A moment of anger almost gave her right leg a sign of conscious recovery. She was almost certain that if Luo Siming really dared to kiss her, the broken leg would definitely be able to be kicked out smoothly.
It was just at this time that he suddenly walked away due to something, which made Shen Yiren feel an inexplicable sense of loss.
If he gets closer, maybe his right leg can really come back to life!
But without this intense disgust from the bottom of my heart, no matter how hard I tried, I still didn't feel the slightest bit in my right leg.
This day did not last long.
It was so easy, and finally another person came.
Shen Yiren didn't know who this person was, but he was even more disgusting than Luo Siming. And after saying some words that animals and the like often talk about, they grinned and leaned over.
Shen Yiren tightened his nerves, like an old hunter who had seen his prey.
As a result, it really proved that Shen Yiren was right.
The right leg flew like lightning as imagined, hitting the target with precision.
That kick was so beautiful.
Shen Yiren in the Civic wiped his arrogant little nose and smiled like a devil.
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Chapter 58 The Fury of the Wind
On the same night, on the outskirts of Canghu Town.
"too weak."
The man retracted his broad palm, and the corner of his mouth curved into a masculine arc.
"Nineteen cuts of Yanling, claiming to be the No. 1 figure in Shandong, how can it be so useless..."
The night wind blew, and under the crowd watching, the picture seemed to stand still.
The masked man flicked his palm lightly, and the blood droplets on his hand fell to the ground like a hidden weapon, creating a few small pits. His skill was astounding. His opponent seemed to stand still as if his soul had been shattered by the opponent's palm. And the remaining body, at this time, the blood of the big canopy burst out, and when it was blown by the wind, it fell to the ground as if it could not bear its own weight.
The man just finished speaking.
"... I can't even catch a punch from me."
This man's attire is very strange, his appearance is rough, his height is terrifying, and he still stands out from the crowd in height. The lean muscles on the body rise and fall like mountains, and you can feel the power contained in them even if you don't show them deliberately. A large exaggerated weapon is slanted on his back, and the handle should be the handle that a sword should have. But it was wrapped tightly in the tarpaulin, and it was impossible to see what kind of weapon it was.
Next to the giant blade, in the middle of his back, there is a big burden.
Even with this man's gigantic size, this burden is too large, and it looks very cumbersome. The owner of the bag doesn't seem to cherish or hide the things in it - most of the things in the bag are exposed. The cloth bag was just a casual wrap, and the ends of various weapons of swords, spears, swords and halberds were exposed outside, and it seemed that there were no less than twelve or three handles. Although there are not many parts exposed, the edge that occasionally flashes can't help but make people suspicious.
Among the crowd watching the duel between the two of them, the proportion of warriors in the rivers and lakes was overwhelmingly high. The fact that the famous weapon was hidden in the package was spread in less than a quarter of an hour. At this moment of turmoil, someone snatch the weapon, which is like Mars falling into the wasteland, attracting a dense crowd in an instant.
Even without these onlookers, it would not be difficult to find out that the man had seized the sword, because the man did not want to hide it at all. Instead, it was exactly what he wanted.
This man swaggered out on the outskirts of this group of evil gatherings, started talking, and challenged the masters here one after another. Every time he won a person, he took away the opponent's armor. No matter what occasion, no place, no opponent, just fight when you are strong along the way. Fighting all the way from the southern suburbs of the town to the eastern suburbs, he captured dozens of weapons.
Right now, it's another handle.
The man inserted the Zijin Yanling Sabre, the sword of the Yanling Nineteen Cuts that he had just defeated, into the baggage. There was no apparent joy in the man who had harvested the spoils, and it seemed that he had just done something trivial.
It is not new news that someone in Canhu Town is hunting for weapons, but this is the first time that someone is robbing weapons in public. But the rest of the onlookers were all pale, and obviously not everyone had the courage to rush up.
The man's eyes swept around, and seeing that no one dared to go up, he turned around and wanted to walk away, when suddenly someone in the crowd shouted.
"stop!"
"Hahaha, tell me to wait."
The man looked up to the sky and laughed, without turning his head, but he had already guessed who was coming: "Kangshamen's swordsmanship is known as a must, but it is a strange flag in the sword sect. Sure enough, among the martial artists living in the eastern suburbs, The most important is the mad monk who scolded the master."
