The son-in-law of the stunning president

"Rights and wrongs are just to talk more, troubles are all because of strong talk."

Tang Chen pretended to sigh, and walked slowly towards Piccoli. Although his steps were not big and his movements seemed to be very gentle, the space around him seemed to be compressed when he took a step, which made people's eyes dazzled. Move far away.

Piccoli guessed that just by looking at these steps, he knew that he was no longer his opponent.

Just kidding, let alone keep up with other people's footwork, he can't even understand it.

With such a disparity, what else is there to fight?

Immediately Pikrichai cupped his hands and said: "Immortal, I want to learn the exquisite swordsmanship of the immortal. If the immortal uses Taoism, I think I am invincible, and we don't have to fight. You just come to take my head."

Tang Chen was overjoyed. This Piccoli guess seemed honest and simple, but he was actually a man of scheming. He knew how to use words to squeeze him, so that he would not use magic to defeat him.

Immediately nodded: "Forget it, you are also a rare master of swordsmanship in the world. It would be a pity to defeat you with immortal methods. You and I will only fight with weapons to decide the winner."

As he spoke, he stretched out a white palm with the palm facing up, and the shining silver flying sword on his shoulder flew into his palm.

Tang Chen weighed it, and made a sword formula with his fingers together, and the flying sword disappeared immediately.

Pikri guessed in amazement, "What does the immortal mean?"

Tang Chen smiled: "My flying sword is a treasure. The ordinary iron in your hand will break if you bump it a little. I won't take advantage of you. How about it, I will use this."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and immediately a rose branch in the villa flew up by itself and landed in his hand.

Tang Chen rubbed his fingers lightly on the rose path, and all the sharp thorns had been wiped off, so he held up a flower branch with delicate flower stamens in his hand, and guessed at Piccoli.

Piccoli guessed furiously: "Immortal, are you being too big?"

This really doesn't look down on him at all, he is also the Nanyang sword king after all, he has been in Nanyang for more than a hundred years, when did he receive such contempt?
But is it really contempt?
Really not, under the influence of Tang Chen's true source, even if he just holds a note in his hand, it can be more indestructible than most alloys.

And he also has to perform more than enough.

In order to show the strength of an immortal, he must crush mortals in all directions. Even if you are a Nanyang sword king who is good at swordsmanship, even if Tang Chen himself does not have any great martial arts skills, you must show a look of ease.

Of course, Tang Chen wasn't just pretending to be X, he was sure to deal with this Nanyang sword king.

It is said that it does not use any fairy method, but in fact the invisible source of truth has spread around and is densely covered in the air.

He didn't attack Piccili, but he laid out a dense network around his body.

As long as Pikri guessed a little bit, Tang Chen could know from which angle he was going to strike the knife and how powerful it would be.

In this way, it was almost like cheating. No matter how strong Pikri guessed, it would be impossible for him to win by surprise. Tang Chen could clearly see every subtle move, breath, and even every inch of his muscle movement. clearly.

Not only can you know in advance where he is going to attack, but you can also understand his attacking skills.

To put it bluntly, Tang Chen is just learning, learning the sword skills guessed by Pikri, just hoping that the Nanyang sword king will not let him down.

"Immortal, you are too arrogant, it seems that you will inevitably suffer from this today! Swish——"

Piccoli guessed that he was also a guy who didn't like nonsense, his steps moved forward slightly, as if he didn't move, and at the same time, the silver light in his hand flashed, and the knife was already drawn.

If it were another warrior, even an eighth-rank general like him, he might not be able to understand the mystery of his knife.

His hand is called inch step.

As the saying goes, two swords look at the hand, and one sword looks away. Piccoli guessed that the most important thing for a warrior who is good at single swords is to move and use strength.

His footwork is actually the essence of his fighting.

The strength of Inch Step lies in the fact that it can give people an instant illusion. If you don't move, Thunder will make a move. Under the misjudgment of the opponent's sense of direction, even the white blade will not be able to react.

It's just that his hand is useless in front of Tang Chen. No matter how fast and subtle his steps are, Tang Chen can see them very clearly.

The body just leaned back slightly, and with a lift of the hand, the rose branch had already lightly rested on the sharp blade of Pikri's blade, and it actually deflected the blade of Pikri's blade.

"What!?" Piccoli guessed that the knife was empty, and his face turned pale with fright. He never imagined in his dreams that there is such an exquisite sword technique in this world.

Easily cracked his fatal knife, just like a game.

This knife went empty, according to normal circumstances, he had already exposed his flaws, and he would undoubtedly die.

However, Tang Chen didn't have the slightest intention of attacking Piccoli who was wide open, but just looked at him with a smile on his hands.

The expression seems to be appreciative, but also encouraging.

"What? It doesn't matter if the king of swords misses a sword, you can continue to attack."

Tang Chen would not let Pikri guess such a great master, and he benefited a lot from the knife just now. Such a free sword master is like teaching him fighting skills hand in hand.

It would be a fool not to catch it.

He thought so, but Piccoli guessed otherwise.

The Nanyang sword king was already in a cold sweat. Looking at Tang Chen with extreme horror, he soon showed an excited smile.

"The immortal is willing to teach me the sword technique. It's an honor that I can't ask for in thousands of years. I'm being rude at such a young age, and I continue to make a fool of myself."

kindness……

Piccoli guessed and misunderstood, he thought Tang Chen was pointing him.

This is what Tang Chen wanted. He pretended to be as unpredictable as [-], and just nodded slightly.

The ensuing battle seemed very strange. Piccolo's continuous attack, with sharp blades, enveloped Tang Chen in all directions, tearing the air apart, and sending out bursts of weird explosions that broke through the speed of sound.

Facing such a ball-like knife gang, Tang Chen just held up the flower branch and slapped it left and right like a game in a very casual way. Every slight swipe and slap could deflect the dangerous short knife.

Ask Pikri to guess without success.

It was a person with eyes, and it can be seen now that the majestic Nanyang sword king is like a child being teased in front of other immortals.

This is so frustrating.

However, Pikri guessed that the more he fought, the more excited he was, and he benefited a lot from the fight with Tang Chen, at least he saw the realm and world of a stronger player.

It turns out that the truly powerful martial art is like this...