Opening the can of comprehensive martial arts: Zhu Yuyan opens the mecha

Just when they were still shocked by the ability of the duck.

Different space!

At this time, Ximen Chuixue had already fought Yan Shisan with countless moves.

Ximen Chuixue was already at a disadvantage, and Yan Shisan had not even used the fourteenth fatal sword yet.

The two of them were separated at the first touch.

Ximen Chuixue's eyes seemed to be burning with flames. The murderous aura in his body continued to rise.

He exuded an unrivaled aura of going forward and rushed towards Yan Shisan.

Yan Shisan also Knowing that this was the last blow, he held a sword flower in his long sword, and faced him with a strong sense of death exuding from his body. At this time, both of them had forgotten everything, and all that existed in their eyes was the sword in the other's hand. Ximen Chuixue’s sword comes from the west, Yan Shisan’s life-threatening fourteenth sword,

"Ding!"With a sound, the swords of the two people touched each other, and an invisible energy suddenly spread out.

The artistic conceptions behind the two people continued to collide.

If this was not a different space,

I am afraid that everything around them would be destroyed by the two. People destroyed everything

"Bang!"

With a loud noise,

Ximen Chuixue was blown away.

He was obviously defeated and defeated by Yan Shisan.

However, Yan Shisan did not pursue the victory, but said softly:

"You lost!"

After hearing this, Ximen Chuixue's face was stunned.

He looked at the long sword in his hand, with a lonely look in his eyes.

Although the sword was in his hand, he had exhausted all the changes in his swordsmanship.

Now except Ye Gucheng's Heavenly Flying Immortal, he had no other moves to use. He let out a long breath, a solemn look flashed in his eyes, and looked at Yan Shisan in front of him:

"I still have one more sword. If you can take it, I will be defeated."

Yan Shisan nodded and looked at Ximen Chuixue in front of him solemnly.

This is respect for a swordsman and a strong man.

Ximen Chuixue's eyes were closed tightly and he was holding his long sword in his hand. Sword, everything around him seemed to have calmed down, and his heart also calmed down.

Suddenly, a proud sword intention emanated from Ximen Chuixue. In this case, he actually understood Ye Gucheng's ethereal sword intention.

Although he was standing on the ground at that time, he seemed to be exuding an ethereal and peerless aura like a god in the sky.

A solemn look flashed across the eyes of Yan Shisan opposite him.

The artistic conception was difficult to understand.

How many masters were just because of the unknown? Being able to understand the artistic conception, he finally died on the road of being a master.

Unexpectedly, Ximen Chuixue in front of him could actually have two sword skills.

A trace of enthusiasm flashed on Yan Shisan's face. In this case, his sword skills would not be spread here anyway. , let’s try the fifteenth sword that he didn’t dare to use.

Yan Shisan thought, and an artistic conception of death spread towards the surroundings.

Everything around him began to quiet down, even Ximen Chuixue’s The misty sword intent seemed to have lost its vitality, and was directly eroded by Yan Shisan's death conception.

His body seemed to start to lose control, and an emotion of fear rose up from deep in his heart, which was directly displayed on his face. Come out.

He found that his sword-wielding hand began to tremble, and even the courage to draw the sword was shocked by the artistic conception of death.

Ximen Chuixue bit the tip of his tongue, and a stinging pain suddenly woke him up, ( To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

He knew that he could not drag it on any longer. His heart for seeking the truth would not die, and his heart of loneliness would not die. To prove the truth, Ximen Chuixue could even give up his life, so how could he even use the sword?

Ximen Chuixue immediately turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Yan Shisan. [] At this time, Ximen Chuixue had merged with the black sheath sword in his hand.

The light of the sword was like a flying rainbow, stabbing straight As he passed by, the sword light was brilliant and rapid.

His sword did not change, but it changed in thousands of ways.

He wanted to cut a way out of this death scene with the overwhelming sword intent.

The sword is the king of ten thousand soldiers,

A swordsman who practices swordsmanship must believe that the three-foot green edge in his hand can defeat all enemies in the world.

If he shrinks back and is afraid, his momentum will be lost by three points before the sword is even unsheathed , and he will naturally be defeated. Yan Yan Thirteen also opened his eyes, revealing pupils with the color of death without any life. At this time, his mind had been completely eroded by the artistic conception of death, and his body exuded the aura of violent destruction and cruel death, as if Like an evil ghost coming out of hell, the sword in his hand kept trembling, emitting a breath of destruction, which made people afraid. Seeing Ximen Chuixue flying over, a cruel and bloody smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the figure disappeared from the place. Suddenly a chill spread all over Ximen Chuixue's body. He was dead. He knew that he failed this time, because Yan Shisan's sword thrust would mean death, and there was no room for turning around. Two figures intertwined, Ximen Chuixue He felt a blur of consciousness. He knew that he had lost, but he smiled because he knew that Yan Shisan's success with the sword was due to his swordsmanship and his defeat was due to his pursuit of swordsmanship. He could not even control his own swordsmanship. A person is not worthy of being called a swordsman

"Uh-huh!"

Ximen Chuixue reappeared in the can shop with a smile on his face, startling Lu Xiaofeng who was teasing the duck, and almost threw the duck in his hand.

After discovering that it was Ximen Chuixue,

Lu Xiaofeng looked at With the smile on his face, he guessed that Ximen Chuixue must have won, and he immediately said with a smile:

"It seems like you have won, Simon.

Who is your opponent? Ximen

Chuixue smiled and shook his head, and said slowly:"No, I lost!""

"If you win, then...what, you lose?"

Lu Xiaofeng was mid-sentence when she suddenly froze.

Why was Ximen Chuixue so happy after losing? Did he get knocked unconscious during the competition

?!

Lu Xiaofeng was worried and reached out to feel Ximen Chuixue's pulse.

However, Ximen Chuixue ducked away with a puzzled look on her face:"What are you doing?!"

"Simon, it’s okay. Didn’t you just lose a competition?

Just win it back next time, no need to pretend to be strong like this"