Moving his wrist, Shen Li opened his hand and held the sword.
Jiang Huchen's eyes instantly became solemn when he saw such exquisite hidden sword skills.
Whether a swordsman of level 4 or above is very lethal depends on whether he or she can use the Hidden Swordsmanship. The Hidden Swordsmanship is used to warm up the sword's will and master the weapon as if it were an arm or a finger. Even the Buddhist Vajra Body must be weighed and weighed. Can it be blocked?
It has long been concluded in the world that the defense of the Buddhist Vajra is indeed unparalleled, but the swordsman is the most lethal, and no one can open his eyes and tell lies.
Because both are pure enough.
Jiang Huchen stared at Shen Li: "Looking at your hidden swordsmanship, it seems to be the mastery of Wudang Mountain. Hey, I made a lot of money today. I fought against the Vajra Arhat and the Sword Immortal one after another. One of them looked like a ten thousand-year-old bastard, and the other killed Li Yingtian will not be happy if he does not drink blood."
As soon as he drew his sword, Jiang Huchen's murderous aura was frightening.
To be honest, in these years, sword immortals of rank four and above have mushroomed in the world over the years. He also killed several blind sword immortals in the Northern Sui Dynasty, but none of them had such murderous aura as Shen Li.
One can imagine how sharp his sword must be!
Shen Li straightened his Confucian shirt and robe: "A third-grade martial artist is not easy to fight."
"If it's not easy to fight, don't fight." Jiang Huchen said with a grin.
"But I still want to try to see if my sword can make you kneel down."
“I’m not afraid that I’ll laugh out loud!!!”
Draw your sword.
The moves of a swordsman are almost the same as those of a martial artist. They are not showy. What they pursue is to kill the opponent directly.
Jiang Huchen no longer strolled around like the white-clothed monks and old monks, and worked hard. He understood that even if he was a higher level than Shen Li, the gap was like a big river and a small river. If he is not careful, he will still be stabbed into a hornet's nest.
The third level of Morning Dew Realm was taken from the saying by predecessors: "There is no ultimate in heaven and earth, and human life is like morning dew." It is indescribably wonderful to enter this realm.
As for Shen Li, when he faced Jiang Huchen, who had been immersed in the Chaolu Realm for many years, he realized how terrifying it is for a Chaolu Realm warrior to attack with all his strength!
It's like seeing the sea change and the sea drying up before your eyes.
Under the overwhelming general trend, individual lives are really not worth mentioning.
It turns out that this is the meaning of "there is no end in heaven and earth, and human life is like morning dew".
The world is long and endless, and the life span of human life is as short as morning dew.
"One punch." Jiang Huchen was sure of victory.
When he saw Shen Li lose consciousness for a brief moment, he knew that this murderous young swordsman would die under his fist.
Regardless of whether they are wielding swords or wielding guns, not to mention other weird weapons, these people still have their feet in the circle of martial arts, and they are all considered martial arts.
Only the swordsman! Take a different route and walk up a steep and steep path.
Sometimes Jiang Huchen admires these people who are desperate to practice swordsmanship. The way of swordsmanship is obviously narrow and constricted, but they are dedicated to overcoming obstacles and are on the verge of reaching the top.
In such a vast world, there is only one first-class swordsman.
In the midst of lightning and flint, he avoided the long sword with cold murderous intent and majestic sword energy, got close to Shen Li, and punched him between the eyebrows.
boom! !
Shen Li tilted his head back, his body flew out uncontrollably, and even his sword was knocked off his hands by the huge force, spinning and inserted into the stone bricks.
Crash the room, smash the walls.
Song Wanru, who had been staring at Shen Li anxiously, her heart suddenly stopped for a beat.
Yu Bainiang, who was hiding on the second floor with Chen Liuyao and watching secretly, turned pale. She felt Zuichun Tower shake several times.
Before Song Wanru, whose eyes were red, could fight Jiang Huchen, Shen Li tore off the torn Confucian shirt with one hand and slowly walked into Zuichun Tower.
Jiang Huchen looked at him, who was also naked and had a broken chin in his human skin mask, and said strangely: "A fourth-grade swordsman shouldn't be so resistant to beatings."
If you can't kill with one punch, then use a few more punches.
In short, a third-grade martial artist is not short of the Vajra Qi.