Kuangshamen is a must in Shaanxi. He is proud of the world with a sand sword, and is highly praised in the sword sect.
The Kuangsha Sect master stood with a knife and waited in a serious line: "You are the one who has been hunting famous weapons recently? We have wrongly blamed the eldest sister of Longfeng Store. It turns out that the real culprit is someone else."
The man had a rare look of contempt.
"Hunting the famous weapon? I don't do that kind of thing that hides the head and shows the tail. If you succeed in a blow, even if it is far away, it should be divided into a target, right?"
The implication is obviously that you are not qualified to ask me to hide my head and show my tail.
The mad ascetic master said angrily: "You have the ability to speak loudly, and you must have the awareness not to be slapped in the face on the spot."
The man didn't seem to hear this sentence, and looked at the mad monk with a certain yearning in his eyes.
"I heard that Kuangshamen's swordsmanship can cut down seven grains of sand with one sword in the yellow sand filled with rage. The essence of the skill has reached the high-quality realm of swordsmanship. It is the dream opponent of my generation of swordsmen. ."
Everyone knew at this time that behind this big man was a giant sword.
The sect master listened to him complimenting his sect's unique skills, and his old face wrinkled like the wind and sand relaxed a little: "It turns out that you thief is not completely ignorant, but you know that this sect's unique skills are powerful."
Although this man is strong, the sect master is not completely without confidence. This man was carrying a heavy load from the beginning, and the giant blade was probably not two hundred kilograms. He is also arrogant, and he is partial to learning the art of hunting with the famous weapon. Take away all the weapons, just one or two. Now that he has dozens of weapons on his body, I'm afraid it will not add up to six or seven hundred pounds? Carrying such a heavy load is bound to hinder the movement, and you only need to deal with it with a quick word, and you will have a good chance of winning. And Kuangshamen's quick knife has always been a fair skill in martial arts.
"Yeah." The man didn't know what was going on in the mind of the sect master, he laughed and said, "So I'll try it today."
After the words were finished, the huge body turned around, and the air flow was surging like a gust of wind. At that time, someone couldn't stand and fell. How can an ordinary turn have such power? This man has broad shoulders and broad back, and his body is like a huge shield. The force of the turn is great, and the internal power is even more excellent. Only the airflow of this turn can blow people to the left and right.
The sect master knows that this is not accidental, but a mental technique that will only be used in battles, to gain the effect of being the first to win, and the next will be a fierce attack. Before I could think about it, a silver arc flashed out when I drew the knife.
"Sand God Sword Technique - Six Kills Become Benevolent!!"
The silver arc flashed in six circles, and the blade technique was as fast as the wind. The connection between the previous blade and the next blade was almost non-existent, and it was impossible to see the slightest chisel. Everyone outside the arena meditated on how they would be able to resist this gust-like sword technique if they moved to another place.
However, no matter how fast the six knives were, they could never be delivered within a foot of the man who was carrying the heavy load. It is so far away, but that one foot away seems to be the end of the world. Six knives were exhausted, but he still couldn't do anything about it. This man's cultivation is far beyond the estimation of the sect master.
The man showed a proud smile.
"I heard that there is only one move before and after the Sand God Saber Technique. However, to achieve the ultimate skill of killing seven sands with one knife, you must go through seven stages. The first one is called seven kills. Every time you go up a level, you subtract one kill. . As the sect master, can you only go to the sixth kill?"
- That's also in line with the weapon's insecurity.
The man was stunned by the surprise of the sect master, and he fell on the hilt of the knife, and the sand god treasure knife was about to fall into his hands. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up around him. Although he was in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, he thought for a moment that he was in a wild sand desert. The sand and dryness that came from the face were not things that should have appeared today.
But the man's hesitation only lasted for a moment. The five winds beside him turned into a pale figure and swept past quickly, crashing into the arms of the sect master, and the two flew out together. The man was about to reach out to grab it, but it was too late to catch up.
Until it stopped, the pale figure showed the appearance of a young man with slender limbs, thin and pale. He has long hands and long feet, and when he stands, he bends slightly, but his hands are so long that they almost drop to the ground. After he rescued the Sect Master Huogan, he wrapped his hands around the Sand God's Treasure Sword, and his posture was very strange, like a wolf standing. He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and then threw out the scrap metal in his hand.
It turned out that he used a knife to save people just now, but was punched by the man and smashed his saber into a piece of rotten iron.