Blue scorpion has seen Li Zhichang’s sword just now, and she will only be afraid because she has seen it in her heart. She has been refusing to make moves because she is really not sure to stop the other side from being unpredictable.
Li Zhichang tapped on the desktop and made a cadence sound. "I don’t want to make moves. I want to send you away early today. You are more than one guest." His five fingers slightly bend the palm of his hand, and his body moves faster than before. In an instant, he has come to the front of two people. A powerful suction is in his palm. A good trick, the claw of nine Yin, even if it is created, Huang Tang will be resurrected.
Hu Bugui and Blue Scorpion feel that this claw can retreat from its own strength and actually has a tendency to leave the body. "Can you be a jade expert?" It is said that there is a mysterious sect in Wulin called the Flower Palace, a mysterious martial art called Jade Kung Fu, which will produce a strong suction to suck away the opponent’s skill when practiced to a high depth. Li Zhichang’s move has such magical skills, but some characteristics surprise well-informed Hu Bugui.
If the other party has really cultivated the Jade Gong Hu, he is afraid to turn his head and leave, but it is obvious that Li Zhichang’s move has some characteristics of jade Gong, which is far from so terrible as he said. Hu does not return without drawing his sword, and the blue scorpion has already made a shadow fly out of her body suddenly. Li Zhichang, this really sees that the other party’s weapon is as sharp as the scorpion’s tail, and the barb is very penetrating in his eyes. This scorpion’s tail bites at his throat and attaches the blue scorpion’s force to it. Even if Li Zhichang’s external skill is very severe, I am afraid he will have to suffer from it. What did the head Li Zhichang do at this time? His palm reversed to his own grasp, so that this pair of flesh and blood made hands to catch each other’s weapons. He heard a crackling sound, and the other scorpion-tailed weapon was crushed by Li Zhichang. Was his hand harder than the other weapon? Of course not.
Because the hand that grabbed him just now was full of vigorous circulation, it was actually alive that the scorpion tail weapon of the other party was ground to pieces. I don’t know what material the other party made, but it actually had a miraculous effect of breaking vigorous qi. At the same time, his palm was stung gently. This incredibly strange pain is better than Li Zhichang’s sudden thought of Journey to the West. At this time, it was said that the Buddha was stung by scorpion essence, and the golden body felt severe pain. At this time, his body had not reached the highest level of the golden bell.
No, Li Zhichang can’t get rid of the pain. A bamboo sword has stabbed him. The other swordsmanship is so wonderful. Li Zhichang has seen many high swordsmanship, such as the sword of Peach Blossom Island Lord, the sword of Motome from the ancient tomb school, or his own optimized 36 swords of Ailaoshan, all of which are top-notch swordsmanship. Among them, there are countless coup, but none of them are powerful. This is the flaw of this unknown swordsmanship.
Ordinary people will have some fatal flaws in practicing swordsmanship more or less. Many swordsmanship will cover up the flaws. The highest ones, such as the fallen Excalibur, the false in the real, and the false in the false, are unpredictable. That can be regarded as riding swordsmanship, but Hu Bugui’s move by others will of course have flaws, but he just let his physical strengths cover up the shortcomings of swordsmanship. People’s swords echo each other. His sword is never in the world. The sword is no longer a sword in his hand, and it seems that he has become a soul-connected partner.
The swordsmanship works well without any hindrance. This move actually forced Li Zhichang to retreat three steps. Li Zhichang was not very happy. No one could force him to defend his sword. It is a lifelong regret now that Li Zhichang seems to be lonely and defeated. Today, he was lucky to see such a sword, and his heart was full of joy. "It’s a good sword. It’s really worthwhile to see such a sword today."
Hu Bugui was surprised that he made this move to make enemies, but Li Zhichang even took three steps back, although he fell into the wind slightly, but he still had a counterattack when he did not reach the absolute wind.
After three strokes, Li Zhichang left to avoid right to retreat, and suddenly came and went to Hu Bugui. The bamboo sword still didn’t make any achievements. Although he didn’t strike back, Li Zhichang’s manners never had the slightest difficulty. I couldn’t help secretly admiring him.
