"Good swordsmanship, this swordsmanship is extremely powerful and truly masterable!"
After watching Yu Youcong perform his sword moves alone, the black-robed and white-haired Sword Maniac Dragon Healing, who had been locked up in a group for a long time, shouted excitedly, his expression extremely excited.
Ling Zhen, a young man in green robes, was in front of him, complimenting him vigorously, and the madman Long He was behind him in praising him heartily. After hearing these two beautiful words of praise, the old sword god Yu Youcong was in a good mood.
Although it won't make you feel elated, it's like drinking fine wine or holding a beautiful concubine.
The man in green shirt held a sword in one hand, floated down from a high place to the altar floor, walked to Ling Zhen's side, and handed over the divine sword Ji Le.
Ling Zhen just took over the snow-white long sword that belonged to him with both hands. Before he could make any move, he heard the old man say to himself: "Don't rush to put the sword into its sheath yet."
The young man was clever and obeyed his words. He still held his unsheathed sword Ji Le with his right hand and did not return the blade to its sheath.
Yu Youcong put his two fingers together and made a fantasy sword technique, driving with his heart, just like the master's words, the old man uttered two words: "Come out!"
Suddenly, the burly, white-haired man closed his eyes, and an extremely dazzling light flashed between his eyebrows, as if his eyes were open.
Immediately, a bright golden gaseous flying sword flew out from the sword hole between the eyebrows at high speed. The sword suddenly thickened and lengthened, turning into the shape of a three-foot long sword, which was extremely exquisite.
When Long He saw this, he knew something about it, so he raised his hand and easily grabbed the sword of his destiny.
"Yu Sword God, you called my master out because of..."
Looking at Long He, who was probably about the same age as Yu Youcong, he lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand. He hesitated for a while, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you want me to fight with this young man?"
Yu Youcong laughed, feeling that it was Long He who understood what he was thinking, so he didn't need anything more. He nodded and said, "That's right. It seems that you, surnamed Long, haven't reached the stage of Alzheimer's disease yet." , Haha, once you get it, you will be right!"
After hearing this, Ling Zhen held the sword in his hand with a look of confusion on his face. He didn't know what the old man was thinking in his head. What was his intention?
Yu Youcong slowly explained: "Just now, I have already demonstrated my 'Victory Secret' here. As for the two of you, one has the body of the Supreme Enlightenment, and the other is born with a pair of 'Supreme Eyes', both of which are A practicing wizard who can master any martial arts skill once and never forget it. Next, the two of you will have a fight with my new sword technique. The requirements are very simple, just click on it. The main purpose is to compete with each other's sword skills without harming the opponent's life, to support fighting through fighting, and to hone actual combat skills. Let me emphasize again, it is not a risk of life, but actual combat, do you all understand?"
Ling Zhen looked stunned, took a step forward, and couldn't help but say: "Senior Yu, I..."
Not letting the young man finish what he said, Yu Youcong chuckled, interrupted him with a smile, and said: "I know what you are thinking. Do you think that Long He, a famous madman in the world of swordsmanship, is still the same person in the past?" A generation of tycoons who have dominated the world and are powerful in Dongting. If they fight with you, are they afraid that they can beat you to the ground without even using a few swords? Oh, there is no need to belittle oneself. After Long He lost to Ying Chun that year, The heart of the sword was severely damaged, and the natal sword was shattered. The muscles and acupuncture points all over the body were almost irreversibly damaged without exception. He almost destroyed his heart and acupoints and died suddenly on the spot. Even this life was lost. I picked it up reluctantly."
"After that battle, the swordsman who dominated Dongting did not die. His cultivation level dropped from the eighth-level avenue for three consecutive times, and fell to the fifth-level enlightenment level in one breath. Now, with my help Next, I have the sword cultivator's natal sword again, and I have barely recovered to the level of the sixth-level Tribulation Realm, not much, just three levels higher than you."
Yu Youcong looked indifferent, "I have formed a magic circle in the cave behind this waterfall that only I can control. Except for me, all the people in the circle are They will all be forced to win! Let’s put it more bluntly. It is here that everyone except me can no longer use their internal energy or use any magical powers. They are not much different from ordinary people who have never practiced. Let alone those who have no realm!"
When Ling Zhen heard this, he was very surprised. He tried to use his luck secretly. Just as the old sword god said, the natal Qi in Tanzhong Fuhai seemed to be controlled by an invisible force. There was nothing he could do about it no matter what. Zheng transported into the veins
It is really the same as losing all his cultivation base and becoming a mediocre man!
In the cave inside this square waterfall, Yu Youcong is like an old man. Of course, he can detect Ling Zhen's subtle actions in an instant. The old man smiled and said, "Well, is it just like what I said? You can’t use any of your inner strength?”
Ling Zhen nodded heavily and gave a thumbs up, indicating that the words of the Sword God were absolutely true and there was absolutely no falsehood or exaggeration in them.
