Mythological Native Species

Feng Linye, who was hiding in the crowd and standing in the crowd, nodded.

One move of swordsmanship, the accuracy is almost gone, and it even seems to be swung randomly, why can it still have the effect of deterring Yan from dying?

The reason is very simple, the shape is scattered but the meaning is not scattered.

Although Tang Ci's sword seems like a child's play, his intention is firmly locked on Yan Sugui. As long as Yan Sugui reveals a flaw, his sword will immediately wash away the lead, so that everyone can see what is another. Fast and accurate.

Yan Sugui was also keenly aware of this, so he gave up the complicated moves, even the swordsmanship that he was good at.

Instead, he smashed the knife into an axe with brute force in an unruly and unruly way.

In this way, while his whole body is full of flaws, he can react instantly, no matter what kind of counterattack he encounters, he can respond in time.

On the other hand, if the internal force is used according to the moves, if one move has not already been mastered, it is broken, and if it is temporarily changed to move back to defense, it may be backlashed by the internal force.

In the face of Yan Sugui's powerful blow, Tang Ci turned around without panic.

The long sword swept away, as if he hadn't seen Yan Sugui in that direction at all, but kept moving around the core of the battlefield! Take a seat!

The basic footwork, under the application of Tang Ci, shows a different style.

He is like a ghost in the daytime, revolving back and forth around Yan's return. Every attack from Yan Su's return would be dangerous and dangerous, but he avoided it very calmly.

The crowd watching the battle also began to gradually feel the unusualness of Tang Ci, and the original questioning and nitpicking began to turn into inquiry.

bass!

The long sword was finally unsheathed, the sword sparkling like waves.

"Hey! Why is it snowing?" Many people in the crowd exclaimed.

The next moment someone finally reacted: "It's not snow, it's knife light, his knife light is too dense, too fast, as if snow is falling from the sky."

In the shuttle of the knife light, it seems that a series of mourning wild goose chirping can be heard faintly.

This knife is the most stunning knife among the thirty-nine styles of Yan Sugui Huifeng Luoyan.

The name is Xueluo Yanhui.

However, the real fatal move of this knife was neither the complex knife light like Xueluo, nor the strange and tricky knife move that was like a wild goose.

Instead, there was a whimpering, tragic weeping sword intent.

Previously, Tang Ci influenced Yan's return with the sword meaning of self-taught without a teacher.

Today, Yan's death is considered a loan and a repayment, and he also repays Tang Ci with the meaning of the sword.

With this knife, if Tang Ci can't catch it, he may die.

Even when Yan's death came to an end, he could not withdraw his sword.

In the crowd, almost no one heard Feng Linye bowing his head and reciting poetry.

"I have a bright pearl, which has been locked by the dust for a long time. Once the dust is wiped out, it will shine through the mountains and rivers."

In Feng Lin's view, Tang Ci is the pearl locked by dust.

He was supposed to be extremely dazzling, but he fell into the mortal world and was covered in dust.

Now at the juncture of life and death, there is a big terror coming, and he will inevitably be forced to break out of the cocoon.

For this moment, Feng Linxen cultivated him for a long time and absorbed enough nutrients for him.

Even Tang Ci didn't notice it. Although he practiced all the basic martial arts, Feng Linxun, the master, had invisibly immersed him in too many martial arts principles.

When Yan Sugui's knife was about to slash across his neck, in the blink of an eye, Tang Ci's mind suddenly exploded with endless thoughts.

Then... out of the sword!

Precise, tough, strong... dazzling... dazzling... sharp, and... unparalleled!

The wind suddenly quieted down, and the human voice gradually faded away.

It's like diving into the deep sea and looking up at the sunny sky, everything is so different.

wow...!

The fish jumped out of the sea, and Tang Ci's sword pierced the wind and pierced the world.

The realm here is not space or the world, but a realm defined in people's hearts.

That powerful and dazzling sword broke people's imagination, and stabbed out from the most impossible angle.

clang!

The long knife flew out, half of the blade swept past, and cut off the flying sail behind Yan Sugui.

Yan Sugui held the broken knife in his hand, and suddenly there was no trace of blood on his face.

He lost!

Under the watchful eyes of the public, if you lose, you must admit it.

Yan Sugui had a pale face, and he suddenly felt that this seemingly kind guy in front of him was so abominable.

Now he would rather be seriously injured like the second and fourth.

Because if you are seriously injured and unconscious, you don't have to admit defeat.

"Today's battle, you and I are evenly matched, and if we fight again, we will inevitably lose both. Why don't we give up with a tie?" Tang Ci took the initiative to put away the long sword, and then asked.

Yan Sugui snorted coldly: "If you lose, you lose, there's nothing shameful!"

"That's it! What's your name?"

Tang Ci had already introduced himself before, but he was just an unknown junior at that time, how many people remember his name?

Tang Ci smiled slightly, this time his self-introduction was much simpler.

"Zizaimen, Tang Ci!"

Zizaimen was a name of a sect that Feng Linwen took on a temporary basis.

Originally it was only used to fool Tang Ci.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Tang Ci actually said this name.

Yan Sugui laughed three times: "What a good Zizaimen Tang Ci, your swordsmanship ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ has entered the realm of no tricks, there are no three swordsmen who can beat you in the world."

After saying that, he turned around and left without any hesitation.

This Yan martyrdom was obviously not a real pure-hearted person.

Although he is a martial arts idiot, he is not an idiot, and naturally he has scheming and plans.

He lost to Tang Ci, no matter how Tang Ci wanted to 'give face', the people watching the battle were not blind, and they naturally had their judgments.

It doesn't fool anyone.

Therefore, Yan Shu returned to hold the Tang poems high.

Complimenting your opponent is a good habit.

If you win, you will appear to be extraordinarily powerful, and all the compliments you have given to your opponents will be returned exponentially. And if you lose, there are enough reasons, even if you lose, you are still honored. After all, the opponents are so strong, it is not ashamed to lose.

As for the swordsmanship of Tang Ci, there are only three people in the world who can beat it, which is equivalent to pushing Tang Ci into the big vanity fair and big dye vat of Jianghu.

Only in the face of Yan's 'frame-up', Tang Ci was indifferent, but stood on the spot and said loudly: "In the current swordsmanship, there are only two people who can beat me. City Lord Yang of Tianxia City, it is rumored that the swordsmanship can pass Xuan, I I haven’t seen it before, so I dare not say it is better. The other person is my master Lin Shanren. He taught me martial arts and raised me to become a talent. I will never use a sword against him in my life.”

At this time, Tang Ci, who has experienced life and death in that moment, has surpassed the ordinary, and gradually began to show his true light.

In the crowd, Feng Linxun's eyes flashed brightly, and the joy on his face could not be concealed: "Very good! That's it, ordinary and mediocre, it's just your disguise, strong, domineering, and sharp-edged, that's your true color. If you don't have the will to fight for hegemony, how can you overwhelm an era?"

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