Here, Jian Twelve's swordsmanship towards death instantly defeated the opponent in front of him.
It didn't take much longer than Qin Langge did at night.
He then gently raised his head and sent a provocative look not far away.
However, Qin Langge didn't show much expression in response to such a provocative look.
This kind of swordsmanship was only slightly stronger than him.
Regardless of whether he used his full strength or not, such a swordsman was indeed worthy of his serious treatment.
It seems that the chaos here has turned into a one-sided situation.
Qin Langge and others all dealt with their opponents instantly, but don't forget that the number of men in black far exceeds all the people here.
For experts, the human sea tactic may not be very useful, but what about those people with ordinary martial arts skills?
The light of the sword, the shadow of blood, regardless of the righteous path or the evil path, seemed to have reached an agreement in a silent language at this moment, and Yue Izuyun, who saw the number of people in black around him gradually increasing, became more and more worried at this moment.
"It seems that I can't delay it any longer.
No matter life or death, I have to risk my life and fight.
If this continues, there is no way to deal with this guy in front of me."
Yue Izuyun secretly made a decision in his heart, and several experts present also set their sights on Yue Izuyun.
"Don't worry about me.
Go help others.
I'll take care of this guy.
You don't think this is all my strength."
Hearing this, Jian Twelve raised an expectant smile on his lips, turned around, sheathed his dagger and struck out with his long sword.
He rushed into the crowd without stopping, causing a rain of blood along the way.
"Hey, you really think highly of me.
But since you think so highly of me, I can't let you down.
If I want to be friends, I must at least be as strong as you."
A smile appeared on Yue Izuyun's lips, and his left hand holding Fengming Qiuwu suddenly felt a tremor.
Trembling has nothing to do with fear, it's just because every middle school boy has a trace of passion buried in his heart.
This is the Jianghu, and there are grievances and resentments in the Jianghu, but the most indispensable thing is still blood.
The figure landed on the ground, Yue Chuyun's right finger paused for a moment, then brought up an invisible sword energy towards Ye Wuxiu as if he was accumulating strength.
"bite" Ye Wuxiu instantly turned sideways, and when he turned around, he saw that the iron fan used to block the sword energy had been completely split into two by the sword energy just now.
"Finally don't want to hide anymore?"
A sneer appeared on Ye Wuxiu's face.
He let go and let the half of the iron fan in his hand slowly fall to the ground.
With a flick of his sleeve, he saw a short sword slowly fall into his right hand.
Such movements appeared in Yue Izumo's sight like slow motion, but in fact they only appeared in a split second.
A little closer to his feet, Ye Wuxiu seemed to be worried that Yue Izuyun would regain his sword energy to deal with him.
When he took advantage of this pause, he approached Yue Izuyun at a speed close to that of an afterimage.
He spun the dagger in his hand and then clenched it with his backhand.
Flying towards Yue Izumo's eyes.
"The phoenix cry has seven strings, and the broken strings have seven notes.
The broken strings have seven unique sounds.
They are born from the phoenix cry, especially such a simple sword spirit."
"The seven sounds have names, one of which is called palace."
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped at this moment, Yue Izuyun's fingers stopped firmly on the strings, until the temperature in front of his eyes seemed to have dropped because of the dagger, and then the strings caused a strong fluctuation of internal energy, He headed straight towards the dagger.
"This sword energy is not good" Ye Wuxiu's pupils shrank, he interrupted his move without hesitation, and retreated in a strange arc in mid-air.
Then he heard several screams coming from behind him.
It didn't take much thinking to know that these screams were all because of what he had just done.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
That sword energy.
"Such a strong sword energy" "It is originally a very strong sword energy."
Before Ye Wuxiu could regain his senses, Yue Chuyun's exaggerated cry had already come from before him.
A touch of disdain rose on Ye Wuxiu's face.
If he was fighting with the Qinyin Sword Qi, he would naturally be unable to do anything to Yue Izumo for a while.
But now that Yue Izumo had come up by himself, the murderous aura in Ye Wuxiu's eyes suddenly became stronger. point.
"court death" Ye Wuxiu snorted coldly, and rotated the dagger in his hand back to his forehand.
There was a hint of chill on the blade, and he headed towards Yuechuyun without hesitation.