Yu Youcong was quite satisfied and continued to say leisurely: "So, in this cave, the gap between you and Long He has been reduced as much as possible. Both sides are equal. With me as a judge, both of you don’t use your internal energy or any magical powers, but simply rely on swordsmanship to compete... Please note that I have just stipulated it in advance for you, you can only use me You can use the set of winning tactics against the enemy as much as you can. All other sword moves cannot be used, and violators will be severely punished. Until you can fully and skillfully use the sword moves you have seen to fight against the enemy. Until the battle, I hope everyone can understand..."
At this moment, the green shirt with a sword on his back floated up and came to Zheng Zheng in mid-air.
The old man put his hands behind his back, making a condescending gesture, as if he was hanging high.
He said loudly toward the bottom: "Okay, you two, let's start like this, let me take a look at your talents and see if they are really enough to be looked at highly by others! Are you talented or useless? We will know in one battle.”
Below, above the altar.
Both of them held a sword in their hands.
Divine Sword Bliss, and "Yebenming Sword."
If one completely ignores supernatural power, then the Yi Jian and the Bliss Sword are indistinguishable in terms of quality, with no significant difference between them!
Ling Zhen, the young man in green robe, and Long He, the white-haired man in black robe, neither of them moved directly after hearing the words of the old sword god. They stood still as if they were standing still.
Long He breathed evenly and was in a very calm state. He was judging the actions of the opponent.
Ling Zhen, who is also quite calm and composed, is also making predictions to anticipate the enemy.
The two "foxes", all kinds of analysis and calculations, and their own minds combined, I don't know if there are as many as seven or eight hundred!
Suddenly, Ling Zhen made a somewhat abrupt gesture of fisting forward and bowed deeply to Long He.
The young man's tone was respectful and humble, and he said in a serious voice: "I have admired the name of Senior Long for a long time. It is a great honor to have the honor to compete with Senior Long here today!"
Long He frowned slightly. He originally wanted to say "Don't talk nonsense", but then he thought about it. He was a senior who had been famous for a long time in the world, with a reputation that was well known to everyone.
Since it's rare for a junior swordsman to pay homage to me here, if he doesn't respond, it seems like he's too careless and doesn't have the demeanor of a superior person.
Ever since, facing Ling Zhen's bow, the madman Long He also made a gesture of clasping his fists, and said in a rich and powerful voice: "I, Long He, have not fought with anyone for countless years. Now I have to meet my opponent. I can Asking me to relax my muscles and move my wrists and ankles is a rare good thing, and you also..."
Long He's next sentence was originally intended to be "You don't have to be too polite to me."
Unexpectedly, in an instant, he was asked to speak out. The figure in green robe flashed, and an extremely sharp snow-white sword appeared in front of Long He.
The tip of the sword stabbed straight into his face.
It seems that with this first sword, he will kill with one blow, directly penetrating the whole big head, taking the life of a person in an instant!
The snow-haired man in black robes embroidered with white dragons suddenly turned his head to the side, narrowly avoiding this sudden and unprepared sword.
Long He, who was almost succeeded by this sneak attack, tried his best to use his feet after dodging the sword.
Of course, he didn't use any real energy. He just relied on his body and leg strength to retreat in long strides, as if he were running like thunder.
As he was retreating, the sinister eyes of this swordsman fanatic emitted an extremely cold and vicious light. He glared and gritted his teeth and cursed: "You bastard, your methods are really vicious. Leah!"
Ling Zhen struck again, relying on the winning sword skills he had copied from his memory, and swept straight and horizontally with his sword.
Xuefeng's white-edged Paradise Sword drew a straight line. There was no sword energy, it was just a sword move.
That horizontal slash was like a "swipe across thousands of armies" in the stick technique of martial arts." However, when the sword was swept out at an extremely fast speed, there was no flaw to speak of, and it was seamless.
Moreover, it is quick to release and close quickly. As soon as a move is released, it can be quickly followed by the next strong attack, overwhelming the enemy and making it impossible to block it!
"If I don't act slyly, I won't be able to get even half of the advantage from you!"
Ling Zhen held the sword in one hand, with a high fighting spirit, and kept delivering wonderful moves, "Senior Long, this junior is offended, don't blame-"
The young man in green robe suddenly exerted force on his feet, leaping half a foot into the air with only enough strength. He used both hands to hold the sword, and from top to bottom, he slashed down toward the spiritual position above Dragon He's head, as if to open up the ground.
This move is quite similar to the famous sword technique "Yue Gong Gui", but it is limited to chopping from top to bottom.
Among them, the movement of strength, the timing of drawing and retracting the sword, and even the breathing when taking off at the beginning are all very different, with many discrepancies.
The latter is far inferior to the former and difficult to compare.
In terms of perfection, Yu Youcong's winning strategy has the confidence and capital to be invincible.
