Wei Yang didn't say much. In the past, Fulong would advise his opponents like this in every battle. It seemed that this was already his routine.
To others, this is like those pretending masters who insist on advising their enemies to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha. The Buddha will forgive your mistakes. Come on, kid. But in Wei Yang's eyes, Fulong
It's just disdain and disdain for all living beings.
Because of his extremely high level of strength and the loneliness he felt without any rivals at the same level, Fulong had this proud qualification because he was invincible at the same level as Wei Yang.
This is not a lie, nor is it a magic trick to fool children. These people are called the darlings of heaven and earth, and they seem to be born with a halo. But how much hardship, how much experience, how much hard work it takes, only they themselves
Only then did I know.
"You are very unwise."
After Fulong said these words, the long sword in his hand was slowly drawn out, and at the moment when the long sword was unsheathed, Wei Yang suddenly took action, and the sword in his hand exuded a strong murderous aura. Such a powerful and ferocious aura made Fulong
Long's eyes lit up and his brows furrowed slightly.
Experts will know if there is anything wrong as soon as they make a move. The moment the two of them made a move, Fulong already knew that Wei Yang was not unwise, but regarded him as a sharpener. Because this is how he got to where he is today, and he never thought of seeing it.
The seemingly weak opponent turned out to be as talented as him. Of course, it could only be based on talent.
But sometimes the whetstone will not make the sword faster, but will blunt the edge. All we can see is the quality of the sword? Can it withstand an uneven whetstone?
Wei Yang took action first, not to gain the upper hand, but because he paid attention to every battle that Fulong fought. At the beginning of every battle, Fulong would slowly pull out the three-foot green blade in his hand.
It's not to show off, but to build momentum.
The moment he drew his sword, his momentum reached its peak. The sword at this time was his strongest move, the move to kill the enemy. His swordsmanship was not for competition, but for killing the enemy.
Just as a warrior who is good at killing enemies said, he will not choose to attack easily, nor will he perform for others, because his moves are all instinctive, and they are all accumulated through life and death experience, and they have become consistent with his skills.
The bloodline merged with his thoughts, just like the blood in his body, it had become a part of his body.
How can the art of killing the enemy be easily revealed to others? Once it is revealed to others, either the enemy or I will die. This is the art of killing the enemy, a secret skill that will never be exposed to the eyes of others.
After Wei Yang's careful observation, he boldly came to the conclusion that Fulong was building up his momentum. The moment he drew his sword was when his momentum was at its weakest. His technique of killing enemies also had weaknesses. These weaknesses came from
people's habits.
Fulong has obviously developed such a habit over a long period of time. Therefore, even if he knows such a weakness, he cannot change it. A person's habit formation is not something that can be changed at will the day after tomorrow. Want to change such a thing?
Habits require a long period of forced change.
But Fulong didn't seem to know about this weakness. Maybe even if he knew it clearly in his heart, he didn't take this flaw seriously.
'boom'
The collision of realms caused Fulong's momentum to slow down, and then he retreated backwards. Even though Fulong had drawn out the sword from the scabbard, his killing move could no longer be used because his momentum had been broken and was defeated by Wei Yang.
A life-and-death break.
"You are very good."
To hear these three words from Fulong's mouth, everyone almost thought it was a dream? Even people who are familiar with Fulong have never heard that Fulong could actually utter words of praise, and this was the first person to be praised
He is a person whose level of strength and talent are simply not equal to his. He comes from Wei Yang from Xuanzi Camp.
The sword has been unsheathed, and as Fulong has gradually formed an effective defense, he has slowly begun to gather momentum. The two men have different cultivation levels. Although Wei Yang took the advantage and temporarily suppressed the other party, it could not last long.
The long sword is like rain, with little bits of cold light, like stars. That cold light fills Wei Yang's artistic conception of the sun, and it seems to compete with the sun and the moon for its brightness.
And those little star lights, just like a single spark that can start a prairie fire, continuously converged into a ferocious dragon, swallowing up the surrounding light, causing Fulong's artistic conception to gradually expand, and violently collided with the artistic conception displayed by Wei Yang.
.
"You have understood the true meaning of swordsmanship. If it were not for your level of strength, you could become my opponent. Unfortunately, alas, your level is still one step behind. You cannot offset my sword intention at all, and you can only become my opponent."
It’s just nourishment.”
This was perhaps the day when Fulong spoke the most in front of outsiders. He had never shown anything before, letting everyone understand that Wei Yang was absolutely powerful. Unfortunately, the two were in different realms. Just as Fulong said, the opponent was different.
It's not the talent, it's the strength that is lacking. If Wei Yang can be given a hundred years or even decades, it will not be difficult for Wei Yang to become Fulong's real opponent.
"It's a pity that I will never make the same mistakes as before. Since you have chosen to let me be your whetstone, then you should have the consciousness to die and go to death."
As soon as the voice changed, Fulong suddenly waved his hand, and saw the long sword in his hand coming out, transforming into thousands of long swords, like a torrential rain, heading straight towards Wei Yang and covering them. Wherever those long swords passed,
Wei Yang's realm collapsed one after another, and he was completely unable to resist, which made Wei Yang very frightened.
Is it really impossible to fight against him? At this time, Wei Yang still refused to give up. Of course, he wanted to give up, but Fulong would not agree. After performing this killing move, Fulong's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he obviously wanted to kill him.
Killing him will definitely not give Wei Yang any chance to challenge him again.
Danger must be nipped in the bud. Fulong has suffered such a loss before. As the saying goes, one learns from one's mistakes. How could Fulong make the same mistake again?
"moon."
Just when thousands of long swords broke through Wei Yang's artistic conception and went straight to attack Wei Yang, Wei Yang waved his long sword, and a silver light slowly appeared behind him, and a silver moon slowly appeared above him.
Just as Fulong frowned, Wei Yang had disappeared on the spot. To be precise, he disappeared in this space.
"How is this possible?"
Not only was Fulong surprised, but all the mages from the Supreme Court also spoke one after another and looked at the fighting platform in horror.
Wei Yang definitely did not leave the Doujiang Platform, because the Doujiang Platform was arranged with a formation. Except for the deacon who controlled the Doujiang Platform, he could enter and exit the formation at will. It was impossible for Fulong and Wei Yang to enter and exit at will. In other words, Wei Yang
He is still on the fighting general stage, or around him, and has never left the fighting general stage.
"What a mysterious artistic conception? Silver Moon? Haha, are you from the Demon Hall realm? How can you understand the power of the moon's Yin attribute? You are really a weirdo."