Don’t you know that Li Zhi’s common opponent’s swordsmanship is getting more and more exquisite? The seven-point skill has reached the point. Maybe it will take ten successes to bring the opponent in the end, but when he sees this strange swordsmanship, his heart is not in a hurry. Like wine, he needs to appreciate it carefully to understand its beauty.
Chapter 40 Three Fingers
The blue scorpion is white. Li Zhichang’s severe point is by no means that she can deal with it alone. At the same time, Hu Bugui’s subtle unique swordsmanship deeply shocked her. Although she is a woman with her own heroism in her body and mind, she has a sense of frustration in her heart at the moment. Whether it is Li Zhichang or Hu Bugui, it makes her realize that there are people behind her.
Blue Scorpion sighed, "There is room for me to compete for supremacy in Jianghu today", regardless of the results of the competition.
After ten strokes, Hu Bugui’s swordsmanship suddenly changed. It can be said that Hu Bugui’s swordsmanship was like flying fairy. At this time, the moves can be said to be vulgar. At this moment, Li Zhichang needs a blow to kill him, but Li Zhichang didn’t do it. Although he was puzzled by the other party, he still stepped aside and said, "Brother Hu, what do you mean?" He is Pei Hu Bugui, and his sword is exquisite, regardless of whether the other party is an enemy or not.
Hu Bugui also took back the bamboo sword, hit the waist and drank a mouthful of wine gourd, and said, "My sword is like a poem inspired by natural coup. Just now, I have done my best. This old chap can’t cooperate with me. You just have to stretch your finger to kill me now." He didn’t tell his own defects directly.
Li Zhichang smiled slightly. "It seems that Hu Xiong is a coup. I killed Hu Xiong. I am afraid that such a wonderful sword will not be seen again in the future. It would be a pity for Hu Xiong to go."
Hu Bugui said, "You know that people like us are not afraid of death and are afraid to owe others. In those days, Long Xiaoyun’s master was very kind to me. Now Long Xiaoyun has found me this feeling. I must return it. I really didn’t take care of you." He held out his left hand and pressed his right shoulder against it, and his bones were crunchy.
Li Zhichang shuddered and sighed, "Brother Hu really surprised me."
Although he crushed his shoulder blade, he still kept his face unchanged. Haha laughed. "This is an account of this cause and effect. Why didn’t Li Xiong, a Taoist master, know that my heart was carefree?"
"Half vulgar, half elegant, half crazy, like crazy, like often" Hu Xiong is a man in my generation, but he is a brother. "A word just finished. I grabbed an airflow and got excited. Hu Bugui’s wine bottle gourd actually flew and jumped into Li Zhichang’s hand. Li Zhichang drank a mouthful of" good wine "
Hu Bugui said, "To capture dragons and control cranes, it turns out that some people in the world have really achieved such extraordinary feats."
Li Zhichang doesn’t seem to care much, saying, "This kind of kung fu can be used to deal with the dead, but it can’t be used to deal with people." On what martial arts or weapons should be able to deal with people, it is a good martial arts weapon. Unfortunately, there are only a few people who can understand this truth in Qian Qian, a martial arts scholar.
In the sunset of Zhongtiao Mountain, there is a pavilion with a snowy cornice. Lv Fengxian is whiter in white than snow. This mountain pavilion is Tongtong, which is just the night. He likes to wear white clothes and kill people at night. Ten years ago, he was a silver halberd, but now he is no longer a silver halberd. He has not fought with anyone for ten years, but he is confident that no one is his opponent. This time, he is going to deal with those slowly.
But there was a sigh in front of the pavilion, and the sigh was endless. There was a man sitting in the pavilion, dressed in black, with a black iron sword hanging from his waist
Lu Fengxian in white said, "It’s you, Guo Songyang!"
Guo Songyang in black said, "It’s my day. It’s my duel with Li Zhichang. I’ll come here and kill you if I don’t ruin this duel."
