Zhao Changhe was really addicted to fighting. When he challenged Lei Zhentang to a duel before, he was not just trying to discourage him with words, he actually really wanted to fight him in his heart.
Even if they know they may not be able to win, men who practice Blood Evil Kung Fu will be like this when they are driven crazy.
Fortunately, I suppressed my restless heart, otherwise I would have lost sight of the bloodshot in my eyes.
In fact, Zhao Changhe, who suppressed the blood evil skill and used the sword instead, could only exert half of his normal strength, but Zhao Changhe felt that fighting was very fun. It was a bit like the feeling of traveling all the way in the Kunlun Secret Realm, facing all kinds of new scenes, racking your brains to apply the various things you have learned that you don’t use much in your daily life. The passion of inspiration bursting out and colliding is hard to experience when dancing wildly with a knife.
Maybe it's because they get tired of the old and love the new? No... It's the joy of a warrior for a new challenge, just like a game player encountering an interesting version update.
I have always tried out sword skills on the edge but never really practiced them, but now I feel that they are becoming more and more fun to use. The feeling of a knife and a sword are really different.
The sword is violent, powerful, straightforward, and powerful enough to break thousands of enemies.
The sword is free and elegant, providing both the fun of ever-changing operation and the fierce killing that can decide life and death.
In fact, he was no longer unfamiliar with the sword... He had already integrated the sword skills into the knife skills a long time ago, but that kind of integration could not fully bring out the value of the sword skills, and the essence was still the knife. Only when he separated them now did he truly understand the sword.
It seemed that he could feel that the energy that was originally whistling and sweeping in the blood began to gather into a sharp edge. Zhao Changhe immediately thought of the sharp blade grass needed for body training, and also remembered the body training direction mentioned by Li Shentong.
I see.
Everything you have learned and known may seem unrelated, but in fact they are integrated.
And... the so-called Gu, and the natural difference on the second page of the Heavenly Book, can all be found to correspond... It is said that that page corresponds to Tang Wanzhuang, but in fact, isn't it also corresponding to the Miaojiang of this trip? So much so that now in the VR of the Heavenly Book, more and more Gu insect effects have begun to be gradually displayed, which are actually biological nature.
What you have gained and what your enemy has shown gradually point to the same goal, the bridge between heaven and earth.
"Buzz!" The qi and blood in the body suddenly surged violently, and there seemed to be a feeling of chaos and boiling.
Zhao Changhe looked up and saw a woman standing in front of him with an apologetic look on her face. "We need a medium to cast a curse. We just used the body killed by Si Hufa to trigger the curse. I hope Si Hufa will not think it was a sneak attack or collusion with others."
Strictly speaking, it seemed to be true, but since the curse was necessary and it was said calmly, Zhao Changhe did not mind and smiled, "Of course."
The woman sighed and said with a smile, "This is a blood curse, which will cause chaos in the body's qi and blood. At the very least, you will lose your strength, and at the worst, you will explode and die. If you feel that you can't resist it, you can call a halt early."
Zhao Changhe asked, "Does it count if I carry it over?"
The woman shook her head: "Of course I will take advantage of the situation to attack, otherwise what's the point of holding you back..."
As he spoke, a Miao Dao appeared in his hand and he tried to cut it: "Father Si, pay attention."
"Actually, big sister, you don't have to be so polite. This blow can be even more ruthless." Zhao Changhe smiled, and suddenly the sword came out like a dragon, accurately hitting the side of Miao Dao.
The sharp sword energy struck the woman, almost causing her Miao Dao to fall out of her hand. She stepped back in shock: "You are completely unaffected by the curse?"
Zhao Changhe grinned: "Nothing, I have the Blood and Flesh Peace Gu."
What kind of Gu is this
Everyone looked at each other, confused.
Sisi laughed out loud, Qi and blood, isn't this hitting Zhao Changhe's strong point? You might as well change the curse, such as the lustful Gu... Well, it seems to be useless, in the bathtub yesterday... This aunt is not as pretty as me, I can't do it...
Just as he was thinking this, Zhao Changhe suddenly exclaimed "Huh" and felt very sleepy.
When the battle was fierce, he was actually very sleepy, and felt like he could fall asleep while standing with his sword. The opponent's Miao Dao had taken the opportunity to break away from his sword's entanglement and counterattacked.
The woman sighed: "This is the sleeping poison, it has quietly attached itself to your body just now..."
"Snap!" Before he finished speaking, a tiny poisonous insect suddenly fell off Zhao Changhe's body. Zhao Changhe's eyes became clear again, and his left hand quickly grabbed the wrist of the woman who was wielding the Miao Dao, and the long sword was already on the woman's neck.
The woman was stunned: "How did you do this? You clearly didn't realize that you were secretly possessed by the insect..."
"Thank you." Zhao Changhe did not explain, but he was still frightened.
Don't underestimate this, it's actually very dangerous. If you break it a little later, the opponent's Miao Dao will be on your neck. And the way to break it is the sharpness of the blood and qi that you just realized. The poisonous insect got in as if it got into the sword forest and was stabbed out... However, this kind of poisonous insect is relatively weak. If it is strong, you will really be in trouble...
The art of witchcraft is really hard to guard against, but it is also really interesting.
The woman shook her head in admiration and walked away. Zhao Changhe took a few deep breaths and actually felt a little tired.
Even though all of my opponents were not very skilled in cultivation, I really tried my best and could not relax at all.
A handsome man walked out slowly in front of him, with a straight back and a figure like a sword. He walked slowly in front of Zhao Changhe, raised his sword and pointed: "She ethnic group Lan Wujiang, please think about the Dharma Protector's guidance."
Zhao Changhe narrowed his eyes slightly, his slightly drooped shoulders gradually straightened, and his fighting spirit burned.
This temperament, this sword intent, this "Wu" generation.
Bashan Sword House!
Hey, isn’t Han Wubing a disciple? Why is he of the same generation as seniors like Shi Wuding
This thought flashed through my mind, and I slowly said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Lan Wujiang squinted his eyes and looked at him, and said slowly: "As expected."
Zhao Changhe asked: "Are you really from the She ethnic group?"
"Of course." Lan Wujiang said: "You? True Spirit Clan?"
Zhao Changhe put his hands on his hips: "Of course!"
Yue Hongling glanced at Sisi, and Sisi turned her head away.
"Good." Lan Wujiang said, "Your swordsmanship is very good."
Zhao Changhe said: "Your swordsmanship is not good enough."
Lan Wujiang looked at him coldly.
Sisi asked Yue Hongling in a low voice: "Do people who play with swords tend to talk like this?"
Yue Hongling didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't I play with swords? Tang Buqi also plays with swords. Who is like this... Maybe he learned it from Han Wubing."
Sisi said, "It seems that I have to keep him away from Han Wubing in the future... It's so scary."
But Zhao Changhe continued: "You should be the first one to come out. That's the swordsman." Lan Wujiang was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Maybe."
"When I come out exhausted, you will feel guilty. You are afraid before fighting. You are not worthy to be my opponent." Zhao Changhe sneered: "Let you draw your sword first."
Anger finally flashed in Lan Wujiang's eyes.
A sword flashed in the hall.
There is no bright light, no violent energy.
A ray of sword light cut through the void and reached Zhao Changhe's throat in an instant.
Yue Hongling stood up suddenly: "Great swordsmanship!"
This is definitely a top swordsman at the ninth level of the Xuanguan realm, the kind that is only one step away from entering the door to the secret treasure!
Zhao Changhe hid his bloody skills and used a sword instead of a knife, so his strength should be reduced by half, not to mention that he had gone through a round-robin battle, used all his skills and was exhausted. At this moment, can Zhao Changhe really beat such an opponent
Zhao Changhe's steps were so light that people with poor eyesight didn't even feel his movement, but he had avoided the strongest part of Lan Wujiang's sword light without a trace. The next moment, the Dragon Emperor pointed his finger diagonally at the side of Lan Wujiang's sword.
With a "ding" sound, both of them shook slightly.
The next moment, almost at the same time, the sword light surged. It seemed as if thousands of pear trees were in full bloom in the hall, just like rain falling all over the sky.
The night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond.
The spring water stretches across the sky with blue waves.
The sound of the two swords clashing was incessant, as if thousands of raindrops were hitting the eaves of a house at the same time. Most people could no longer keep up with the speed of these two people and were dazzled by the sight.
"Is this the Miao Border War?" Many people were whispering, "Is this really not the Central Plains People's List?"
"Where are their Gu?"
