call!
The broadsword from top to bottom directly brought up a gust of airflow, and the surrounding bushes were full of thorns. Under the pressure of this gust of wind, they immediately fell to the sides; and some young leaves hanging on the branches were here. Under the pressure of the wind, they rolled and flew into mid-air in an instant, and were immediately crushed, turning into puffs of green dust, as if a meat grinder appeared in the air above their heads.
"Go to hell!"
Robben, who is also the high priest of the temple and also the Great Elder, has ferocity in his widened eyes; obviously, he has no intention of showing mercy—when the broadsword was still some distance away from Deckard's head, Accelerated violently again; and this acceleration caused the previous downward wind pressure to suddenly stop; then, it became more violent; the thorny bushes that were just overwhelmed before were now like those young plants hanging on the branches. Ye Ban flew into the air and was crushed in an instant.
The green powder filled the two people's surroundings almost instantly, blocking the originally clear vision.
"Roben, I didn't want to compete with you! I am very satisfied with the current status of the owner!" Deckard closed his eyes the moment his vision was blocked—although the relationship between him and Robben The relationship is very poor, but also as a priest of the temple, he is very clear about Robben's strength; especially the opponent has a four-foot-long broadsword that is as wide as an adult's palm, and its power has long been recognized by the temple. People admire, communicators.
Moreover, Deckard is very clear that the reason why Robben chose the broad sword instead of the heavier giant sword was not because of lack of strength; on the contrary, in the entire temple, Robben's strength is definitely one of the best; he The reason why he chose the broadsword in his hand was because of a special set of sword-handling skills—for this set of sword-handling skills, Deckard had the other party’s father beg the high priest to give it to the other party to make up for the other party’s lack of strength; therefore, Deckard didn't know the power of this set of sword skills, but because of his understanding of the high priest, even though Deckard's face was still calm at this moment, he was cautious enough about this set of sword skills in his heart.
And the fact proves how important such caution is—if he hadn't planted his feet firmly on the ground for the stern wind pressure in front of Jianfeng, he would have been blown away; , after chopping down rapidly again, the original blowing force turned into an attracting force in an instant; even if Deckard's feet were stuck in the ground, he was made unstable by the rapidly changing force, and his body With a stagger, the empty door opened wide!
Fortunately, Deckard, who was full of vigilance, staggered because of the sudden interaction force, but he was prepared for it, but when the opponent's broadsword was about to sweep across his body, he went straight Crawled to the ground, and then rolled a series of times, dodging the opponent's originally fatal sword.
"Roben, can you listen to my explanation? I really don't have any idea of competing with you!"
After standing up again from the ground, Deckard, who looked slightly embarrassed, still wanted to explain; but Robben on the opposite side did not give Deckard this chance at all. A smile of excitement? Aren't you the genius of the temple that everyone is optimistic about? Isn't it praised by the high priest that everything can be solved calmly and perfectly? How embarrassed are you now? Come, tell me! "
Amidst the shouting, Robben swung his broadsword again; as before, the opposite airflow made the dodging Deckard even more embarrassed, and even the luxurious shawl inlaid with gold thread on his shoulder was cut a slit, It fell straight off Deckard's shoulder and fell to the ground—Roben took a step forward and stepped on the shawl with a strong foot as if stepping on the opponent's face, with an excited and even distorted face , Watching the opponent strike out with a sword again; Immediately, two forces, positive and negative, wrapped Deckard in again.
But this time, Deckard became even more embarrassed—the clothes on his left arm were directly shattered into pieces, and a sword wound stretched from his elbow to his shoulder; blood flowed along the sword wind that had not yet disappeared. In mid-air; in order to see that after Deckard's left arm was injured, Robben, who was pressing every step of the way, became even more unreasonable to make people stand up. He swung his sword every step he took, and kept yelling at the same time. Is this the so-called genius? Where is your genius? Let me take a look! Like a waste, who can get everyone's approval? And do you think you can perceive the trajectory of my sword with your eyes closed? True delusion! "
"Go to hell! Go to hell!"
One sword after another, one sword after another, the raging sword wind almost directly wrapped Deckard in it, bloodstains appeared on Deckard's body one after another, the blood was on the front and back of the two sword winds Under the power, it floated in the air, forming patches of red blood mist, which attached to the gray-green powder of the surrounding thorn bushes, and immediately dyed the countless gray-green powder red.
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"No use sword skills!"
On the branch of a big tree not far away, Ye Qi and Laiman, who were preparing for the next action, were sitting and standing on it; while preparing for the action, the two who were attracted by the sudden change looked straight at In the scene of the sword wind raging in the distance, Lyman, who also used the sword, couldn't help but whispered.
