But now, although there is still a gap between the two, it is undeniable that he already has the ability to hurt himself and rival him.
What makes Long Daoyuan uneasy is, how old is this child? How long has it been since we last met? His strength span has improved so quickly. If he was given another three to five years, how would he be able to fight with him then?
Thinking of this, Long Daoyuan's eyes burst out with strong killing intent. Just when Long Daoyuan used all his strength, Yang Qian smiled strangely, but he couldn't withdraw his strength in time and stabbed directly towards him.
Yang Gan turned around instantly, and the tip of his sword hit the piano case.
There was a "dang" sound. Yang Gan felt as if he had been hit by a car, but he did not panic. At this point, even if he couldn't dodge the moves he saw, he could still control where he would be hurt.
Therefore, when Yang Qian flew out, he kicked directly towards the Sword Master. Suddenly, he didn't seem to have kicked anyone.
After rolling on the ground twice, Yang Gan stood up with an ugly expression, while Long Daoyuan looked at Yang Gan in confusion.
Both of them were stupid. Long Daoyuan's secret passage
"What a good boy, even if you get tricked, you can plan to kick me." Yang Qian secretly said
"The horse rider's legs are too short, so it's a bit embarrassing."
"Hahaha, you couldn't even catch my three swords before, but now you can fight dozens of moves with me. I want to see how powerful you are now." Yang Gan unconsciously covered his chest, although his expression was expressionless. As usual, but after dozens of moves, the body that was bombarded by the powerful force already felt depressed, and had the urge to vomit blood.
Damn, it is rare in the world to be so powerful. Long Daoyuan, even if he uses a sword to level A, not many people can handle him. To deal with him, not only level A, but also use his skills. Who can I know how he held the meeting.
But Yang Qian was not discouraged. He had a big move, and so did he. He was afraid of wool. Before Yang Qian could calm down, Long Daoyuan started to attack again.
Long Daoyuan dodges well, but Yang Qian chooses to fight hard. There is nothing he can do about it. He knows how to dodge, and Long Daoyuan is definitely better in terms of steps. Even if he stacks the speed buff, he can't be faster than him, because he doesn't know how to do it at all. I haven't practiced steps or anything like that.
So I chose to stack the defense buff, but now, I have been hit by at least two or three swords, and with luck, they were all blocked perfectly by the armor.
It's just that the strong force penetrates directly into the body like sword energy, making people want to vomit blood.
"Damn it, I don't believe I can't beat you." At the beginning, the two of them started to go back and forth. Gradually, the posture of the two of them began to be more practical, not pursuing good looks or steps.
Long Daoyuan always relies on his steps to dodge, but now, he can also roll twice on the ground. Yang Qian is even better. When dodging, because he is carrying the piano case on his back, he can only roll sideways. After rolling twice, , and kept twisting his buttocks, making the piano case start to shake, so that he could move effectively.
Both of them were Qi practitioners and top masters in the world. They kept fighting and dodging. After half an hour of fighting, the two of them had already left their original place.
There was nothing he could do. Every time Yang Gan felt uncomfortable after being beaten, he would run for a while to soothe himself, otherwise he would really be beaten to the point of vomiting blood.
On the other hand, Long Daoyuan was a little better. Apart from two bloody marks on his cheeks scratched by fingers and chopped hair, he didn't suffer any major injuries.
In fact, it was very dangerous that time just now. Yang Qian poked his eyes and almost pulled them out. If Long Daoyuan hadn't been able to dodge quickly, he would have turned into a one-eyed dragon by now.
As the two of them chatted and stopped, they didn't know that they had reached a cliff. Yang Gan looked down and saw clouds and mist below. Damn, this must be a few hundred meters away. If If you fall down, it will be useless not to mention Qi training, hair training, you will definitely be thrown to death.
Long Daoyuan gasped and said
"You don't have to run away. I already understand your moves. Even if the comparison continues, you will still die. Isn't it difficult to resolve the strength in your body?"
"That is a method of using strength. If you can rest peacefully, you will recover in a short time. However, if you exercise vigorously, the pain in your body will make you more and more tired." After that, he made a sword gesture. Hua, Jiang Zhanjian stood upright in front of his eyes, but what made him quite embarrassed was that the Zhanjiang Sword, as a famous sword in the world, had been chopped like a saw.
Yang Gan was holding the Su Tiedao. The gap on it was more exaggerated than that of the Zhan Jiang Sword. He didn't know what the Zhan Jiang Sword was made of. It was no worse than the Su Tiedao.
Of course, Yang Gan had chopped down many people with the Sutie Dao and fought with 72 blue-shirted swordsmen. At this time, it was no different from a saw.
Yang Qian twitched the corner of his mouth and said wantonly
"You're not much better. Your physical strength is so poor. Do you want me to buy you a cane?" He glanced around the area and sneered.
"Green mountains and green waters, surrounded by valleys, what a natural place. With such a good place as a tomb for the sword master, you can rest in peace." Long Daoyuan shook his head with his hair disheveled.
