Lin Manliu couldn't believe Qing Lan's words. The middle-aged farmer in front of him looked like he was no more than thirty years old, so how could he be over fifty.
"My friend Manliu, don't be distracted by other things when attacking the enemy." Suddenly Qinglan's voice came from the distance, and he saw that the farmer had already rushed towards the boy in a short shirt with his gun in hand.
After hearing the sound, Lin Manliu also reacted immediately. The Spring Window Butterfly held tightly in his right hand was finally unsheathed. The green sword shadow flashed in front of the young man in short shirt, and he was about to slash at Lin Manliu's six-sided door with the tip of his double-consciousness spear. At that moment, he was blocked by the Spring Chuangdie Hengjian in front, but the huge pressure from his double consciousness also poured down. In an instant, Lin Manliu squatted down and was almost pressed directly to the ground.
Lin Manliu gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, holding up the tip of the Double Consciousness Spear a little, so that his whole body could not be crushed by the gun body. Qing Lan let out a sigh and continued to prepare to increase the strength, but unexpectedly the boy Suddenly he released all his strength and slid to the side, causing his two senses to fall into the air.
After the boy in the short shirt slipped out, he rolled forward twice to avoid being provoked by his dual consciousness. In an instant, he regained the distance from Qinglan.
After Lin Manliu stood up again, he saw that the farmer was still in the same position and did not attack him anymore. He slowly began to breathe and breathe, waiting for the other party's next move or for him to find the right time to prepare his sword.
"Little friend Manliu, you can safely draw your sword without any worries. Although Uncle Qing is old, he can still fight with the two senses in his hands," Qing Lan said.
After Qing Lan finished speaking, she saw that the young man just nodded to her to indicate that he understood, and then continued to walk in the direction of the young man in a short shirt.
The farmer's pace seemed extremely slow, but in just a few breaths he was almost within sixty steps of Lin Man. Seeing this, the young man in short shirt couldn't help but clenched the swords in his hands. He saw Qinglan's two swords in his hands just now. Lifting it up more than an inch, Lin Manliu immediately started to move.
With the farmer as the center of the field, the boy began to move to the left. It seemed that Qinglan was standing in the middle of a huge disk, and the boy in a short shirt was moving along the edge of the disk, keeping his position with Qinglan at all times.
"You can never get rid of your fatigue by just defending without attacking." Qing Lan just finished speaking, then he strode forward, his consciousness was again stretched across his chest, and he held both hands together.
It is not difficult to find that this farmer wants to do what he did at the beginning of the competition. When the time is right, the double sense gun will split into two and block the path of the boy in the short shirt again.
"Manliu understands." The young man in short shirt replied very quickly, then passed his left hand forward, and saw the Shan Ye Xing he held upside down in his hand spinning out.
The sword power flies to Guluan!
Just looking at the young man's action of handing out the sword, Qinglan immediately thought of the sword-making peak move in his mind. He held one end of the gun with each hand. With the twist of his wrist, his consciousness was divided into two again in an instant. Lin Manliu finally saw the whole picture of this strange spear. After the two sections of the gun were separated, there was a ring at the end of the two sections, and a thin black chain was connected between them.
Before his trip to the mountains, he had been entangled in the thin black chain and could not escape. This time, the sudden sword movement Fei Guluan directly caused Qinglan to separate his two consciousnesses. Naturally, the boy in short shirt did not expect this move to be able to This scene is enough to see how much danger the farmer in front of him poses.
Shan Ye Xing and Qing Lan flew in front of Qing Lan. Qing Lan first raised the barrel of his left pistol and waved it directly, lifting Shan Ye Xing to the position above his head. Before Shan Ye Xing could continue to fly forward, he swept the barrel of his right pistol from right to left. Come and directly hit Shan Yexing to the ground.
"I can't tell that my little friend Manliu is still forging swords..." Qinglan was about to say something, but suddenly felt a strong wind blowing towards her face.
Accompanied by the boy's cry: "Uncle Qing, be careful!".
I saw that the boy in short shirt was already holding the green sword light with his right hand and was heading towards him. Upon seeing this, Uncle Qing stepped on the ground and the smile on his face became thicker, "Very good!".
When the two of them were already facing each other, the Chuchuangdie in the short-shirted boy's hand began to move forward with sword after sword. Sword winds whizzed past Qinglan's side, just like the cold winter wind blowing around her. When the farmer saw this, he couldn't help but start to wonder who the young man in front of him was.
What Lin Manliu was using now was the Snow Snow Grand View Tower Qixuan used in front of him. It was just a similar move, with only its shape but not its spirit.
Faced with this move, Qinglan did not think for too long, and continued to use his gun to block the offensive of the boy in short shirt. Several swords thrust out by Xue Zhonghan were struck by Shuangshi's two-section gun five steps away. Blocking it, the young man couldn't get close to Qinglan himself.
"Although it's just a few moves, Little Friend Manliu, it makes Uncle Qing even more curious. It makes me wonder where in the world have young talents like Little Friend Manliu appeared. .." Qinglan said loudly while neutralizing the young man's sword.
When blocking Lin Manliu's eighth sword draw, Qing Lan had already begun to subconsciously use the free length of the gun to block him. When he was about to draw the sword next time, unexpectedly, the young man's move in front of him suddenly suddenly changed. He struck forward with the snow in the cold, and suddenly the green sword shadow flashed like a green snake.
The first blow was aimed directly at Qinglan's lower body. The farmer also reacted and slashed his right pistol to the ground, preparing to block the green sword light.
However, the sword light that was as agile as a green snake could be stopped with a single swing of the gun. When the gun was about to reach the spring window butterfly in the young man's hand, the sword light flashed to other places. It cannot be said that it suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared. Qinglan could carefully detect that the young man suddenly lifted the dagger in his hand and swept it to other places, and then swept it to other places on Qinglan's lower body.