"Such skills should be able to be used only by relying on that special broad sword!"
With the master-level cold weapon as the basis, Ye Qi's eyesight will naturally not be inferior; he can even see more clearly than Lehman, if the core of Robben's sword skills loses this special broadsword, this set of skills At least 80% of the power of the weapon will be reduced. Facing an evenly matched existence, basically there is not much difference between using it and using it; it is better to use other skills to find opportunities for victory! "
"Although there are such shortcomings, you can't deny the ease of learning and practicality of this set of techniques! At least, the guy he's fighting against is dying!" Lehman didn't deny Ye Qi's point of view—as a Japanese The existence of the Yao class, although Ye Qi saw the core problem of this set of sword skills a little slower than Ye Qi, but he also saw the pros and cons of this set of skills; but this has nothing to do with the battle situation in front of him. , DeCarter's failure is only a matter of time.
"Well, in the face of such skills, if you can't take the broad sword in the opponent's hand first; you must fight the opponent close to you. If you keep the distance, it will only become more and more disadvantageous as time goes by; it's like Stuck in the swamp, if you don't climb out, you will only sink deeper and deeper; finally until you die of suffocation!"
Ye Qi, who was also looking at the two people in the battle, nodded in agreement—although it was the first time he had seen such sword skills, but with the master-level cold weapon as the basis, Ye Qi could clearly distinguish Discuss the advantages and disadvantages of this set of sword skills, as well as the ultimate ultimate move.
The plundering of the positive and negative forces is just the most basic attack method of this sword technique, trying to make the attacked party lose its center of gravity, and then break it with one blow; the real killing move of this sword technique is to cooperate with the sword wind to form two waves The pace of the opposite force; in Ye Qi's seriousness, Robben, step by step, formed a special sword wind web around Deckard - just like a sticky spider web, as the opponent struggles, the spider web It will get closer and closer; of course, if this sword wind goes out, the attacked will lose room to dodge, and as the sword user swings out the last sword, the sword wind that has not disappeared before will be like a bag full of gunpowder. As if being ignited, everything exploded in an instant.
The victim at the very center, unless it is the ability of the owner's special envoy in this kind of explosion, or even a chariot, has to be blown into scrap iron; and this is the ultimate killer move of this set of sword skills— It is simple to learn and easy to understand, and it only needs a certain amount of strength to cast it, and more importantly, it is not powerful; for most ordinary people, it is far more suitable than holding a pistol; if it is not for the must-use broadsword Ye Qi had no choice but to praise the skill of this set of sword skills.
Of course, now that there are such restrictions, in Ye Qi’s eyes, the value of this set of sword skills has plummeted to the point where it is basically usable—Ye Qi, who has the Dragon’s Legacy as a reference, has an extremely powerful sword in his mind. Most people are stunned by the various skills that have been handed down since the barbaric era; even if they only include the solar-level and below the solar-level, there are more than a dozen sets of these skills that are far beyond what we see now This set of sword skills; even, if the difficulty of getting started is thrown away, the number of existences that want to surpass this set of sword skills directly exceeds one hundred.
Never underestimate the attraction of treasures to the Dragon Clan—whether it is precious items, people or skills, they are all treasures in the eyes of the Dragon Clan; and the skills that can be seen by the Dragon Clan are naturally precious; It's the same in any age.
"Did the previous practice go well?" Suddenly, he also turned his head, looked at Lehman and said that it was time for actual combat! "
"Actual combat?" Lehman froze for a moment, and then immediately responded that you want to save that guy? This doesn't look like you, does it? "
"Saving people is just a matter of passing, mainly for you and me to practice in front of others!" Ye Qi shrugged and said. Of course, I also want to borrow the sword in the opponent's hand; It is also a top magic weapon! It's better than me randomly finding a weapon to replace Yan Modao, right? There are not many words in Wuxiawang"
"Well, let's go! What a lucky fellow!"
Layman disappeared from the branch of the big tree in a flash, and Ye Qi followed closely behind.
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"Hahaha. Deckard! Look at what you look like now? It's like a dog! It's the same as when you were taken from the outside by my father!" Seeing Deckard suffering in the sword wind The appearance of struggling, Robben felt the comfort from the bottom of his heart, he let out a long-lost comfortable laugh, this appearance is suitable for you! High Priest, you are only worthy of being a beggar and a slave! "
"Roben, I never wanted to rob you! I just wanted...uh..." Deckard, who was still thinking about explaining, was swept straight behind by a sword wind Immediately, a bone-deep wound appeared on his back, and Deckard was swept into the air with a mouthful of blood—Jian Feng had quite a bit of power besides the sharp cutting. The force of the impact; if it is an ordinary person, after being hit by this blow, not only will they be split in two, but they will also be crushed by the power of the sword wind in an instant; and as an apostle with extraordinary talents, Although Deckard's physical fitness far surpassed that of ordinary people, he was unbearable to be directly hit by such a sword wind, coupled with the previous scars, and fell to the ground.