If you have that ability, it would not be shameless to call someone "the strongest swordsman in the human race"!
Long He was in the formation inside the cave, but he was also severely overwhelmed, and his cultivation was unable to be effective. Therefore, the only gap between him and Ling Zhen was in terms of actual combat experience and physical strength.
Faced with this fierce attack on the top of his head, Jian Kuang was resolute and chose to hold the hilt of the sword tightly with one hand, holding the blade with the other hand and raising it above his head.
There was no sound of weapons colliding with each other.
Ling Zhen's Bliss Sword was unrivaled in sharpness, and he struck out with great force and force, falling from above and striking Long He's long sword on his head.
There was a bang, and the old swordsman named Long who was slashed blocked this fierce sword flash.
Taking advantage of the golden opportunity for the young man in green robe to withdraw his attacks, Long He stepped forward and launched his attacks violently, withdrawing and then launching his attacks with unparalleled speed.
Benming relied on the sword and attacked Ling Zhen's side waist.
If the strong energy on the blade was still there, the young man would have been cut into two pieces on the spot, with his body cut into upper and lower parts, and his organs and intestines spread all over the floor!
Fortunately, because it was suppressed by that formation, there was no additional sword energy attached to the long sword.
One sword, just one sword!
Ling Zhen tried his best, moved sideways, and barely dodged the fierce attack from Jian Kuang. The green robe was not "cut" by the air blade, and his body was not affected.
The young man's figure was quite flexible, his green robe fluttering. After leaping to the side, he adjusted his posture in time, raised his sword again and charged forward. He aimed at the vital part of Long He's chest and struck out with his sword.
The black-robed and white-haired Jian Kuang held his sword horizontally and blocked the thrust of the Bliss Sword, leaving his chest unharmed.
Long He wanted to seize the opponent's flaw and kick Ling Zhen in the stomach, but he suddenly realized that he was forced by the sword god Yu Youcong and could only use the winning technique to deal with the enemy.
He had no choice but to temporarily close his legs and switch to other winning sword moves in order to defeat him.
One is as tall and tall as a black tower, and the other is as agile as a rabbit in green robes.
Sometimes the two chase each other, and sometimes they attack together. However, because many spells and methods are blocked, they just simply compete between moves.
It is not much different from those ordinary martial arts swordsmen who travel the world with swords and whose cultivation level does not exceed the second level. The battle in the narrow lane of Yangchang Alley is not much different.
There is no such majestic and domineering Dharma image.
There is no sword cultivator with super powerful and unpredictable magical powers.
Each move has no majestic power that can destroy the earth. Even the flow of true energy and the sweeping power of the sword are definitely not there at all!
There is only a competition between the purest, cleanest and most agile sword moves.
The winner has a higher swordsmanship, while the loser is unexceptionably "inferior" or "lower" in skill.
That's all.
There is no sloppiness in the slightest, and it fully demonstrates the skills and courage of sword masters. It seems that only such a battle can be called a genuine "pure" praise!
The sword god in blue shirt above watched the "sword fight" between the two men below with great interest. He was in a really good mood and felt a little pleased with himself.
The old man secretly thought, these two guys really deserve their innate martial arts points and sword training qualifications.
This is just a look at the winning strategy I created. Now in actual combat, a decent general can be seen. Although there are indeed many flaws, they are not concealed. It is enough for people to appreciate and praise a little after reading it. A few words.
As Yu Youcong watched, he couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to have fun. With a loud and powerful voice, he gave guidance to the people fighting on the altar below:
"You bastard, are you a tortoise? When you lean back, go faster. Do you want your head to be chopped off?!"
"Long, can you hold back your sword just now? You almost cut off that guy's leg! That's too much!"
"Hey, you're doing pretty well with this sword, you have some looks... No, no, no, this sword is going to be bad right away. It's too bad. I was even prettier than you when I first started practicing the sword. Really. No need to praise!"
"Bah, why are you getting worse and worse? You are so useless, were you watching my demonstration just now?"
"I have clicked, clicked, clicked, so many times. If you dare to kill me, Long He, I will kill you and make you live with the pigs in the future..."
The young man in green robes and the old man in black robes, with two swords, fought in a circle on the altar. The swords were passed without sparing any effort, and all the moves came from the winning tactics shown by Yu Youcong, without exception. .
The sword moves are extremely mysterious, and the creation is infinitely wonderful.
If Ling and Long were at the top of the swordsmanship peak, fighting with each other with all their might!
Less than a cup of tea time passed, and the sword-fighting competition between the two men came to an end.
The winner is "Sword Madness" Long He.
The sharp edge of the gas-like life-reliance sword penetrated half an inch of Ling Zhen's throat. Blood seeped out from the wound, but fortunately it was not life-threatening.
But anyone can know it.
As long as this sword penetrates a little further, the young man's throat will be penetrated, which will make him die immediately and die under the sword!