"Up to now, you are still stubborn, and the result of the competition is already very clear. As you said, the environment here is good, and it would be a good place to be the burial place of Lord Wu An." On the edge of the cliff, the winter wind blew slowly, blowing the two of them. The clothes made a loud noise.
But the next move was beyond Long Daoyuan's expectation. Yang Gan waved the Sutie Dao in his hand and threw the knife with all his strength.
The whole person followed closely behind and rushed out like lightning and flint. Long Daoyuan smiled slightly. Although this was beyond his expectation, he felt like he was seeking death.
With a sound of "dang", Long Daoyuan turned around gracefully with his iron sword, and concentrated all his strength to slash directly at the head of Yang Gan, who was flying over.
There is no problem in using the swords of this era as knives. But Yang Qian’s next move made him feel sad
There was a "thump" and Yang Gan smiled like a thief with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. He patted the piano case and turned his hand.
A huge, somewhat ugly machete appeared in his hand. It must be said that Long Daoyuan was very strong. To such an extent, he could even change his moves. He used extremely strong strength to strike every blow. Stopping, Zhan withdrew his sword.
"Whoosh!" qqxδnew It was a pity that Long Daoyuan withdrew his power too late, and Yang Qian's sword was very long, and he directly cut off the tip of the sword.
Long Daoyuan looked at the sword in his hand in disbelief, but Yang Qian didn't give him any time to react, and the dragon-slaying knife flew left and right.
"Pfft~~!" There was a sound, leaving a knife on his chest. Long Daoyuan's heart sank. He was injured. He had suffered such a large area of injury after so many years.
But Yang Gan didn't give him any time to react, and kept slashing at him with the dragon-slaying knife. Under the guidance of Cao Wushuang, Yang Qian's sword skills were indeed not very good, but his sword skills were able to defeat most rangers.
There was a series of fierce slashes directed at him, and the sword gradually changed from the tip to a hilt.
The high frequency of slashing made Yang Qian's wrists begin to feel a little overwhelmed. At extreme speed, after slashing for a few minutes, he began to retreat, his chest rising and falling continuously, trying to absorb as much oxygen as possible.
At this time, Long Daoyuan was studying martial arts all over his body, and his body was covered with scars of various sizes. But he didn't seem to feel any pain. He looked at the hilt of the sword in his hand and was speechless.
"What kind of knife is this?"
"The pig-killing knife is specially designed to kill animals!" Long Daoyuan said silently.
"Your sword skills are good, but it's a pity that you have to rely on external force." Yang Qian said with heavy breaths.
"Do you know who is the most powerful in the world?"
"Who? Is he the former number one in the world?" Yang Gan shook his head, took out a Snow Ginseng Jade Toad Pill from his arms and ate it without leaving any trace.
At this point in time, he didn't dare to take the Blood-Breaking Pill. After taking it, it would indeed explode, but it would be troublesome after it exploded.
This is just like the Barbarian King opening up, five seconds of being a real man, and as for the sixth second, it is no different from a soft-footed shrimp.
"Tch, you are still the best in the world. You are not old-fashioned. Let me tell you, what is the strongest."
"What?"
"That's a krypton gold player. Don't ask what a krypton gold player is, because I am a krypton gold player." Yang Gan patted his armor and said arrogantly.
"The strongest armor in the world, coupled with the strongest sword in the world, do you think you are still sure of victory?"
"Lower your head obediently. After I chop off your head, I can at least sew it back for you and leave you with a whole corpse. Otherwise, I will just cut the corpse into pieces with random knives and there won't even be a whole corpse." Long Daoyuan remained silent. Yan, no matter how provocative Yang Gan was, he just looked at the hilt of the sword in his hand stupidly and remained silent.
Yang Qian didn't rush him, he just kept blowing his mouth. Anyway, blowing him up didn't waste much saliva or energy.
You can take advantage of this time to build up your stamina. This guy Long Daoyuan has unrivaled strength, dodge, and stamina.
It's a pity that he is a hexagonal warrior. Apart from dodge and strength, he is inferior to him. In other aspects such as jungle fighting, he is definitely several blocks ahead of Ryu Dogen.
The ten kilometers and twenty kilometers of weight-bearing running every day are not for nothing. Half an hour later, Yang Qian pointed the tip of the knife to the ground and walked cautiously towards Long Daoyuan, starting to complain as he walked.
"Hey, tell me, what's the use of practicing martial arts for so long?"
"Look at yourself. At your age, no matter how powerful you are, the history books will not record how powerful you are. At most, you will be recorded as a Tutor."
"Sword Master? Do you really think your swordsmanship and strength can be passed on to others?"
"I'm different. Not only has my name spread throughout the vassal kingdoms, but in my fiefdom, everyone regards me as their idol."
"If I die, everyone will feel sorry for me. How many people have I supported? How about you? Holding a sword all day long and looking at others with their chins, what have you contributed to this world?"
