Chapter 24 Saving

In the world of swords, the biggest difference between Jindan sword cultivation and foundation sword cultivation is swordsmanship.

Building the foundation sword practice only mastered the sword technique of close attack, and Jindan sword practice has formed its own swordsmanship from the sword skill.

Swordsmanship, a long-range attack method, skill, the end of the Tao. Swordsmanship is a kind of spell when sword practitioners first dabbled in kendo. It is the power of swordsmanship, control swords, and kill enemies thousands of miles away.

On the ring, Ma Chong took the lead in launching the attack. Although he carried the top-quality magic weapon long sword in his hand, his momentum was fierce, and the attack was as loud as the Milky Way. A long sword was used by him to exert a magnificent momentum like a flying dragon, and the endless fire power roared on the ring.

Thousands of sparks splashed everywhere, and the long sword suddenly appeared in the firelight, which was the moves in the magic of the British fire sword. However, in Ma Chong's hand, these originally light and elegant moves became calm and restrained, simple and fierce. Unexpectedly, Deng Che was forced to retreat repeatedly.

Regression is not necessarily a trace of defeat. On the contrary, in the eyes of some visionary people, Deng Che's defense is not exposed, like clouds and flowing water. It seems to retreat, but it is full of the light smell of clouds and wind. The flying sword in his hand always blocks the sharp attack of the horse at a time when it cannot be released. It is extremely unrestrained and obviously has never been used. Full strength.

Once the two attacked and closed, the attacker was simple and direct, opening and closing, fierce and unparalleled; the defenders did not splash water, stretching and finely, round and tough, and became a stalemate for a while.

Those onlookers' low-level sword practitioners are fascinated, look mad, and the power of swordsmanship can be glimpsed from the violent collision airflow.

Zhang Yan frowned. Although he knew that Ma Chong would inevitably lose to Deng Che, who was a higher level in both strength and equipment, he couldn't help but be a little puzzled when he looked at Ma Chong's rampaging and desperate play.

Apart from the danger, doesn't he know that the loss of such a way is more than several times that of the other party?

"No, Brother Ma is afraid it's dangerous!" The snow tower standing behind him suddenly lost its voice.

Zhang Yan was stunned, and the scene in front of him was only a confrontation in the eyes of ordinary people. How did Xuelou, an uncultivated mortal, see it?

Zhang Yan asked.

Xue Lou's little face stared at the ring and explained, "Brother Ma's attack is sharp and fierce, but his strength seems to be lacking. He is always blocked by the old man with very little power. If it goes on like this, in less than a quarter of an hour, Brother Ma will definitely be exhausted and defeated. Even if the old man is determined to counterattack, Ma Big brother will be defeated in a cup of tea.

Zhang Yan's heart was shocked. This little guy has such a precise vision!

The Jindan monk's attack is very fast, faster than lightning. Ordinary people can't see the traces of their action at all. Even in the blink of an eye, they can attack dozens or even hundreds of times. And the little guy Xue Lou not only saw it clearly, but also had a more old-fashioned vision than some cultivated monks, and his judgment ability against the battle was more accurate. How could this not shock Zhang Yan?

Zhang Yan became more and more curious about Xuelou and asked, "Did you see these all by yourself?"

Xue Lou was paying attention to the war situation. Hearing the words, he said blankly, "Am I wrong with what I said? No, I can see it clearly..."

"I... I... also saw clearly, Brother Ma... he is in a bad situation!" Xue Rou, who had been standing aside obediently, saw that her brother's expression was a little depressed and comforted her.

"What! Can you also see the advantages and disadvantages of the war? Zhang Yan was shocked again, and his eyes swept around Xue's brother and sister, with undisguised shock on his face.

These siblings must not be ordinary children!

Snow cold mountain? Yunyao saw at a glance that Xuelou was a child in the snow-cold mountain. Is there any hidden story in it...

Yun Yao's face is extremely gloomy. He has lived in Qionghua Sword House since he was a child. Yun Zangkong, the owner of the house, is his own uncle. No one dares to disobey his will, let alone threaten him. And now, someone threatened him to chop his hands?

This anger is absolutely unbearable!

"Brother, are you really going to kill that man?" Qingmei's eyes withdrew from the ring. Seeing Yunyao's face ugly, she couldn't help whispering.

"Of course, it's hard to solve my hatred if I don't kill him. Humph, sister, didn't you hear that he was going to chop my hands? It's disgusting!" It's okay not to ask. Yunyao's face is even more ugly, and his eyes show undisguised anger.

"Brother, you didn't find that the man was accompanied by a Jindan period monk. He must be a big deal. Don't get into trouble." He frowned and made a warning.

"Well, so what? Isn't it just the sword cultivation in the early days of a golden elixir, and Deng Che can solve him." Yun Yao was stunned, a little dissatisfied with his sister's persuasion, and his tone became low.

Seeing this, Qingmei sighed in her heart, glanced at Zhang Yan, and said for a while, "I'm not dispelling my brother's enthusiasm. The key is that until now, I can't see the depth of that person's strength."

Yun Yao was stunned and found that he had forgotten to explore the boy's cultivation from beginning to end. He glanced at Zhang Yan and his pupils shrank, and he couldn't see Zhang Yan's strength!

How is that possible?

I am a great perfection in building a foundation, and I can't detect the depth of that boy. Could it be the sword cultivation of the Jindan period?

Yun Yao's heart was sinking, his face was gloomy, and he was about to drip out of water. After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Well, when I went out, my uncle gave me a top-quality spiritual weapon. What's more, when Deng Che solves his opponent, even if the boy is a Jindan monk, he will die.

Qingmei doesn't say much.

At this time, Deng Che, who was about to retreat to the edge of the ring, suddenly shouted, and the two-foot flying sword in his hand burst out thousands of fires, rolling up thousands of fire waves and rushing to the exposed horse.

The horse was caught off guard, his body paused in mid-air, and quickly retreated. His face had become ugly, and Deng Che finally began to counterattack.

His heart sank, and the horse couldn't think too much. He was about to encourage Zhenyuan, who had few left, to rush forward again, but he saw Deng Che's body like a flash of lightning, and at the same time, the sound of the sword in his hand came suddenly.

It's so fast!

Ma Chong's pupils shrank, gritted his teeth and waved the long sword in his hand, and stabbed the oncoming Deng Che fiercely in a way that both sides were injured, completely ignoring his body and was completely exposed to Deng Che's sword light.

Deng Che's eyes flashed, but he didn't want to fight so hard with Ma Chong, and the flying sword in his hand was fiercely split.

Touch!

A loud noise made and the airflow rolled.

The people present were hit by lightning in their ears, making a buzzing sound, and their blood tossed, and they couldn't help retreating back.

And the horse was hit hard, and the sword in his hand was broken into more than a dozen pieces in an instant. His body retreated more than ten steps back, and a mouth spewed out a mouthful of blood.

Ma Chong was injured!

After Deng Che's hit, his speed did not decrease at all. He shouted again, and the flying sword turned into a firelight, simply rushed to the horse to the chest.

Zhang Yan's eyes were cold, his body shook, and he shot at the ring.

At this time, two figures suddenly appeared in mid-air and stopped in front of Zhang Yan first. It was Yunyao and Qingmei. The two held the shining swords in their hands, as if they had expected Zhang Yan to be so ordinary.

Looking for death!

Zhang Yan made a decision immediately, and his speed did not decrease at all. He was bare-handed, like a shell, roaring straight towards the two people.