Said to go out, but to go out.
Luo Yan didn't even have time to feel angry, and noticed that there were three sword marks on his clothes, all of which were left by that move just now. This move was filled with four swords, three of which were in Luo Yan's body. If the words 'skills are not as good as people' are real, it is probably true if they are drawn in a moment.
"The Guizang Sword Formation really lives up to its reputation, this old man is willing to bow down..."
Luo Yan didn't give up at all: "It's just that the four of you stay together, dare not leave, and you can't leave your young master for half a step. If I leave, you can't keep me. If you come, forgive the four of you. live."
These words hit the key point of Hanmei's Four Swords. Their mission is to protect the head of the Luo family, and they cannot leave Luo Si's life for half a step. In addition, their Guizang Sword Formation was originally created for defense. Fighting alone, everyone is not Luo Yan's opponent. On that day, they went to chase the martial arts masters, but they were taken away one by one, which taught them a lesson.
For a time, Hanmei Sijian was indecisive.
"Get out of the way and let me come."
"Little Lord?"
Luo Siming strode forward, waving his hands to signal the four swords to make way.
"It's my job to deal with family thieves, I don't need you."
Luo Yan looked at the appearance of his striding, and the face similar to that of his elder brother, and couldn't help but think of Luo Ming's look when he was leading him through the rivers and lakes when he was besieged and wanted to carry it alone. He couldn't help but shake for a while, he exercised his energy to restrain his mind, and sneered.
"You have four swords to protect you, and you are invincible today. Do you really want to fight me?"
"Luo Yan, since you are trying to seize power, as the head of the Luo family, why don't I dare to fight you?"
"Okay, be happy, that's what makes it interesting."
"But I have a condition."
Luo Siming removed Si Ming-Jun and inserted it into Shijian: "I don't need Si-Ming-Jun in this battle, and you can't use Yan Huang. This pair of supreme weapons originally existed for the Luo family. They should not be used as hostiles."
Luo Yan pondered for a while, nodded and said, "I agree." He inserted Yan Huang's backhand into his back, spread his palms, and his palms turned blood red in a short time.
Luo Siming sighed: "Lie Yang's Liver and Gallbladder Recording is really a wonderful skill. It's a pity that some people did bad things and pushed this martial arts to the deep end of evil."
Luo Yan's face sank: "Ignorance child, why is there so much nonsense, take it!"
With a roar, a fiery strength shot out, slapped on a chair beside him, and was immediately smashed into pieces. The debris was attached to Luo Yan's palm, and suddenly fell like a rain of fire. Luo Yan's majestic palm is hidden under the rain of fire, and the first shot is the palm of Jiucheng's power.
Luo Yan knows the strength gap between the two best.
Luosmin is not weak. His swordsmanship has never been worse than his own. Compared with the two swordsmanships of the Yanhuang Sword Art and the Siming Sword Record, even if they are hit next year, there will be no results. The difference between them is their internal strength and combat experience, which is where Luo Yan wins.
Therefore, Luo Yan didn't plan to compete with him in swordsmanship, and when he came up, he slammed with overwhelming skill. Even in a protracted war, Luo Yan's cultivation is longer and deeper, so naturally he takes advantage of it.
This palm is not abrupt, and the strength is even more intense and burning. The burning indoor air is like a piece of hot hot spring water, and it is a bit scorching to touch.
Luo Si's life was not in a hurry. The other people's sword fingers are placed side by side with the middle finger, but Luo Siming's sword finger is strange. The three fingers on his hand are centered on the ring finger, the middle finger is on the top, and the index finger is on the bottom, overlapping each other. It turned out to be a three-fingered sword finger.
The palm force slammed in front of him, and Luo Siming did not retreat a little, and he drew it out with one hand, like a meteor passing through the sky, drawing a snow-white frost in the sea of fire, breaking straight into the palm force. When his sword qi met Luo Yan's palm, it was like a hot steel knife cut with butter, and it was like a broken bamboo.
Said to be one finger, but actually three fingers. Luo Siming's sword finger is three fingers superimposed, and the finger force is deeper. Luo Yan's middle finger was suffocated, and the other half of his palm couldn't hold it, and his body fell softly to the ground.
