"How can Huma dare to cross Yinshan Mountain with the sword of the flying general of Dragon City!"
With a arrogant word, the white sword Yingzhu has been thrust out. There is no wind blowing with this sword, no dragon roar is heard, it is truly silent. What a pity, what a pity, in the view of the black-clothed ghost face, this sword is too slow.
The black-clothed ghost's face moved, and he once again turned into a ghost and rushed towards him. He struck Leng Buyu's right shoulder with an elbow from one side of his body. However, Leng Buyu raised the corners of his mouth and smiled evilly, as if his evil plan had succeeded.
He moved his left foot and kicked a dagger on the ground beneath the two of them. The dagger flew up and was held in his left hand.
Just as the black-clothed ghost face's elbow was about to hit his shoulder, Leng Buyu lowered his body and made a maneuver, using the dagger in his left hand to slash. Although this move was insidious, it had a miraculous effect. The black-clothed ghost face had no time to withdraw the move, and his forearm
Being scratched by the dagger, the black clothes were cracked, and the skin and flesh were even more gashted.
Strangely, Leng Buyu used all his strength in this blow, but not even a drop of blood fell from the black-clothed ghost's face.
Hesitation is the most taboo thing in fighting and fighting. Leng Buyu hesitated, and the black-clothed ghost face would not let go of this gap. He saw the black-clothed ghost face reaching out with his hands, making iron hooks, and clasped Leng Buyu's shoulders. Both shoulders were clasped.
In an instant, Leng Buyu felt a sharp pain in his collarbone, as if he was about to be broken into pieces.
The black-clothed ghost made a strong effort and rushed forward. Leng Buyu was hit against the wall again. This time, there was a thunderous sound and dust and smoke flying everywhere.
Bearing the name of the contemporary swordsman, Leng Buyu felt as if all the bones in his body were shattered this time, making it difficult for him to move again.
This was supposed to be the best opportunity for the black-clothed ghost face to attack and kill him, but he stopped and stood half a foot away from Leng Buyu, motionless. A small part of Leng Buyu's body was stuck in the wall, and he tried his best to move.
He moved, but was unable to pull his body out of the wall. He could only stare fiercely at the face of the black-clothed ghost like a woman.
The ghost-faced man in black couldn't help but sneer, and then taunted again, saying: "Can the contemporary sword master be so capable? It seems that the ancient swordsmanship can only be achieved today."
Leng Buyu became even more angry. If he was humiliating himself, it would be fine. He had to admit that the other party was a master, a master who could easily take his own life. But even so, the other party could not humiliate the swordsman like this.
Leng Buyu didn't know where the strength came from, and with a roar, he pulled himself out of the wall. At the moment when his body was free, Yingzhu, the white sword in his hand, did not waste this opportunity, and struck through the clouds with a sword. The eyes of the black-clothed ghost face
There was surprise, followed by approval.
Despite this, his movement was really agile, and Leng Buyu's sword strike at such a good opportunity was ultimately missed. The black-clothed ghost face grabbed Leng Buyu's right wrist with his left hand. At this time, Leng Buyu,
The fingers of the right hand are nimble and can turn the hand
The white sword and firefly candle are held in the backhand.
The black-clothed ghost face withdrew his hand. If he forcibly deducted it, even if Leng Buyu's wrist was broken, his forearm would definitely be pierced by the Firefly Candle Sword. That would injure the enemy eight hundred and damage himself a thousand, which is not worthwhile.
of trading.
Leng Buyu held the sword in his backhand and slashed continuously, no matter left or right, up or down, and even rotated his body to increase his strength. However, every sword was still dodged by the ghost in black at the right place.
Leng Buyu knew that his injuries were completely at a disadvantage. If he didn't use his full strength, he would be more likely to die if he didn't win the opponent. With his heart crossed, the white sword Yingzhu in his hand once again shot out a sharp arrow as before. This sword still broke the wind.
The dragon's roar was fierce. The black-clothed ghost face narrowly escaped, and even a small gash was opened on the mask by the white sword Yingzhu.
When the black-clothed ghost straightened up, he heard a hooting sound, and a silver-colored snake swam towards him. The black-clothed ghost's figure moved to avoid it. But then, the honking sound continued, and the silver light flashed and struck towards him.
He waited until the black-clothed ghost face had opened a small distance from Leng Buyu, and then he saw clearly that Leng Buyu's hand was holding a sword again.
