Chapter 12 Swordsmanship, Swordsmanship (One Explosion!!)

The two old men scrambled to point to their chests for introduction, for fear of suppressing themselves.

"Less six magical skills, remnant seven secrets?" Luo Xiaofan couldn't help but have a big head. Could it be that these two old men figured out something by themselves, couldn't think of a good name, and took it randomly? Then he said, "What are the six magic skills and the seven secrets?"

"Hmm, you have a good look!"

After saying that, Shao Liu flew up and took out two dark wooden swords made of three feet of wood. A rare generous time, he lost a hand to Canqi.

The two took their own wooden swords and stood on both sides.

Shao Liu said, "The way we fought that you have seen before is not very powerful. Let you see my tricks!"

Can Qi robbed and said, "What's good about your tricks? If you want to see them, you can also see my tricks!"

After saying that, the two spat each other and put their swords together!

Once the sword is handed over, the wind and clouds have changed!

With an explosion, Shao Liu immediately broke through the child's face like a two-year-old Shura, holding a huge sword, majestic! With a flash of sword light, the whole Xuanhua's plight suddenly became fierce. It seemed that thousands of ghosts cried and ravaged in the plight for a week, and flew around like a top, condensing under his sword.

With a "drink", the black wind hit his face, and the momentum made people dare not face it. Luo Xiaofan couldn't help but feel like a mountain!

The remnant seven on that side is even more amazing! It seemed that Zhang Siyesha, imprisoned in the old body, also held a huge sword and did not give in proportion. Eight white fangs turned out bright red lips, and his eyes were shining like two stars. With a "drink", a black smoke rose under his feet, and there seemed to be tens of thousands of grievances suffering in the skin hell for thousands of years, which was touching, and their feet stamped. A dark lotus flower bloomed in the black smoke. As soon as the sword crossed, the black lotus slowly moved to the sword.

That posture - if you don't fight, you can break people's courage!

In that room, the two old men's transformation of Shura Yecha have been at once again!

With Luo Xiaofan present, the two elders seemed to deliberately restrain their momentum for fear of harming him by accidentally watching the battle. In this way, Luo Xiaofan couldn't help but be excited!

Canqi's throat sounded and said, "I can see it clearly - ah!"

At an extremely slow speed, the two began to change!

Every sword, every move, Luo Xiaofan was stunned!

In my previous memory, the strongest kendo is nothing more than the absolute killing move shown by Yujian Tianzun when he killed Chen Sandao in seconds, but now the sword moves of the two old men in front of him will never fall under the Jade Sword Tianzun!

Shao Liu's eyes burned the real fire and roared, "Do you want to learn?"

"Of course!" Luo Xiaofan clenched his fists.

I'm afraid the world can only learn such a top sword move from these two old men!

"Then watch it!"

The two elders shouted in unison, and the sword began!

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Hancheng.

Desperate cliff, red cloud-like clothes, long brown hair. He stood under the plum blossom again. Dementia is speechless.

Dugu is looking forward to it, and finally returned the ancient city of Yang.

As soon as he saw Yang Gucheng, he said, "Master...where have you been?"

Yang Gucheng turned around with a smile on his face that he had never seen before.

Although it is very ugly, he should have smiled happily.

If he hadn't really laughed very happily, his scarred cold face would not have been so ugly.

"The broom stick can't be regarded as a treasure knife."

Yang Gu's eyes fell on the stone table and put it on a long strip of objects covered with snow for a while.

Dugu knows that this strange master is a strange man, but he doesn't know what's going on today?

Yang Gucheng said, "Pick it up."

"Yes!"

You got up and took it to the long object.

As soon as he touched it, a breath that made people's heart boil came along his arm from the long thing, making him hot all over!

"What kind of baby is this!"

Dugu Youwei's eyes lit up, opened his eyes, shook open the snowflakes and fixed his eyes - "Knife!"

What you hold is the handle of the knife!

But the blade is still entangled in cloth, and you can't see how sharp it is. He was surprised: "Master, isn't this your cutting knife?"

Turning his head and looking, the knife was still inserted diagonally in Yang Gucheng's waist. Can't help but be surprised?

"This knife is not a cut, but I gave it to you. Try it!"

Even Yang Gucheng's eyes can't help but show a look of extreme desire to get the knife out of the sheath!

It's not only him who looks at the cloth, but also looks at the clothes of a beauty like a pervert. He is itchy and wants to get rid of it!

A strong desire came along the arm, and the knife spirit, the same is true!

"Sking--!"

There is no need to do more movements. Hold the handle of the knife and throw it in the wind, and the cloth wrapped around it instantly twisted into powder and dissipated.

The knife comes out of the sheath!

Four feet long and two finger wide.

The silver blade snow blade is motionless, like a bloodthirsty dragon. Although it sleeps, it makes people dare not face it. If it moves, it will shock the sky and the earth, and dares to kill the nine sky to disturb the crazy moon!

The snowflakes in the air also danced wildly because of his sheath. Although the snowflakes were messy, they did not dare to fall on the knife again.

I'm afraid of my pure white staining this supreme murderous atmosphere!

"Snow doesn't touch..." Dugu Youwei's throat tightened, his hand holding the sword tightened, and his whole body trembled with excitement.

When Yang Gucheng saw this knife, his mind was also in a trance.

Only four words came to his mind - "invincible".

"Master...what's the name of this knife?" Dugu closed his eyes and fixed his mind and firmly grasped the handle of the knife.

The murderous spirit on the knife was transmitted to him, making him no longer tremble in an instant, as if he had changed.

"When you see him, you say "no snow", which is called [no blood]."

"No blood..."

He opened his eyes again and looked at the long knife in his hand.

The will of war, the infinite will of war burned from the body.

Test knife, challenge, killing, blood...

A word that has never appeared in my mind before, with the knife, passed through my mind.

"Do you want to try it?"

Yang Gucheng's eyes shine.

It's like someone else died under his own knife. Anyone who dies under such a knife, even if he is a hero, will have no regrets in his life.

"Think."

If it had been in the past, I would never dare to say my desire so directly! But now it's different. There is no blood in my own hands.

"Come if you want!"

In silence, he cut the knife and got Yang Gucheng's right hand.

Dugu Youwei has disappeared from the original place and turned into a light with a knife!

choking!!

With no blood, he cut the head of the ancient city of Yang heavily. This blow is ruthless!

Yang Gucheng sighed and shook his head slowly.

The blood has been easily stopped by cutting its head, half a foot away.

Two excellent knives intersect, and snowflakes splash everywhere.

However, there is no blood.

Yang Gucheng shook his head again and sighed heavily. He pulled away the blood and said, "Even if there is no blood, your knife is too far away..."

You must not die under your knife like this. If I die, can you save your life and your knife?

A cold light flashed in Yang Gu's eyes and said, "From today on, I will pass on all the essence of the cutting knife to you. You can practice ten times harder!"

"Yes!"

The blood does not touch the hand.

Strong fighting spirit.

Do you want to kill people? Then make your knife method more sharp!