"...Three, Sanshuang Yingbai, you, you practiced Sanshuang Yingbai!"
Luo Siming said indifferently: "Yes, I have practiced it. Why should the second uncle make a fuss, who has not practiced in the past generations of patriarchs? I'm just a little early."
This sentence was a bit early, but it caused Luo Yan on the ground to fall into memory.
The highest internal skill of the casting room is Lieyang Liver and Gallbladder Record, while the highest internal martial arts of the sword room is Taihanjing. But the master of the sword house, who is also the master of the Luo family, will practice one more stunt, called Sanshuang Yingbai.
This is a martial art based on the Great Cold Sutra, there are no special tricks, everything is won with the strange cold inner strength. But the coldness of the three frosts reflecting the whiteness is the nemesis of the blazing sun.
In other words, Sanshuang Yingbai sword finger is a martial art created for the sword room to restrain the casting room and prevent the power of the Luo family's patriarch from being lost.
This martial arts Luo Ming practiced on the same day, and he is already thirty years old. Luo Siming practiced this trick five years earlier than his father, and his talent is not low.
Luo Yan suddenly became excited: "You, you have practiced this martial art for a long time, and you are planning to deal with me!!"
"I didn't have any plans, but this martial art is the foundation of my swordsmanship. I have to practice it all night."
"You! You!! Cough cough cough!!"
Luo Yan was furious and coughed loudly, but he was hit on the acupoint and couldn't move. His face was as red as blood and he couldn't stop coughing. With a sweet throat, he coughed out a large mouthful of blood.
"Second uncle, are you alright?"
Luo Si ordered to pat his back to help him calm down, and Luo Yan gradually calmed down. While patting Luo Yan's back, Luo Siming realized that the second uncle was really old.
When I was young, my second uncle taught him to tie a horse and strike iron. At that time, the second uncle was very heroic, with a straight back like a high-quality steel sword from a casting room. Now he is old, and his back is hunched a lot, and he is no longer as brave as he used to be.
"Second uncle, why are you doing this? I never thought of dealing with you... Do you really want to be the owner of the village?"
"Si Ming..." Luo Yan lowered his head, his black hair was loose, mixed with blood, and his voice was slurred when he spoke.
"Actually, you are very good... I have known you are very good from the first day. However, your heart is too soft. Your conscience is too good to be the head of this family."
"Second uncle..."
Luo Yan spoke slowly, with a hint of regret in his tone.
"Like now, if you were willing to kill just now, you would have won."
Luo Yan suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Luo Siming's throat with a palm. Lie Yang's fiery energy traveled all over Luo Siming's body in an instant. The fire was not only unbearably painful, but also sealed his acupuncture points. Although Luo Siming has the internal strength of the Taihan Jing, his cultivation is far inferior. Without the help of Sanshuang Yingbai's sword, his internal strength is completely no match for Luo Yan.
"No, you really can't. I have to do all this."
Muttering these words, Luo Yan kept strengthening his strength.
This time it turned into an elbow, and the four swords were too late to stop it.
Luo Shiming is also inexplicable. He didn't understand why the finger just failed to seal Luo Yan's acupuncture point, but he still had the energy to stay.
The four swords reacted very quickly and moved side by side. Instead of rushing to attack, the four stood at the four corners and surrounded Luo Yan in the center.
Luo Yan shouted: "Don't move, or he will die at the hands of the old man immediately!"
"Traitor... you... you really want to usurp power."
"I don't have time to tell you about this, so I can only ask you to come with me. I've said it before, today you will be the king and the loser. Since you lose, you have to do what I did. If you want to blame Blame yourself for your weakness. If the elder brother was here, he would definitely not let go. If you were a ruthless killer just now, why would you be captured by me?"
Luo Siming ignored it, and just silently used his power. It's a pity that the meridians are restricted, and it's hard to lift half of the true qi.
But the current situation cannot be said that Luo Yan has the upper hand.
He held Luo Siming hostage, but was also surrounded by Hanmei's four swords.
He knew the power of the Guizang Sword Array. Being in the center of the formation is equivalent to sinking to death. This is different from the previous confrontation, which can allow him to retreat if he is not defeated. Since it is surrounded by four people, it is an endless situation.