng Buyu stood there, holding the white sword hilt with his left hand. With a "pop" sound, the white sword Yingzhu was pulled out again.
Leng Buyu's eyes changed, ferocious and ruthless, and the aura of death filled the air. Seeing Leng Buyu's ghostly appearance, the black-clothed ghost face also laughed out loud, and heard him say: "Okay, let me take a look.
, what are the abilities of the so-called contemporary sword master?"