Before the farmer could think about and confirm this sword move, he unconsciously blurted out: "My dear Manliu, is this the star-catching sword move from the Star Viewer again...?"
"Master said that when facing an opponent in a duel, calling out your sword style sword will only make the opponent aware of your intentions. It is stupid, quite stupid." Lin Manliu answered the question in a different way.
"Uncle Qing, I really can't figure out where Man Liu's master is from." Qinglan's two swords in his hands came out at the same time, and together they stopped the young man who was drawing his sword.
As a result, this time he asked questions, but did not receive any response from the boy who drew the sword. Seeing this, Qinglan began to increase the speed of drawing the gun. The two senses in his hands changed from the previous fatigue, and he was almost hitting the sweep several times in succession. The green sword light came out of the sword.
Then the speed of double-consciousness two-section gun sweeps became faster and faster. Just after a few breaths, the gun clenched in Qinglan's right hand was swung at the position where Chun Chuangdie was about to strike.
"Young man Manliu, you still need to work hard..." Qinglan reminded the boy, telling him that the dagger had been blocked by him, but the words stopped shortly after Qinglan spoke.
As a result, when the Chun Chuangdie sword blade collided with the dual-consciousness gun body, the dagger used by the boy in short shirt was not stopped by him as expected, or, more seriously, it was knocked out of the hand, and there was no such thing as that kind of sound. It is the sound of weapons clashing after a successful interception.
I saw the spring window butterfly held tightly in the young man's hand flicker several times, and hit the gun body of Shuangshi several times very quickly. In this way, most of the strength that was blocked by the sword blade was removed, and When Spring Window Butterfly strikes, the sword body also exhibits a strange bend, and rebounds repeatedly, as if the sword body is vibrating.
Spring mangosteen surge!
Seeing this, Qing Lan wanted to lift up the two senses in his hand, but the handle of the two senses stuck in the ground seemed to be guided by the Spring Window Butterfly, and could not escape quickly. The farmer saw that the two senses had been lifted into the air, but they were still trapped. The short sword in the short-shirted boy's hand blocked his retreat. With a turn of his wrist, the tip of the spear began to rotate rapidly, this time preventing the boy from continuing to draw the sword.
After pulling away, Qinglan immediately jumped back to prevent the young man from getting into a close fight with her. When Lin Manliu saw the farmer pulling away, he kicked the Shanye Xingjian beside him with his left foot. Shan Yexing, who was originally shot to the ground, was picked up by the boy in a short shirt and regained his grip.
"Young man Manliu, you can use all your strength!" Qinglan shouted.
"From the beginning to the end, we have fought against the enemy with all our strength. When it comes to Uncle Qing, Manliu has never neglected him!" Lin Manliu said in response, breathing heavily as he spoke, as if he had drawn the sword too quickly and was not breathing properly.
"That's good! Then how can I neglect my little friend Manliu? Come again!" The voice of the farmer man became a little louder. His original leisurely temperament suddenly changed. At this time, Qinglan's eyes were filled with laughter. There is more pride, a pride of being undefeated.
Then I saw Qing Lan, holding a dual-consciousness gun in each hand, walking towards the boy in a short shirt again, but this time it was not like before, she was really walking slowly towards Lin Manliu, But the whole person's momentum is already much more tyrannical than before.
Lin Manliu paid close attention to the dual consciousness tightly held in Qinglan's hand. Because it was the first time he saw this kind of weapon, the young man had to always pay attention to whether there was anything strange about this spear when facing the enemy. If someone slashes with his body, he will be trapped by the double-consciousness chain, restricting one part of the double-consciousness gun in his hand, and making it impossible to estimate the other part of the gun.
The young man who was still thinking about how to defeat the enemy was suddenly awakened by the words coming from the front, "When Manliu is facing the enemy with a two-handed sword, how can I use the sword to defend the enemy? I know how to use both hands, so how can I take over the enemy?" The power of the two swords?" Qinglan said in the distance.
Lin Manliu, who heard this, had just reacted when he saw Qing Lan walking in front of him and waving a pair of consciousnesses in the sky. When he saw the young man reacting, he immediately swung it down.
The boy in the short shirt didn't care so much and hurriedly blocked with his sword. The two swords crossed to block the swung gun blade. Although Lin Manliu caught it, both Shan Yexing and Chun Chuangdie were pressed in front of his shoulders.
Because Shan Yexing was pressed against Chun Chuangdie, the sword blade was already pressing on his shoulder. The young man endured the pain of the sword blade scratching his right shoulder, and gradually raised the body of the dual-consciousness gun, which was gradually too high. A few inches later, before Qing Lan continued to increase his strength, Lin Manliu was ready to release his strength and move away again.
At the moment when the boy suddenly slid to the left and gave up the strength competition with Qing Lan, Lin Manliu was ready to roll out to the left, successfully evading the pressure of the pair of recognition guns. At this moment! The young man felt a sudden kick from behind, and his rolling figure was like a wild dog that had been randomly kicked by someone on the side of the road. He fell to the ground on the left side.
"It's not advisable to repeat the same old tricks, little friend Manliu." Qinglan's voice came from behind. The boy in short shirt had no time to respond to his conversation. After stabbing his body with the mountain and wild walking stick in his hand, he immediately continued walking forward. If it was a life-and-death fight, it wasn't Uncle Qing's feet that just hit him, but the weapon that wanted to seduce his soul and take his life, and it was directly inserted into his back.
The boy in a short shirt walked forward in embarrassment. It was not until he confirmed again that Qing Lan was not chasing him that he turned around and looked at the farmer in the middle of the field again.
