Feng Linyi, who was hiding in the crowd and standing in the crowd, nodded.
One sword move was almost completely accurate, and even seemed to be swung randomly. Why could it still have the effect of frightening Yan to die?
The reason is very simple, the form is dispersed but the intention is not.
Although Tang Ci's sword seems like a child's play, his intention is firmly locked on Yan Shigui. As long as Yan Shigui shows a flaw, his sword will immediately wash away the lead and let everyone see what it means to be brave again. Fast and accurate.
Yan Shigui was keenly aware of this, so he gave up complicated moves, even the sword skills he was good at.
Instead, he used the knife as an ax to chop it down with brute force in a methodless and unorganized manner.
In this way, even though his whole body is full of flaws, he can react instantly. No matter what kind of counterattack he encounters, he can respond in time.
On the other hand, if the internal force is used according to the moves, if the move is not already mastered and the flaw is discovered, and the move is temporarily changed to defend, the internal force may backfire.
Faced with Yan Shigui's powerful and heavy blow, Tang Ci did not panic and turned around.
With a sweep of the long sword, it was as if Yan Shigui was not seen in that direction at all, but just kept moving around the core of the battlefield! Move!
The basic footwork, with the application of Tang Ci, shows a different style.
He is like a ghost in the daylight, spinning back and forth around Yan Shigui. Every attack from Yan Shigui would be dangerously close, but he would dodge it with great ease.
The crowd watching around him began to gradually feel that Tang Ci was unusual, and their original doubts and criticisms began to turn into exploration.
bass!
The long sword finally came out of its sheath, the sword's light sparkling like waves.
"Hey! Why is it snowing?" Many people in the crowd exclaimed.
The next moment someone finally reacted: "It's not snow, it's the light of the sword. The light of his sword is too dense and too fast, as if auspicious snow is falling from the sky."
Amidst the light of the sword, one could faintly hear a series of mournful geese calls.
This sword is the most stunning sword among the thirty-nine movements of Yan Xie Gui Hui Feng Luo Yan.
It's called Xueluoyanhui.
However, the real fatal move of this sword is neither the complicated sword light that looks like falling snow, nor the weird and cunning sword move that looks like a flying goose flying back.
Instead, it was a knife intent that kept wailing and crying miserably.
In the past, Tang Ci influenced Yan Gui with his self-taught sword skills.
Nowadays, Yan Shigui has borrowed something and returned it, and he also responds to Tang Ci with the intention of the sword.
If Tang Ci cannot catch this sword, he may die.
Even when Yan died and returned, he could not put away his sword.
In the crowd, almost no one heard Feng Linwen, who was chanting poems with his head lowered.
"I have a bright pearl, which has been locked up by the dust for a long time. Once the dust is gone, the light shines through thousands of mountains and rivers."
In Feng Lin's view, Tang Ci is the pearl locked by dust.
He should have been extremely dazzling, but he fell into the mortal world and was covered with dust.
Now at the critical moment of life and death, a great terror is coming, which will inevitably force him to break out of his cocoon.
For this moment, Feng Linwen had trained him for a long time and absorbed enough nutrients for him.
Even Tang Ci himself didn't realize that although he practiced all basic martial arts, his master, Feng Linhui, had unknowingly exposed him to too many principles of martial arts.
When Yan Shigui's knife was about to cut across his neck, in just a blink of an eye, endless thoughts suddenly exploded in Tang Ci's mind.
Then... draw out the sword!
Accurate, tenacious, powerful...bright...dazzling...show your edge, and then...unparalleled in the world!
The wind suddenly became quiet, and the human voices gradually faded away.
It's like diving into the deep sea and looking up at the clear sky, everything is so different.
Wow...!
The fish jumped out of the sea, and Tang Ci's sword pierced the wind and pierced the boundary.
The boundary here is not space or the world, but a boundary defined in people's hearts.
That powerful and dazzling sword broke people's imagination, and it was thrust out quickly from what seemed the most impossible angle.
clang!
The long knife flew out, and half of the blade passed by, cutting off the flying sail behind Yan Shi's return.
Yan Shigui held the broken knife in his hand, and for a sudden moment, there was no trace of blood on his face.
He lost!
In full view of the public, you have to admit defeat.
Yan Shigui's face was livid, and he suddenly felt that this seemingly kind guy in front of him was so hateful.
Now he would rather be seriously injured like the second and fourth children.
Because if you are seriously injured and unconscious, there is no need to admit defeat.
"In today's battle, you and I are evenly matched. If we continue to fight, we will inevitably suffer losses. How about we end in a draw?" Tang Ci took the initiative to put away his sword and then asked.
Yan Shigui snorted coldly: "If you lose, you lose. There is nothing to be ashamed of!"
"That's all! What's your name?"
Tang Ci had already introduced himself before, but at that time he was just an unknown person. How many people remembered his name?
Tang Ci smiled slightly. This time his self-introduction was much simpler.
"Zizaimen, Tang Ci!"
Zi Zi Sect is a sect name temporarily given by Feng Linwen.
Originally it was just used to fool Tang Ci.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Tang Ci actually said this name.
Yan Shigui laughed three times: "What a Zi Zi Sect Tang Ci. Your swordsmanship has reached the state of no move. There are only three swordsmen in the world who can defeat you."
After saying that, he turned around and left without any further hesitation.
This Yan died and returned, obviously he was not a truly innocent person.
Although he is a martial arts idiot, he is not an idiot. He naturally has scheming thoughts and plans.
He lost to Tang Ci. No matter how much Tang Ci wanted to "give face", the people watching the battle were not blind and naturally had their own judgment.
This doesn't fool anyone.
Therefore, Yan Shigui wanted to hold Tang Ci high in his praise.
Praising your opponents is a good habit.
If you win, you will appear to be extra powerful, and all the previous compliments you gave to your opponent will be fed back to you in multiples. And if you lose, there are enough reasons, and it will be an honor even if you lose. After all, the opponents are so strong, there is no shame in losing.
It is said that Tang Ci's swordsmanship can be defeated by no more than three people in the world, which is equivalent to single-handedly pushing Tang Ci into the world of fame and fortune, a big dye vat.
However, in the face of Yan Shigui's 'framing', Tang Ci remained indifferent. Instead, he stood where he was and said loudly: "There are only two people who can defeat me in swordsmanship in this world. City Lord Yang of Tianxia City is said to have mastered swordsmanship. I I have never seen him before, so I dare not say anything about him. The other person is my master Lin Shanren. He taught me martial arts and raised me to become a talented person. I will never use my sword against him in my life."
At this time, Tang Ci, after experiencing that moment of life and death, had transcended the ordinary and gradually began to reveal his true light.
Feng Linyi in the crowd had a sparkle in his eyes, and the joy on his face could not be concealed: "Very good! That's it. Ordinary and mediocre are just your disguise. Strong, domineering, and sharp-edged, that's your true character. If How can we suppress an era without a desire for hegemony?"
