Chapter 59 Domineering sweep
Xu Ge's opponent is an 18-year-old teenager who uses an ancient sword. His tricks are inherited from the ancient Taiji, meticulous and continuous, keeping his whole body secret.
The second opponent obviously made a detailed analysis of Xu Ge's offensive method. He adopted defensive tactics and has been fighting with Xu Ge. The scene was no longer as stormy as before, but became calm and fine.
"The opponent in front of Xu Ge is not easy to deal with." Cui Ranran, who watched the battle in the stands, was very nervous and clenched her hands into fists. Although she entered the realm of the master, although she had little combat experience, her eyes were very poisonous.
Cui Shan frowned and said, "This teenager obviously had an adventure and got an ancient martial art called Taiji Sword in ancient times. According to legend, this kind of martial arts is designed to strengthen the body and has no lethality, but it has a great auxiliary effect on physical strength and endurance. Even if Brother Xu can win, I guess it will be more than a hundred moves, and it will consume a lot of his real yuan, which is not good for the following games.
Lin Yin shook her head and said, "Xu Ge did not use all his strength, but wanted to learn the other party's tricks. He was very interested in Taiji Sword."
Indeed, as Her Royal Highness expected, Xu Ge is observing the number of ancient swords, because Qinchuan mainland and Yama mainland have been in turmoil all year round. Ancient martial arts such as Taiji Sword, which are not lethal but have a background, have been phased out. But such an elimination of martial arts bloomed in the hands of the ancient sword teenager, making Xu Ge's heart surging.
The ancient sword teenager knew that the other party was spying on his tricks, but he could not use an old trick, because the other party could quickly find flaws from his old tricks. In this lingering blade, the ancient sword teenager's set of ancient swordsmanship in the adventure has almost been exhausted by Xu Ge.
The ancient sword teenager tried his best to ensure that the moves were beautiful and unrestrained. At the same time, he constantly used new moves, softened around the sword, shook the sword, and constantly resisted the opponent's fierce attack on his own periphery.
"Hmm!" Xu Ge sneered and seemed to have finally figured out the essence of the Taiji Sword. He gently pressed the black blood hair behind him. The weapon was like a black dragon coming out of the abyss, emitting a horrible and bloody breath.
"What a domineering start!"
The master of the ancient sword teenager was shocked off the court. Because Xu Ge practiced blue blood and sunny days, the starting style has illusions, which can greatly boost his momentum. And the ancient sword teenager standing opposite was shocked by this amazing momentum and paused. However, the ancient sword teenager who was good at defense shook the sword and shook the flowers, made a circle, and quickly made up for the mistake.
However, as long as there is a flaw in the seemingly perfect defense, there will always be traces to follow.
Xu Ge held the black blood essence spear in his hand, and the unsightly spear actually made a squeak sound under the fullness of true air.
Cui Shan looked at the princess beside him and said, "The game seems to have just officially started. I didn't expect that Her Royal Highness really knows Xu Ge."
Lin Yin tried her best to control her anger towards Xu Ge and said solemnly, "Lord Cui should have found out a long time ago, but she didn't say anything."
Xichuan Lunwu's rostrum is a large attic with only a few people sitting on it. At this moment, no one made a sound except Cui Shan and the imperial princess. Lin Yin's voice was plain and indifferent. Cui Shan didn't feel it, but it made the squire riches behind him excited. This must be the legendary natural dragon power.
Cui Shan said, "Since I know that Brother Xu has been taught by the magic myth for two or three years, I think I should have absolute confidence in him. However, the murderous spirit of Brother Xu is too heavy, which hinders the later entry into the peak of martial arts.
Princess Lin Yin didn't say anything. Thinking of what happened that night, she was angry and hateful. It's not just murderous and hooliganism.
The rhythm on the field has been completely controlled by Xu Ge, and the black blood spear has turned into a dark shadow, setting off a huge momentum. The audience slightly closer to the battlefield can feel a powerful evil force, destroying the whole world.
Because of the Taiji sword that the ancient sword teenager has practiced for many years, the powerful Zhenyuan made him suppress the blood in his throat, but the enemy opposite seemed to have been demonized. He only felt that the power from his arm was getting heavier and heavier, and there was more and more blood accumulated under his throat.
Baimei, the master of the ancient sword teenager, couldn't sit still. He stood up and shouted, "I admit defeat! Qingtong! Re admit defeat to Qingtong!"
However, the ancient sword teenager felt desperate and suffocated because of the strong pressure exerted by his opponent, and he couldn't say the word admit defeat at all.
Xu Ge's thick eyebrows surged, and a pair of spears made it strange. Every collision hit a spark on the opponent's ancient sword. This is not a good phenomenon for the ancient sword teenager who is good at borrowing and venting power. Because this implies that the ancient sword teenager is also using his true power to fight against Xu Ge.
When the power is strong to a certain extent, it will only make the opponent unavoidable, which is the conclusion that Xu Ge has reached in Xihua Mountain for many years. In the face of huge waterfalls, avoiding will only make you buried under the water forever. In the face of powerful monsters, avoiding will only make you enter the other party's abdomen faster.
The ancient sword teenager did not adapt to this powerful impact at all. His right hand holding the ancient sword began to tremble. Although he was not an elite disciple of the Sanshan Wuyue sect, he once had the self-confidence of the first person under the age of 20. He is the hope for the revitalization of the whole sect. How can he be willing to taste failure in the second round of martial arts?
"I can't lose!" The ancient sword teenager spit out blood from his throat. Although he was so proud that he didn't want to spit out this blood, in order to win, he had to readjust his breath and change the battle situation on the field.
Xu Ge didn't want to cheer for his opponent, and he didn't want his opponent to have any qualification to turn over. Even if the ancient sword teenager abandoned his sword and surrendered the next moment, he didn't want his opponent to spit out a few mouthfuls of blood and drift away.
The speed of the black-blooded spear attack became faster and more directly. Under the bombardment of great power, the ancient sword actually appeared a slight crack. The ancient sword teenager didn't seem to pay attention to these. He held his breath, rolled down the red with one move, and attacked Xu Ge. This is the only killing move left in the ancient swordsmanship spectrum of Taiji, which is unparalleled in both strength and equity.
However, Xu Ge did not let this move shine. The black blood spear gathered from thousands to a point, forming a black light spot, quickly sped past the ancient sword and straight through the right arm of the ancient sword teenager.
Stop!
The ancient sword no longer moved forward a few inches away from Xu Ge, and the black blood spear penetrated a huge hole in the whole arm of the ancient sword teenager.
The indescribable pain made the ancient sword teenager forget his self-esteem. He only felt numbness coming from his right arm, and the whole bone of this right arm had been completely smashed.
"So I'm not a genius!" The teenager fainted.
Everyone present looked at the cruel scene in surprise and could not make a sound. After a while, some people began to vomit.
How tyrannical it is to see a full arm become a skin without bones and muscles.