This sword was very fast, as fast as a flash of cold light.
Countless people died under this sword, so Ye Wuxiu naturally did not think that Yue Izuyun could avoid this sword.
"bite"
There was another sound of gold and iron intersecting, and Ye Wuxiu's eyes were filled with a trace of shock, and his body suddenly flew back, but a trace of blood still floated in the air the moment Ye Wuxiu stepped away.
Feeling the pain on his arm, Ye Wuxiu couldn't believe that the blood stain was actually his own.
Somehow, Feng Ming had returned behind Yue Izuyun, and instead, a long, narrow wooden sword-like sword fell into Yue Izuyun's hand.
The dagger was broken into two sections again, and it could cut off Ye Wuxiu's dagger with one strike, which was enough to prove that the sword in Yue Izuyun's hand was indeed not a wooden sword.
The qin is called Feng Ming and the sword is named Qiu Wu.
This is the real Feng Ming Qiu Wu.
"What an exaggerated fighting style," Shuqi, who was not far away and was paying attention to Yue Izumo while killing the black-clad killer around him, couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Indeed, when fighting at a distance, use Qinyin Sword Qi to fight against the enemy, leaving the opponent powerless.
When the opponent gets close, he turns to fighting with swordsmanship.
This kind of attack method is really unheard of and unseen by our family."
Li The father-in-law also praised with his voice that seemed to be laughing all the time.
Qingcheng smiled when he heard this: "It is indeed unprecedented, but it seems that this is the real way of using Fengming Qiuwu."
"Of course it is the most suitable combat method for Feng Ming Qiu Wu."
A trace of madness flashed in Yue Izuyun's eyes, and the Qiuwu sword in his hand was able to draw the sword at a speed that was not weaker than Qin Langge's Sword Twelve.
Ye Wuxiu was shocked again.
With such a speed of drawing a sword, how could the person using the sword be so poor in swordsmanship?
"The Broken String Qijue was born because of Feng Ming, and the Qingjue Shadow Song was respected by Qiu Wu.
Both of these two unique skills emerged because of this Qin and one sword.
Naturally, they are the most suitable skills for this Qin and one sword.
Although I I am unable to understand Qing Jueying Song, but when I learn Qing Jueying Song for the first time, I will automatically enter the system's display state.
The system controls the heaven-level swordsmanship performed by this body.
This riding horse is my strongest trump card."
Yue Izuyun completely gave up control of his body with a deep heart, and his soul seemed to be silently watching every move of the outside world in his body.
This state made Tsuki Izumo very curious.
The true meaning of "Qingjue Shadow Song" lies in the word shadow.
Shadow is born by the sword.
Yue Izumo can figure this out, but then he said that the shadow is controlled by the sword, and the sword is assisted by the shadow.
When the shadow and sword are united, they are the strongest. momentum Yue Izuyun didn't understand, but the next moment he saw himself drawing the sword, he completely realized that this sword technique was definitely not weaker than the sword techniques used by Qin Langge and Jian Twelve.
As soon as the sword came out, a phantom seemed to appear in front of Ye Wuxiu's eyes.
Behind Qiu Wujian, there seemed to be a faint shadow of the sword, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to be nothing.
It was not until the sword came before his eyes that Ye Wuxiu realized that what he had just seen was not an illusion at all, and that sword shadow actually existed.
However, this was not all.
What frightened Ye Wuxiu was that the sword had a shadow, as black as ink, and there seemed to be a figure as black as ink behind Yue Izuyun.
The figure was cold and ruthless, carrying the ultimate killing blow.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
The moment the sword was drawn out, it merged with itself and landed heavily in front of Ye Wuxiu.
The art of shadow sword, this is the strongest point of Qingjue Shadow Song.
Only when there is a sword can there be a shadow, but in one thought, it has been achieved that only when there is a shadow, there is a sword.
The sword and the shadow merge into one, making it difficult for the opponent to tell whether the sword is a shadow or a sword.
This sword is a sure kill Facing this sword, Ye Wuxiu found that he had no way to resist it.
A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stared at the trajectory of the sword, and then shouted out of thin air: "Don't take action yet."
"clang" With a loud noise, Yue Izuyun's sword hit a long sword as black as ink without hesitation, and then flew backwards
.
: