Pill Formation Sect, one day later, Luo Xingchen's injury was recovered in the Great Zhou Tian Tower.
He was cultivating, and Lan Yuan was lying on the side looking at him, the expression in his eyes was nothing short of admiration.
Now Luo Xingchen discovered that all his potential was forced out.
In the previous battles, none of them were in line with his strength, either low enough to fight, or high enough to abuse him. In this case, it was not easy for him to accumulate experience and truly understand his strength.
But now, with an opponent like Qin Yang, he can feel how happy the battle is!
Yesterday's fight, although the two were arguing about killing each other, it was just a joke. All the measures were in their hands, and it was just a group of passers-by who looked dumbfounded.
This is the difference between understanding and not understanding. The trust between Luo Xingchen and Qin Yang is too much, enough for Qin Yang to stab Luo Xingchen with a sword, and Luo Xingchen believes that Qin Yang is for his good.
Is it possible for two people like this to hurt each other? Some are unlikely.
Today, Luo Xingchen recovered from his injuries and immediately calmed down.
Putting away the Great Zhoutian Pagoda, he opened the door, stood up, and looked at the clear sky outside, with a small smile at the corner of his mouth, and whispered: "Today, it seems that Bibi is a weapon."
"Luo Xingchen!"
Suddenly, there was a loud shout, coming from the roof of Luo Xingchen, and his little heart was directly frightened and a little unbearable.
He felt the bricks vibrate, and his roof almost didn't collapse.
Luo Xingchen's face turned dark, and he walked out coldly.
He suddenly saw that Qin Yang was sitting on the eaves with Erlang's legs upright, swaying, leisurely, triumphantly, squinting and smiling at Luo Xingchen: "Hey, how was the lightning strike yesterday?"
It's okay for Luo Xingchen not to listen, and he doesn't get angry at all.
"Huh." Luo Xingchen glanced at Qin Yang, playing with the taste: "I should take another shot of the palm yesterday. If I hit your thing, guess what!"
"Damn!" Qin Yang cursed violently: "Stop talking nonsense! Today I'm more than a weapon, I brought everything about the guy, and I will definitely make you unable to get up!"
As he said, Qin Yang showed a bright smile again, and immediately picked up a flame bomb in one hand.
Immediately, when Luo Xingchen saw this thing, he felt his whole body tremble. He had suffered from this loss at the beginning, and the flame bomb at this moment is already different from what it used to be, and even a master like Liang Yunzhong can be frightened. Channeling, what is he.
"Hey!" Luo Xingchen glared and said coldly: "You play with me! Do you think it's fair?"
"Why unfair, I refined it myself, you can also practice a few to blow me up if you have the ability!" Qin Yang held his head proudly, gloating.
"Get out! If you really play like this! I won't fight!" Luo Xingchen was already ready to pick up her.
Qin Yang looked embarrassed now, he had to curl his lips helplessly, put away the flame bullet, and immediately took out the Haori sword he used most often, and gave Luo Xingchen a white look: "It's okay this time!"
Luo Xingchen glared again and scolded: "Damn! You think I don't know how powerful your sword is, and it has skills. Do you think I have such a good weapon?"
Qin Yang immediately stared his eyes and said impatiently: "My foundation is so strong, what can I do? Those profound spirit treasures and psychic treasures are all broken to me, do you think I have it? ?"
Luo Xingchen grinned: "You don't have one, I have one!"
After all, Luo Xingchen released the space ring, and suddenly poured out a lot of things, including a dozen mysterious artifacts, one or two psychic artifacts, and dozens of faceted bone shields.
It's really miscellaneous, all kinds of swords, guns, swords and halberds.
"Hehe..." Qin Yang smiled, but didn't he give Luo Xingchen all those items? Even this ring belongs to him.
Luo Xingchen casually threw a sword to Qin Yang, and immediately he took one himself. Both weapons were of the level of profound spirit treasures.
"It's fair now, let's go to war!"
Luo Xingchen looked at Qin Yang and said solemnly.
"Huh!" What is waiting for you!
Qin Yang picked up the three-foot long sword in his hand, instantly stepped on a meteor step, teleported several feet, one step at a time!
Luo Xingchen was also silent, swishing out with his sword!
Whoosh!
The bodies of the two parties were very close at hand. Qin Yang swept a sharp sword towards Luo Xingchen’s chest. Luo Xingchen took his dexterous body phantom step again, and in an instant he dodged his body, and then took advantage of the momentum. At the speed of a shadow, the tip of the sword pierced Qin Yang's shoulder, fast, extremely fast!
I saw a silver line swaying in front of Qin Yang, Qin Yang's mouth curled, and his body rose into the air, directly in a tornado style, his body rotated like a storm, not only successfully avoided Luo Xingchen's strange quick move , And there was a riot all over his body, and all his momentum was condensed on the sword.
The ordinary Xuan-level treasure in his hand was glowing with cold light at this time, like a swift eagle, containing majestic power, forming a violent shock wave, Luo Xingchen was several meters away, but his hair was blown straight up. , Fluttering in the wind, heroic!
Luo Xingchen did not dodge or avoid, but instead raised his arm, the sharp sword in his hand slowly turned up with a light movement, not to mention that his movements were not strong, but his strength was not strong, but he was swinging the sword at the same time. , A three-foot-wide sword gas barrier was formed directly around him, enclosing him in it, ordinary power is difficult to invade.
