The rain of blood was crushed ruthlessly in the shadow of the cold light sword, and the sword wind that smelled of sorrow was sometimes alert and sometimes surging, as if the clear spring flowing out of the thin bamboo merged into the ocean, transforming into a huge sky-turning wave, and did not give the black scorpion under the wave at all. , Any chance of breathing.
The two have fought for a long time, you come and I will not let each other down. Compared with Wen Renshou's nearly perfect swordsmanship, Black Scorpion is a soft sword master, coupled with the unpredictable route of the left hand sword, the personal style is even more strong.
When the black scorpion walks the sword, it can always use weak body movements to cause the overall sword style. Although the soft sword is soft, with the black scorpion's yang blessing, it can also become like a stinging sword, with a terror of one click. Penetration.
Even though he was sorrowful, he was cut through the silver face and shaved off a few black hair when he first saw it, but he also used this to find a space for counterattack, and stabbed the black scorpion's waist with a hidden sword under him, although he was hidden afterwards. The fatal blow was hit, but the sword glow formed by Yin Qi still scratched his waist. The wound was not big, but because of the cold air carried by the Yin Qi Long Sword, the blood flow continued.
"Who is this son!" The young black scorpion also once crossed the gray realm. He had surpassed countless masters of swordsmanship. He believed that he would not suffer from any opponents. Now, even though he is in the middle-aged state, his sword style Not as sharp as when he was young, and advancing daily, but the swordsmanship is more and more fulfilling his expectations.
Such a proud and arrogant peerless master, now that after his most confident killer shot down, he was caught by the opponent's flaw and suffered the long-lost blood and blood pain, and it was inevitable that his mood was a little shaken.
After sensing the subtle changes, Wen Renchou realized that the opponent's actions were not as terrifying as the initial fight. After a sword strike, he immediately changed his sword style and became open and closed. In the eyes of Black Scorpion, the opponent His movements became much slower than before, but for some reason, the rapier in his hand seemed to be sucked, and he could only barely follow Wen Renshou at an exact rhythm, unable to effectively increase the speed of the sword and counterattack.
But Jiang is still hot, and Black Scorpion, with his rich combat experience, quickly realized that there was a problem with his state of mind. Even though it was extremely subtle, it still gave a slight pause in the originally tight sword road, and the opponent caught it. At this point, I didn't hesitate to switch to swordsmanship that lacked details but was more than powerful.
For a while, Black Scorpion couldn’t help sighing that the times have changed. One generation will only be stronger than the next. This phenomenon is particularly obvious among young people. Geniuses are rushing towards the heels of the older generation at an incomparable rate of progress. Come.
"But it's too early, and it's not the time when you can be presumptuous." Hei Scorpion changed his previous euphemistic sword style, and leaned forward after he was forced to retreat from the sorrow. He stepped through a pool of blood under his feet. In a short time, he resorted to several tricks. The road pierced so sharply that Wen Renshou could only fall into passive defense.
Only then did the horror of the left-hand sword really begin to be revealed to Wen Ren's sorrow.
No matter how many steel chains have been cut down in the blood water, the surrounding stone walls are even more miserable. Not only was the sharp sword light hit countless gaps, but also because of the blood splashing, the wall was broken. Above and below the stone walls, there was also blood stained, gravelly rugged, and there was no safe way to go.
Although Wen Renshou was suppressed, he did not panic. Not only did he not reveal any flaws, but he switched to a more stable and defensive swordsmanship. The overall sword wind also changed from the waves to the rapids, which seemed steep, but in fact it was easy to do.
The black scorpion who personally experienced felt cold sweat crawling up his back, hearing the melancholic swordsmanship and the changing sword style that followed. In his eyes, not only did he not feel a sense of disobedience, but it was even as smooth as a countless musical instrument. The sounds converge out of a symphony.
"Is this perfect swordsmanship?" All swordsmanship masters undoubtedly had the same dream at the beginning, that is, to compose a perfect sword book that can be used in the annals of celebrity history, no matter what weapon they face, any scene they are in. , When encountering any adversary, you can be fearless. In that state, only the word invincible is enough.
The more he thinks about it, his sword will become sharper and sharper, and the speed of his sword will increase accordingly. It is as if he has been given a superb speed, and he cannot be as easy as he did at the beginning. In addition to improving the accuracy of swordsmanship, he also relies on Yin Qi The condensed long sword has also been raised to 100% purity by him. To put it bluntly, this is the performance of Wen Renchou treating the opponent as a strong opponent.
In this death battle of the master of swordsmanship, whoever has the intention to retreat will be pierced with a sword by the opponent, and become a part of this place in the death and blood rain.
The two fought from one stone wall to the other. In addition to the swordsmanship duel, there were occasional boxing fights, but regardless of the outcome, either side seemed to have a huge advantage, and the other side would be able to deal with each other successfully. Caused objective injuries to each other, except for a little blood oozing on the skin of the two of them, there was no deeper injury.
Just after the black scorpion’s sword light barely pierced Wenren’s melancholic skin for the third time, and the third time in a row, the latter seemed to be alert, he did not hesitate to reveal the flaws, and was slightly stabbed for the fourth time. With a tough sword approach, he completely forced the opponent away, and he also took advantage of the situation to jump back in succession, pulling a safe distance.
What has been discovered has made Wen Renxian, an experienced Demon Slayer, take the initiative to retreat and find a chance to breathe.
"A wise choice, after I enter the state, no one can survive the seventh sword." The black scorpion trembled with his left hand to remove the rain of blood on the sword body, and he stood under the blood rain with a rapier on his back, although It releases Yang Qi to resist the rain above his head, but it is still inevitable to be stained with a little scarlet when fighting against it.
Where Wen Renshou retreated, there happened to be a stone wall protruding to cover the blood rain. He was holding a long sword, with the tip of the Yin Qi long sword pointing diagonally to the ground, under the silver face, his eyes flickering, as if thinking about something.
Neither of them chose to take the lead. Wenrenshou seemed to be thinking about countermeasures, while Black Scorpion seemed to be waiting for something.
"That's the case." Soon after, the pothole on the ground was soaked with blood again, and Wen Renshou mumbled to himself as if he had suddenly realized. Although the black scorpion was far away, he noticed that Wen Renshou seemed to say something.
"You have scorpion eyes," Wen Ren said grimly.
"Oh, why did you say that." Hei Xie couldn't help but sneered, did not deny or agree, but only slightly questioned.
"Hmph, my tail has already exposed stings, don't you know it?"
For a moment, after figuring it out, he couldn't help laughing.
"Friends have good eyesight. They are obviously covered by masks, but you still know them." (End of this chapter)