"Is it? Is it? Is our genius only at this level? I still have one last trick that won't work! I can't do it like this, this is so disappointing!" Luo pretended to sigh for a long time. As soon as Ben gritted his teeth, he showed a cruel smile, and said, for the sake of getting along with each other for so many years, let me use the last trick to send you back to the embrace of God! Go to hell, Deckard! "
call!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As Robben yelled, the broadsword in his hand slashed from top to bottom again; however, the sword wind this time was not as sharp as before, and it was slightly skewed, just straight He rushed to the side of the fallen Deckart; if he followed the trajectory of this sword wind, it would be impossible to hit Delatt anyway—and when he was still some distance away from Decat, This sword wind was directly attached to the remaining sword wind; suddenly, this sword wind shattered, including the remaining sword wind "shattered" in an instant! Countless wind blades formed in an instant, sweeping around!
"Hahaha, become fragments in this sword wind! The third generation leader of the temple can only be me! I am the best! The strongest! You are just a waste! Waste, understand? You... Uh...you, are you human?"
Looking at the shattered sword wind in front of him, forming countless wind blades, Robben looked up to the sky and laughed wildly again; the laughter was full of pride and pride; however, the wild laughter stopped in the next moment; Robben's eyes widened as he choked his neck like a duck, with an ugly uh uh sound.
The wind blade, which would continue to raze for a while, is rapidly disappearing, and a figure is gradually becoming clear in Robben's sight - a middle-aged man whose face is covered by a beard is standing there, half-lowered. He looked at the damn guy's injuries; the other's brown hair was protruding from under a wide-brimmed cowboy hat, and his gray eyes were swollen. Behind him, a wooden box that was as tall as an adult, one and a half feet wide and ten feet thick was placed behind the opponent's back.
"Who are you?"
Robben roared loudly, but the other party seemed to have not heard the roar, and slowly squatted down, looked down at Deckard, and asked curiously if he wanted to fight back? If you fight back, the loser is not necessarily you!"
"Roben is the only one of the Great Elder, and the Great Elder saved me!" Deckard looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, coughed lightly, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood foam, his face still carried the indifference expressed from the bottom of his heart , without the slightest fear of life and death just experienced; still said in a flat tone and I didn't want to compete with him at all! "
"A life for a life? It's a bad idea! However, life is precious, if possible, please cherish it; especially when facing a person who has forgotten his nature because of jealousy, he should cherish it even more. !Because your death will not only fail to make the other party sober, but will make him think that this is what should be done, and even more mistakenly believe that this is the correct way!"
The middle-aged man nodded with great interest, and then said slowly.
"Bastard, what are you talking about? Fuck me!"
The middle-aged man's words undoubtedly angered Robben. Robben, who was originally dissatisfied because the opponent saved Deckard, had slightly estimated the opponent's sudden appearance and the strength of blocking his trick; but at this moment after hearing the opponent's After speaking, Robben threw these things straight to the back of his mind; he roared and raised the broadsword in his hand again.
However, as soon as Robben raised his hand, it was firmly controlled by the other hand - a man in a white robe, with long platinum hair combed neatly from his forehead to the back of his head , tied a ponytail; exposed a high forehead, a pair of blue eyes seemed to contain endless wisdom, shining in the moonlight; even though he was middle-aged, the other party did not look old, but It has a unique charm that attracts everyone's attention.
"Although most of the time my old friend is talking nonsense; however, I agree with the saying that life is precious!" The middle-aged man in the white robe held Robben's hand firmly. Wrist, turned around and came to the other party, with a warm smile, slowly said that people who despise life cannot be respected! "
"Bastard, let me go! Who are you and me?"
Robben, who tried to pull out his wrist several times but failed, roared out straight and instinctively.
"Who are you? A spoiled adult, oh, not middle-aged 'child'! Of course, 'children' are not allowed to touch such dangerous objects!" The middle-aged man in the white robe took With a heart-warming smile, he took the broadsword in Robben's hand, and then continued to speak in a slow tone and, as a 'child', if you speak rudely again, I don't mind replacing your adults. Let me teach you a lesson! "