Immediately he came to Shen Li again and stretched out his fists. One punch was still between the eyebrows, and the other was lower. Jiang Huchen wanted to smash his Dantian.
It's just that Shen Li was already prepared. As soon as Jiang Huchen made a move, he straightened his right arm and recalled the long sword. Now, the sword energy he had cultivated since practicing swordsmanship poured out without reservation.
There was no need to be harsh, Jiang Huchen was the strongest enemy he had ever faced.
Pang Hu and Wei Qie, who died at his hands, could not catch up.
Holding the sword in his right hand, he slashed at Jiang Huchen's right arm, and he clenched a fist in his left hand to stop the fist that was hitting his Dantian.
Head-to-head.
Shen Li is not like a romantic and poetic swordsman, but like Jiang Huchen, he and Jiang Huchen are both rough and fast warriors.
This time, the sword struck Jiang Huchen's right arm, penetrating an inch and a half deep.
Jiang Huchen's left fist failed to do what he wanted and landed on his waist.
But the result was still that Shen Li rolled and flew upside down.
Jiang Huchen glanced at his right arm. Near the wound, the sword energy lingered like frost. At the same time, he did not dare to beat the drowned dog like when he fought the monk in white. Instead, he stood quietly and dispersed the difficult sword energy.
Shen Li returned to Zuichun Tower step by step.
Jiang Huchen had a gloomy face, and the human skin mask had been broken in half, revealing the handsome face of a young man.
"You're more than just a swordsman."
Shen Li smiled uglyly. It was useless to say anything now. He only had a chance to deal with Jiang Huchen with one sword.
The reason he didn't pursue him just now was because he noticed the sword and wanted to stop quietly, not wanting to take advantage of it and endanger himself.
Jiang Huchen stopped moving forward, seeming to think that he was still too close to Shen Li, so he stepped back again.
Not only was he able to feel the silent and terrifying sword intent, but the shivering guests hiding in the corner, as well as the surrounding people, all felt like they had returned to Jiuhantian.
"The way of the heavy sword, along with the swordsmanship, is really good. It's really good to be like this. It's a pity that you are a fourth-grade martial artist, and I am a third-grade martial artist. You are destined to be unable to kill me!"
Shen Li nodded: "I know, it's enough to force you back."
Seeing Jiang Huchen's hesitation, he asked, "Aren't you leaving?"
Jiang Huchen suddenly realized that a third-grade martial artist was being coerced by a fourth-grade swordsman. Isn't it outrageous?
replied.
"It's not too late to leave after seeing your sword."
"Haha, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave by then."
The monk in white opened his eyes, and regardless of the seriousness of his injuries, he stood up suddenly, tried his best to lock Jiang Huchen in his arms.
"This is the moment!!" the monk in white shouted.
Jiang Huchen was shocked: "You are looking for death!!!"
After struggling a few times, he finally managed to escape.
Shen Li's sword was already close at hand.
This sword.
There isn't much sword energy, it just seems like a mediocre straight thrust.
But it’s this sword.
Jiang Huchen's hair stood on end and his scalp became numb.
No matter what jackals block the road, no matter what mountains block the road, no matter what gods and Buddhas, even if I am content to live alone and be alone, as long as I hand out this sword, I will move forward and ride the wind and waves! ! !
If a jackal blocks the way, then kill the jackal.
If a high mountain blocks the road, use your sword to move the mountain.
If the gods and Buddhas insist on dissatisfying me, then I will kill all the gods and Buddhas in the sky with one sword!
I want to travel to Beihai in the evening.
I want the green snake on my sleeve to be courageous.
I want to cut out a peaceful world with one sword.
Even if you, Jiang Huchen, are really an immortal in heaven and fallen into the mortal world, this sword will still make you kneel down! ! !
Song Wanru looked at this sword and was dumbfounded.
The monk in white took a strong breath, and his breath was like a gossamer. He squinted his eyes and murmured to himself. He said that there was such an uninhibited young swordsman who dared to stretch his legs and kick the sky.
There was also a famous swordsman who was drinking tea with Li Ye face to face. He suddenly asked for wine and drank a full jar, "This sword has a high intention and is unparalleled in the world!!! This sword is so elegant and unrestrained that we rarely see it!!!"