This sword is more than three feet long, nearly three feet and seven inches long. The hilt is integrated with the blade, and there is no sword tang. With the slight movement of Leng Buyu's wrist, the sword's blade is shaking like sparkling ripples. The ghost in black has a face.
I laughed, there was only excitement in the laughter, no contempt or ridicule.
The iron belt he was so fond of finally revealed its true colors. It was actually a soft sword.
"There is such an interesting thing in the Seven Star Sword? Boy, what is the name of this soft sword?"
Leng Buyu shook out a few rippled sword flowers again, and said in a cold voice: "Seven-star sword, look at the mountains and rivers!"
"Looking at the mountains and rivers?"
Hearing the name, the black-clothed ghost couldn't help but be startled. In front of his eyes, he seemed to see a battlefield full of bloody corpses. The ground was dyed red, with broken knives and broken halberds, and a flag with holes. He could only hear the sound of wind and the crows.
Weeping without hearing anyone's words.
I also saw that in every city in the world, the people were in good health. There were peddlers and soldiers, dignitaries and dignitaries, the streets were lively, and everyone was smiling.
The sword is used to look at the mountains and rivers. Where are the mountains and rivers now? Where are the old friends now?
The black-clothed ghost face was distracted and hesitated. Seeing this opportunity, Leng Buyu would not miss it. He moved his wrist slightly, but there was no buzzing sound, only the roar of an angry dragon. The software stabbed the black-clothed ghost face, and the black-clothed ghost face responded.
It was already too late, and despite his shaking, the sword blade finally pierced his left shoulder.
But then Leng Buyu was in a daze again, and he pulled out the soft sword, but no blood was found. The ghost in black laughed, and the figure moved again, with his right arm straight, making a thrust with a spear. Leng Buyu turned to one side of his body, and waved the soft sword in his hand again,
The blade of the sword is like a long whip,
It wrapped around the forearm of the ghost face in black. Then Leng Buyu drew the sword hard and the blade was pulled out. However, not to mention that the entire forearm of the ghost face in black was cut off, but under the broken black clothes, his little
Arm, no scars visible.
Who is this person? His martial arts skills are unfathomable. Could it be that this terrifying body is made of copper skin and iron bones, and is it difficult to be damaged by a weapon?
Just as Leng Buyu's sword-drawing action was at a stalemate, the black-clothed ghost face raised his leg and kicked Leng Buyu's face. Leng Buyu's wrist shook again, and the soft sword was like a snake and wrapped around the black-clothed ghost face's ankle.
, and then Leng Buyu used all his strength to wave the soft sword in his hand. Although he did not see the bloody scene where the entire left foot of the black-clothed ghost face was removed, he still gained something. The black-clothed ghost face fell out without words.
This time, it was no longer Leng Buyu who flew out, nor was he Leng Buyu who hit the big tree on the roadside.
But the black-clothed ghost face only flew a little more than a foot away. He adjusted his position in mid-air, as agile as a civet cat, and landed steadily. He looked at Leng Buyu, the ferocity in his eyes faded away, and he was full of smiles. Leng Buyu
About to draw his sword, the black-clothed ghost stretched out his hand in a gesture of stopping.
The ghost in black spoke. His voice was no longer as harsh and unpleasant as before. His voice was as rough and strong as that of an ordinary man. Listen to him say: "Boy, you won. You did hurt me. You can see for yourself."
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Leng Buyu was curious. He never imagined that he had finally hurt the opponent after all the hard work. It was ridiculous to say that the contemporary swordsman only hurt his opponent. He was secretly happy in his heart. If word spread, he would really lose face.
Leng Buyu looked over, and the black-clothed ghost stretched out his other hand. There was a small blood mark on the lifeline of his palm, and dark red blood slowly flowed out.
Leng Buyu took a breath of cold air and his pupils dilated. He never imagined that he had only slightly hurt the opponent by exerting all his strength. But the next words of the black-clothed ghost face made Leng Buyu almost use his sword.
Break it off and go into hiding.
I heard his black-clothed ghost face helplessly say, "I just moved too much and accidentally cut my palm with my nails. It feels really good to have not bled for so many years."
Leng Buyu's breathing paused and his mind went blank. This injury was actually caused by the other party accidentally hurting himself. Leng Buyu couldn't help but feel extremely sad in his heart, and he tightly held the soft sword in his right hand.
There was silence for a while, Leng Buyu's eyes were cold and ferocious, and his voice was also cold and murderous, and he asked: "Who is your Excellency?"
The ghost-faced man in black laughed, and then replied: "Child, don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person. If you really want to call me, just call me grandpa!"