This trick was created by Luo Xingchen's Wu Jian in the ancient ruins.
While he was swinging the sword, not only was there a barrier around him, even Qin Yang's sword stabbed over, and the blade was constantly rotating, trying to penetrate his defensive barrier, but he was swept away by his light sword. Entering it, Qin Yang suddenly felt that his strength had been quietly removed.
Qin Yang's eyes lit up in an instant, and he sighed inwardly: Good swordsmanship!
He suddenly flipped and landed on his heels, then suddenly turned around, took the opportunity to approach half a step forward, raised his sword, and suddenly smashed towards Luo Xingchen's forehead!
His sword aura spread, and Bingfeng suddenly became cold!
Luo Xingchen's pupils shrank slightly and his expression was dignified. When he was struck by this sword, his head was about to bloom.
Immediately, before he had time to think about it, he couldn't retreat, so he could only raise his sword to meet him, raised his sword, and crossed his head, blocking Qin Yang's sword.
"Clang!" Luo Xingchen's entire arm shook suddenly after hearing a crisp sound! A huge force instantly crushed his body.
"Ah—" Qin Yang shouted violently, exploding in aura, doing his best, leaving no room for it!
A strong pressure made Luo Xingchen very dignified, suffocating his breath, and his heart was almost suppressed to stop beating.
"Humph!" Luo Xingchen yelled coldly, gritted his teeth, and faced Qin Yang's sword with the back of his sword, and swept across with all his strength.
In an instant, his sword's edge was getting closer and closer to Qin Yang's palm. The sword's edge was already on Qin Yang's hilt, and a cold light flashed!
Luo Xingchen also forced Qin Yang back.
At the next moment, Luo Xingchen instantly loosened his hand, and directly bounced it with a finger, then leaned back, turned over and whip, and hit Qin Yang's upper rib!
Qin Yang was a little unexpected with this sudden change of move. After he was kicked, his body hurt and he was instantly distracted.
At this moment, the sword fell from the air and Luo Xingchen took it like lightning, and then suddenly his eyes fell cold, condensing a strong momentum, holding the sword and starting his thunder strike!
The first sword, walking on the road, hit Qin Yang’s forehead directly, and the sword aura flew out. Qin Yang dodged backwards, but was still slashed across his cheeks. Suddenly, his hair broke a few, and there was too much on his cheeks. A piece of red blood.
Immediately afterwards, the second sword, walking in the middle, pierced Qin Yang's abdomen. This sword pierced Qin Yang relentlessly like a ray of light. Qin Yang quickly bent his body back and held his sword down. Luo Xingchen Gently twisted the wrist, swung the sword, swept across Qin Yang's sword, and then went straight down the road, flicking the sword left and right, the tip of the sword shot, and suddenly a sword shadow was born, as if two swords stab Qin Yang at the same time The left leg and the right leg!
This sword was even more fierce and unavoidable. Qin Yang's gaze condensed, and he slammed into the ground. He jumped into the air with a flip, and then hit the sky with a sword from top to bottom. The dazzling sword light was dazzling.
Luo Xingchen held the sword in his hand, and suddenly stepped out. All the spiritual energy was gathered in this sword, and the sword body was glorious for a moment.
He walked swiftly like a shadow, but he was confused and indistinguishable with one sword and one man.
A strong sword aura slashed out. After Qin Yang approached Luo Xingchen, he gradually discovered that Luo Xingchen had accumulated a lot of hair and was waiting for his sword!
Qin Yang slashed over, and Luo Xingchen greeted him. The two sword shadows intertwined, the sword aura was vertical and horizontal, and the swirling spread. In an instant, its power burst into all directions, cutting the ground into cracks.
In the next moment, Qin Yang's body flew backwards and fell to the ground.
Luo Xingchen stood still, his breath was steady, and there was no injury at all, but Qin Yang's chest was blood red, and his clothes were cut open.
Qin Yang stood up from the ground, looked at Luo Xingchen with extremely surprised and puzzled eyes, and questioned: "How long have you been practicing swords? What kind of swordsmanship do you use? Only when you are strong, you can be strong, and when you are strong, you can be strong and soft. Soft!"
Luo Xingchen calmly said: "I have practiced swords for less than half a year. As for swordsmanship, I have not practiced any swordsmanship. These are the stress responses that I practiced in a day."
When Qin Yang heard these words, he was instantly sluggish, motionless like a stone.
Luo Xingchen added: "I think swordsmanship should be whatever you want. Choose the right offense or defense according to the opponent's movements. It should not be a mechanical method. No matter how well you practice your moves, what's the point of having the physical and the godless? I didn't practice it. I have used any swordsmanship, but I practice swords all day, so I can easily see through the opponent's moves. This has nothing to do with what swordsmanship I use."
Qin Yang remained silent for a long time before finally calming down. He raised his head, looked at Luo Xingchen, and smiled slightly: "You are really a genius of swordsmanship. You have understood the power of the sword and you are considered a master of swordsmanship."
Then, Qin Yang's face suddenly sank, and his eyes revealed a sharp glow: "However, I want to see if you can block my sword moves!"
boom!
Qin Yang's body was violent. He said that it was too late and that time. He swung a sword in his hand. The left hand changed to the right hand, and the right hand changed to the left hand. It changed thousands of times instantly. Is it the left hand holding the sword or the right hand holding the sword