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Chapter 158 Relying on Narcissism to Win

The old man with the black sword stepped in the air, and the wide black overbearing sword slashed down with the force of thunder.

Shen Ming moved repeatedly, but the black sword seemed to have an eye and locked onto Shen Ming. The sword was mainly about skills, while the sword was famous for its violence, and Shen Ming had to avoid its edge.

Although he was pushed back steadily, Shen Ming was always looking for opportunities.

Occasionally, the sudden use of the nine sword-calling moves caused a lot of trouble for the old man of Heidao.

Shen Mingti's Yunzong was almost at its best, and his speed was very fast. Even the old man with the black sword, with his peak strength in the Wind Wind Realm, could not be even half a minute faster than Shen Ming.

The two men fought on almost every rooftop in Morrowind City.

Finally back to square one.

Shen Ming gritted his teeth and flew forward again.

If he doesn't make a breakthrough, it will be very difficult to defeat the old man of the black knife. Although the old man of the black knife can't help him, once he makes a mistake, it is the moment of life and death.

If the old man with the black knife made a mistake, Shen Ming might not be able to do anything to him.

In terms of combat experience, Shen Ming is far inferior to the old man with black sword.

The old man with the black sword swung the black sword in his hand into a full moon, and then slashed it down with the sword, and the sword energy shot out in all directions.

Even if Shen Ming stopped the phoenix long sword in front of his chest in time.

But it is still difficult to completely block the saber energy from entering the body.

The violent saber energy smashed Shen Ming into the tea house, crushing the house.

"The horse made by Lu Feikuai, the bow is like a thunderbolt!" Shen Ming hurriedly wrote a few sentences, but the old man with the black knife had already chased him.

Shen Ming had no choice but to drop the pen in his hand.

Get up and fight again.

Shen Ming frowned, he was invincible in the wind field.

This title is somewhat pretentious. Up to now, the enemies he has encountered, whether it is martial arts or martial arts, are not comparable to him, and because of this, Shen Ming has never had an opponent who is evenly matched in the true sense.

Now, the appearance of the black knife old man happened to be his sharpening stone.

Through this battle, Shen Ming realized that his basic skills were still too poor.

Even if he uses all means, it will be difficult to pose too much threat to the old man with black knife.

Shen Ming gritted his teeth.

Stand up again.

Today, no matter what, we must win this battle.

He only hopes that he can achieve a breakthrough in the Nine Styles of Summoning Sword, and that he can gain some insights.

Just like when the deep sea realized the sword.

This kind of sufficient fighting can make him make the greatest progress.

Shen Ming's attack like a desperate Saburo did put some pressure on the old man with the black knife.

But it's just stress.

At such a time, the old man with the black knife did not hold back the slightest bit, the sword energy flew out, and Shen Ming also flew the sword energy to fight with him.

Teahouses and taverns were blown apart to pieces.

Debris flew everywhere.

The battle between the two attracted many powerful people to watch.

These people are flying in the sky, and each of them is in the realm of thunder.

Presumably these people should be the opponents that Thunder Realm will challenge, Shen Ming was hit head-on once.

The old man with the black sword was knocked down from the sky.

Physical strength is gradually exhausted.

Shen Ming fled into the teahouse in a hurry.

"Finish the affairs of the king and win the reputation in life and death!" The old man with a black knife rushed into the tavern with a knife, and broke through thousands of rubbles with one knife.

Shen Ming gritted his teeth and calculated the damage.

This blow should not hurt him too much. He wants to finish writing this poem, and see if this poem can help him.

Shen Ming gritted his teeth stiffly, the old man with the black knife slashed at the unsuspecting Shen Ming.

In an instant, Shen Ming's clothes were ruined, and a shocking bloodstain appeared on his chest.

Shen Ming roared. He did not expect that the attack power of the old man with the black knife, even if it was weakened layer by layer, was still so terrifying.

"Poor white hair,"

Shen Ming's hand holding the pen was a little unsteady, and the old man with the black knife slashed down from the air.

Shen Ming finally wrote the last word.

"pregnancy!"

In an instant, inside the building.

The horn was loud, and countless cavalry rushed out from the rice paper.

The old man with the black knife was shocked. These cavalry rushed straight towards him, swinging their knives.

The sky is overcast and rainy, and the winter thunder is shaking.

The wind howled.

The cavalry rushed towards the old man with a black knife, buying Shen Ming some breathing time.

The old man with the black sword slashed down with his sword and destroyed the iron cavalry, but the iron cavalry seemed to rush out in an endless stream.

Shen Ming sat cross-legged on the ground, recuperating his injuries.

His eyes closed.

Breathe evenly.

There are nine forms of summoning the sword, the sword is born from the heart, and the strength is born from the ground.

The attack of the old man with the black knife was like a storm, possessing overwhelming power and destructive power.

This is his sword intent, so what about his own sword intent?

Shen Ming kept thinking.

He wants to break through.

It is necessary to take advantage of the time when the old man with the black knife is restrained by the cavalry.

Take your time.

But it's not that easy.

Shen Ming has only been practicing swords for how long.

Usually it’s just for fun, and the picture is a handsome one.

handsome?
Shen Ming suddenly opened his eyes. Yes, he was handsome.

The sword is born from the heart, and the root of his sword practice is to be handsome, which is the core.

Shen Ming was overjoyed, he was in the divine sense.

Saw a person.

Just like the poem he wrote before.

Kill ten people in ten steps, and stay in a thousand miles.

When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.

Such a chic, and that handsome man, although Shen Ming is not sure if he is Li Bai, but this charm.

He still has control.

"A handsome young man, as gentle as jade, with a green peak three feet around his waist, and a white horse crossing his crotch."

"I hold the sword not for the world, but for glory."

"Nine styles of calling the sword, the second sword! I have gone through wind, frost, snow and rain, and stepped on mountains and rivers and huge waves, just for the dream in my heart, to be able to hold the sword to the end of the world, and be free and easy!"

"The second sword is called, leave no trace!" Shen Ming suddenly stood up, and just then the cavalry disappeared. The old man in black clothes was ragged, and he was obviously injured by the cavalry. At this time, Shen Ming came with the sword.

A trace of anger flashed in the old man's eyes.

Although Shen Ming was half-dressed, he still imagined himself as the most handsome man in the world and was extremely confident.

Especially the way he holds a sword.

He made himself even more handsome, there was always a shadow in Shen Ming's mind, that was himself, the handsome self in his fantasy.

Although it sounds absurd, people, if you don't have self-confidence.

How can defeat the enemy.

Now Shen Ming is not only confident, but also inflated.

Narcissism became his greatest weapon.

"Old man, this sword can decide victory or defeat, as well as life and death."

"Sword Summoning Nine Styles, the second sword, don't let go!" Shen Ming was extremely fast, and in an instant, he was in front of the old man with the black knife.

however……

The old man with the black sword also resisted Shen Ming's attack and chopped it off with one strike.

Shen Ming had a feeling that at that moment, the air stopped flowing.

but.

The old man with the black knife cut empty.

because,

Shen Ming didn't know when he was behind him, and what the old man with the black sword killed was just Shen Ming's shadow.

Shen Ming's sword was on the neck of the old man with black knife, as long as he wanted to.

The old man with the black knife will fall to the ground.

The corners of Shen Ming's mouth gradually turned up, he didn't understand what happened to that sword just now.

This sword, Shen Ming felt that he was great!

(End of this chapter)