Lv Fengxian Zheng said, "Guo Songyang, you are still as arrogant as before. Do you still think that I was the fifth silver halberd ten years ago?" Lv Fengxian slowly raised his right hand.
Guo Songyang stared at this hand. The skin color of the thumb, forefinger and middle finger was different from other places. Although the skin of these three fingers was very thin and white, they had a strange luster. They were not made of flesh and bones, but were cast by some strange metal. But these three fingers grew in his hand. How could a flesh-and-blood hand suddenly grow three metal cast fingers!
Lv Fengxian proudly looked at these three fingers and suddenly sighed, "It’s a pity that Bai Xiaosheng died."
Guo Songyang said, "What if Bai Xiaosheng dies?"
Lv Fengxian said, "I wonder if he is still alive. Is this finger a weapon?"
Guo Songyang said, "Being able to kill people is naturally a weapon."
Lv Fengxian said, "I want to know if this finger can rank first in the weapon spectrum?"
Guo Songyang, hey hey, "Ten years ago, your silver halberd ranked fifth, but now you can rank seventh at most with these broken fingers."
Lv Fengxian was silent as if he didn’t do anything, but his thumb, forefinger and middle finger suddenly sank into a piece of green rock next to him. I don’t know how many years have passed since the baptism of this mountain, and it has become harder than a finger. Even a sharp cone may not be able to leave such a hole in the surface.
His finger didn’t make a sound, even the snow in the area of Qingyan didn’t shake. His finger was as easy as cutting tofu with a sharp knife.
Lv Fengxian said, "Do you still think it can rank seventh?"
Guo Songyang said lightly, "You should know that weapons are for dealing with people, not stones."
Lv Fengxian held his head high and said, "In my eyes, this world is like a stone."
Guo Songyang said, "Oh, you can try it on me."
Lv Fengxian didn’t rush to make the first move, but casually stood there. Every place seemed to be a door, as if the famous Songyang Iron Sword could stab his body at will.
There are doors all over the body, but there is no door. Lv Fengxian is waiting for Guo Songyang to make the first move, waiting for Guo Songyang to show his flaws first. In the past ten years, he has not only developed such a powerful weapon, but also learned to wait for him to become a spirit. The word "spirit" is also a very high realm in martial arts.
Guo Songyang thought that Lv Fengxian really had pride. If he met him ten years ago, he really didn’t have much chance of winning, but now Lv Fengxian can’t threaten him.
Guo Songyang or Guo Songyang Songyang Iron Sword or Songyang Iron Sword, he is already full of firm but gentle, invincible and slaying everything.
Chapter 41 The smell of death
Guo Songyang’s momentum is still climbing. Lv Fengxian is still in the same place. He is really a heavy and irritating person. A heavy and irritating person often lives longer than others, but this time he is facing Guo Songyang. He may have this trick against others in the world, but it may not be effective for Guo Songyang.
Guo Songyang took a step with his left foot and another step with his right foot. The accuracy of each step seems to be too much.
He left footprints of average size and average depth at every step.
Lv Fengxian still has no motivation, and now he finds it hard to move.
Moving is not moving, and moving is moving.
It was not until this moment that Lv Fengxian deeply understood what Guo Songyang could rank fourth in the weapon spectrum.
The north wind stopped on the mountain, and suddenly the fog was not thick, but after the sunset, the line of sight was even more blurred. Guo Songyang came step by step, and Lv Fengxian knew that when Guo Songyang stopped, his strength accumulated to the peak moment, that is, when the other side drew his sword.
The rustling snow around seems unbearable. Guo Songyang’s amazing firm but gentle is raging in this firm but gentle. Lv Fengxian’s confidence is not so good. Looking at Guo Songyang’s approach, Lu Fengxian suddenly feels a kind of pressure.
He suddenly felt that it was not a person who came over, but the god Lu Feng came first. He was a very patient person, but now he was afraid to wait. He was afraid to wait any longer, and he didn’t even have the confidence to make a move. He had previously entered a state of mind and was covered with doors and there was no door, but now he is going to move, and he is reluctant to move.