"… Weaker Gu cannot enter such a sword net at all. They all chose this mode to prevent being attacked by Gu. Otherwise, why would they use such a sword net in a one-on-one fight? It consumes a lot of energy."
"I see... Then what about the Gu that blesses me?"
Blue has no boundaries.
Yue Hongling could clearly sense Lan Wujiang's power flowing, becoming stronger and sharper. The sword energy seemed to have life, turning around and around, bursting out, all pointing to Zhao Changhe's position.
Sharp blade grass... Sharp blade Gu
On the other hand, Zhao Changhe also used the method of spreading sword energy in all directions, but the little knowledge of using sword energy he learned from Tang Wanzhuang, how could it compare to the sword energy control that was honed thousands of times and as dense as a forest by others
However, Lan Wujiang, who was in the situation, did not feel relaxed at all.
He also felt that Zhao Changhe's sword was getting stronger and faster, as if each sword was a little stronger than the previous one. After accumulating about a hundred swords, it began to have an unstoppable momentum like the Yellow River rushing into the sea.
What kind of sword technique is this
Zhao Changhe learned the Avici Sword and Endless Sea of Blood from the Sword Emperor. Each sword can absorb a little power from the previous sword, gradually accumulating. He had integrated it into his sword skills before, but later, the stronger the opponent, the more he could concentrate his power and prevent it from being absorbed and stolen, so he hadn't used it for a long time. Now, of course, it's time to pick it up again.
Lan Wujiang thought that he also had a Gu, so he applied this sword rain mode without any prior agreement. Countless attacks in a short period of time were just right for the use of this move.
By the time Lan Wujiang realized something was wrong, it was too late.
A sword light exploded before his eyes, like the Milky Way hanging in the sky, piercing through the sky, and endless waves of blood.
A fierce look flashed in Lan Wujiang's eyes, and suddenly he became one with the sword and rushed straight to the place where the raging waves were the most intense.
The unique skills of Bashan are yet to be discovered.
Whenever there is a rain of swords, there must be flaws to be found. The seemingly strongest point is often the most core intersection point.
"Great swordsmanship." Zhao Changhe even had time to sigh: "I learned it, thank you."
"Clang!" Lan Wujiang's sword pierced into the core fiercely, but Zhao Changhe's sword momentum suddenly changed.
The sword force, like surging waves and an upside-down Milky Way, suddenly shrank and converged at one point, as if all the surging waves of the sea of blood had gathered into a shrieking evil spirit, demanding lives and souls, and condemning both life and death to the same fate!
The Sword Emperor's skill, the Yuan Tu Sword!
The two passed each other with their backs to each other.
Lan Wujiang covered his ribs as blood began to flow out.
Zhao Changhe's left arm was cut. To everyone's surprise, he suddenly turned around with a sword and cut off a piece of flesh on his arm.
A poisonous insect fell to the ground and began to twitch motionlessly.
He was still guarding against the Gu until the moment of life and death...
People stared at him as he cut the flesh off his arm. He was clearly in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat, but both the enemy and us felt a tremor in our hearts.
A true man.
Sisi and Yue Hongling sat on a small stool, holding their chins in their hands and looking at his back. Neither of them spoke.
“Bang!” Lan Wujiang fell to the ground with a thud. A group of tribesmen rushed over and tried to treat his wounds. They glared at Zhao Changhe angrily, “Si Laoye, you have such a vicious hand!”
"He's not dead, what are you yelling about?" Zhao Changhe panted, his tone extremely tired: "Is there anyone else who wants to give me some advice?"
No one answered for a long while.
The Bai leader shouted, "What are you still competing for? I recognize you as my seat! If anyone is qualified to replace you as the fifth seat, I will be the first to disagree!"
There was a hush in the room, and no one objected.
Even Lei Zhentang couldn't refute it, he still had to save face.
In fact, there are many disciples hiding in Jianlu, but at this moment, anyone who dares to take action will offend everyone.
Could it be that the fifth seat was really taken by the spirit race? Lei Zhentang tightly grasped the armrest, his expression uncertain.
Zhao Changhe stood there for a moment, no one responded, then he bowed to the people around him and smiled, "Everyone is showing me kindness... But this is not my fifth seat."
He slowly turned around, walked to Sisi, bowed and said, "Reporting to the Saint Lady... Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission."
(End of this chapter)