As early as a hundred years ago, the martial arts skills of Leng Shuang City were studied and understood by Xiao Wuren. At first, Ya Jiu was still thinking about how to defeat them because of insufficient accumulation.
Whether to create targeted martial arts for this purpose.
later……
A book of martial arts theory covers all the moves and styles in the world. Under the premise that the two people's foundations are not much different, if Leng Shuang City fails to make a major breakthrough, he will die.
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The eleventh peak of Aofeng.
Just when the sword array was activated, Leng Shuangcheng walked out of the room immediately, and then set his sights on the Thirteenth Peak of Ao Peak, but there was no movement there.
In other words, the influence only exists on the 11th Summit.
The opponent's target is him!
The moment Leng Shuangcheng figured it out, an instinctive warning and undisguised murderous intention came from the wind and snow.
who is it? ! Xiao Zhenyue?
No, it definitely can’t be Xiao Zhenyue! Because no one understands this "old friend" better than him, and the other party will never do such a thing.
That……
Before Leng Shuangcheng could continue to guess who actually wanted to kill him, he heard a voice with the spirit of a young man -
"No need to guess."
Immediately, a black figure broke through the wind and snow, and the young man's figure began to lengthen with the steps he took. The rising murderous intention was all restrained. The sound of swords spread through the room, and then the faint sound of poetry was heard:
"Thousands of years after Ou Yezi's death, the elves secretly taught Zhang Yajiu; Yajiu forged the sword in Wu Mountain, and the gods of heaven and sun took advantage of it."
The face of the young man in black clothes is somewhat similar to Jiang Nan Chunxin, but the expression on his face is as transparent as the cold one. There is a light-colored mysterious sword mark between his eyebrows. His identity is self-evident. The simplicity of speech.
"It's you." Leng Shuangcheng, who recognized the identity of the person, was very surprised: "How could it be you! How could it be you!"
The existence of Yajiu itself was a thorn in Leng Shuangcheng's heart, but he never expected that the person who wanted to kill him was the other party, the innocent child in the past who often came to him for advice on martial arts.
This is something that shouldn't happen, why? !
"Why can't it be me? It's really ironic that the sword that was supposed to be given to Azu fell into the hands of someone like you. God has mercy on you. Are you the only one who is worthy of using Azu's sword?"
The ruthless words combined with the calm voice peeled off the disguise of the past layer by layer, making the eleventh peak of Aofeng even more cold.
Leng Shuangcheng forced himself to calm down: "Xiaojiu, is there any misunderstanding in this?"
"Coveting my mother and taking action, is this the misunderstanding you said? To this day, why do you have to pretend in Lengshuang City?" Yajiu didn't give the other party any face.
Everything is just like what Senior Brother Zongheng deduced. No matter how dissatisfied Leng Shuang City is, he will not take action in the first place.
Unless he makes a decision to completely break up with Leng Yan.
Obviously, maybe if he is given a few hundred more years, he will indeed be able to do it due to various factors, but the current Frost City cannot do it yet.
His disguise was torn, he forced himself to calm down and said: "She didn't tell you to kill me. Don't you forget the kindness of the Leng family?"
"It's ridiculous. The Leng family's kindness is not limited to you alone. Since the descendants are not virtuous and filial, then as a descendant, it is natural for me to clean up the family on Azu's behalf."
Seeing the qi rising around Leng Shuang City, Ya Jiu was not worried. Instead, he was still at ease and said another heart-breaking words to him:
"After all, if you really want to trace things back, you should call me grandfather."
The Leng family is not a small clan. The generation passed down to Lengshuang City has become farther and farther away from their ancestors. Although Leng Yan does not have the blood of the Leng family, he still bears the surname. What Yajiu said at this time is not wrong. But the person standing opposite found it very harsh, and it was an unabashed mockery.
"You forced me."
Along with a breath of turbid breath, murderous intent emerged from Leng Shuangcheng. Since the matter was exposed, he was not allowed to stay today.
As soon as I thought about it, I suddenly saw the mercy of heaven and man coming out of its sheath.
At the same time, the long sword appeared and landed steadily in front of young Yao Jiu.
The shape is slender, the hilt is white and flawless, the blade is long and narrow and sharp, the spine of the sword is carved with intricate patterns, and the joint between the jaw and hilt is slightly curved inward, exuding an inexplicable aura.
"I read through the classics and made this sword by imitating the shape of the sword of King Wu Fuchai in history. I first weaved the sword embryo with sword weaving techniques, and then completed the shape with a spirit scroll. I chose a character from my mother's name as the name of the sword."
Leng Shuangcheng took the sword in his hand, and Ya Jiu also stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of the sword, and pulled the sword out of the snow:
"Being able to die at the edge of Tian Zhiyan's sword will not be in vain for your countless years of waiting in Aofeng."
The sword array has sealed off the entire Eleventh Peak of Ao Peak. Leng Shuang City has no other choice. He can only act first to save his life. As for what happens next, he will talk about it later.
even……
After today, he can still use Crow Nine's corpse to make arrangements.
Zheng!
With his heart beating, his sword moving, and making a decision, Leng Shuangcheng used all his skills to use the mercy of heaven and man to use the sword style of the earth.
Even though the vitality of heaven and earth was suppressed and he needed to be distracted to regain his calm state of mind as soon as possible, Leng Shuangcheng still believed that he could defeat Crow Nine within three moves.
"With one move, I can settle the grievances between you and me."
The sword edge came towards him, and the cold sword intent brought up the wind and snow in the sky, but Yajiu didn't feel any panic.
Ha, the so-called Earth Sword Style is nothing more than that.
As soon as he thought about it, he turned his wrist and shot out the stream from the sky.
Zheng!
Leng Shuangcheng just turned slightly sideways and avoided this childish move without even needing to stop him. He let the sword penetrate the mountain wall behind him, but his instinctive warning became even stronger at this moment.
Yajiu raised his arms and did a Tai Chi, then crossed his forearms in front of him, palms facing outward, and fingers clasped back.
Just at the moment when the sword edge was about to come.
Ding!
A soft sound.
The difference is only three inches, but it is as far away as the end of the world.
"you!"
The stinging pain on his neck, wrists, and everywhere in his body made Leng Shuangcheng calm down immediately. Invisible threads bound him to the Mercy of Heaven and Man.
The source of the silk thread is the sword just now, and its end point is the ten fingers of Crow Nine.
"The Sword of Earth style is just a martial art with a golden face. It is more than a hundred times worse than the Sword of Heaven style. There is no need to waste your efforts. The materials used to make Tian Zhiyan are beyond your imagination."
The silk threads reflected five colors of light, and as Crow Nine's true energy was destroyed, the blood that poured out dyed the snow red.
Without special training, even those who are in the Taishi Realm, or even the innate people in the Taichu Realm, are still fragile. What's more, if a peerless magic weapon directly hits the vital points of the whole body, it can be said that it is difficult for gods to save!
Immediately!
"I hate it!!!"
All limbs were severed, and the leader of the Six Yangs rose into the sky, judging life and death.
A stream of yellow light followed closely, and was directly sealed on the head of Cold Frost City. It was actually a spell, and the power radiated from it forced the soul that was supposed to go to the Bardo Realm to stay in the world.
Being fully prepared is more than just words.
