Hearing Chen Changsheng's voice, Gou Hanshi's expression became serious.
"The mountain ghost divides the rock!"
"The star hook crosses the day!"
"Luhua Lingwu!"
He also said three words in a row.
That's three strokes.
The three moves in the general formula of Lishan Sword Sect.
The two of them didn't look at Tang Sanshiliu and Qijian in the field, and didn't look at the crowd with inexplicable expressions on the stone steps in front of the hall.
They just looked at each other and said moves.
In fact, when Chen Changsheng said the first move, Gou Hanshi started to deal with it.
Chen Changsheng's second move was to deal with Gou Hanshi's response.
Their voices floated in front of the quiet Weiyang Palace, in the square and in the night.
Their voices were not loud, but they were very clear, especially in the ears of Tang Sanshiliu and Qijian, it was more like thunder, booming!
With a solemn expression, Qijian clasped his sword in his arms and held the path, and with a clear whistle, his thin figure dragged out cracks in the night.
The dark iron ruler sword in his hand pierced through the night wind, silently, like a demon god, using rocks as pastries.
The mountain ghost divides the rock!
Tang Thirty-Six's expression froze, and he hung his sword upside down in front of his body—the second move Gou Hanshi said was Star Hook Hengri, he didn't know what that move was, whether it would be as powerful as Shangui Fenyan, but faintly It can be felt that the three sword moves that Qijian used at this time are a series of consecutive moves, aggressive with momentum, and stacked on top of each other!
If he uses his own method, he should be able to take the first two moves, but he is not sure whether he can take the last and strongest blow.
Chen Changsheng's voice still echoed in his mind.
Those four words were very clear, and he was very familiar with those four sword moves.
At this moment, he didn't have time to think about why Chen Changsheng knew his own sword skills, so he subconsciously followed Chen Changsheng's words and raised the sword in his hand.
The moment he raised the Wenshui sword, he realized that something was wrong with this matter.
... How can these four sword moves be used in succession!
Inverting the Golden Ping is the seventh form of Yuanfeng Sword Jue, sinking sea air is the eleventh form of Kaizong Sword, window shadow lamp is the third form of Yuanfeng Sword Jue, and hanging sword Changlin is the starting hand of Kaizong Sword Mode!
They are obviously sword moves from two sets of sword formulas, how can they be used together? The true qi that matches the sword move is completely different, how can it be forcibly connected? Aren't you afraid of being injured by the reversal of true qi? He has practiced Tang clan swords with his teacher since he was a child, and he has never heard that his own swordsmanship can be used like this!
No matter how confused you are, there is no time to think about it at this time.
Qijian's sword has come to him, and after Shangui Fenyan's terrifying sword move, the structure of Xinggou Hengri has faintly taken shape!
Tang Thirty-Six put his heart on the line, the sword came out and poured the gold vase!
Then turn the sea to sink!
His true energy flowed from his meridians to his wrists, then sank suddenly, turning around along a path he had never tried before.
Only in this way can we switch from pouring gold to sinking sea air.
Tang Thirty-Six was already mentally prepared to rush his true energy and vomit blood after being injured.
And yet... nothing happened.
His true essence easily sank into the Yangming Jing along the inch pass between his wrists!
Not only was he not injured, but the unobstructed feeling made him want to scream with joy!
Tang Thirty-Six's confidence increased sharply, and the sword came out like the wind, breaking through seven sword shadows across the night sky, sinking from the sea air and then turning the window shadow lamp!
Still no problems!
His true energy was running extremely smoothly, and he even had a feeling that these two sword moves were not in the two sword formulas at all, but should be connected together!
Countless crisp sword cries resounded in the night sky.
The people watching the battle on the stone steps in front of the hall saw that Tang Sanshiliu's movements became extremely strange, like a puppet with a broken string, and when retreating, it was very blunt, but it gave people a sense of course!
No matter how powerful Qi Jian's sword might be, he still couldn't keep him within it.
After countless sword cries, Qijian's sword finally used Luhua Lingwu's move.
This was also Gou Hanshi's last move.
This move is the big move in the Lishan Sword Art, and it uses the meaning of frost staining the mountains and the loneliness of Duwu beside the cliff.
In the extremely gorgeous sword intent, there is a Xiao Suo's killing intent.
The Iron Ruler Sword seemed to be covered with frost, slowly oppressing from all directions.
Like winter entering the forest, slowly, but unstoppable.
If he hadn't heard Chen Changsheng's voice, Tang Thirty-Six would have probably chosen the most violent sword style at this time, trying to kill his opponent together, or in other words, using the method of burning jade and stone to try to hit Qijian's weak point again.
But not now.
He only used a simple trick.
"Hanging Sword Changlin!"
This is the starting move of the Tang family's Kaizong sword.
At other times, this opening move of Zongjian would be absolutely useless.
But earlier, Tang Thirty-Six's sword style had successfully rivaled Qijian's first two sword moves, and at the same time he was ready for the final sword move.
No matter the angle, posture, movement of true energy, or spirit, all preparations have been made.
The long forest is all dyed, and it is all frost.
He hangs his sword on Guwu.
He swung his sword back.
The Wenshui sword dragged across the iron ruler sword, bringing out a spark.
The sword didn't hurt Shichiken in the slightest, but it picked up the wind.
After Night Breeze, his elbow hit Qijian's sword-holding hand.
Clean and neat, without any difference.
There was a soft snap.
The Iron Ruler Sword whizzed through the air and fell into the depths of the night.
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Tang Thirty-Six took two steps back, put his sword back into its sheath.
Qijian looked down at his empty right hand, a little dazed, and took a moment to realize... he lost.
In just a moment, his eyes were wet, very sad and very sad.
Seeing him like this, Tang Thirty-Six was a little annoyed, and said, "What's so sad? You're still better than me. I couldn't beat you, but... the Orthodox Academy didn't lose."
He is a proud man, so he must make it clear - the fact that the Orthodox Academy didn't lose doesn't mean he won.
Qijian tightly pursed her lips, refusing to cry, her little face flushed, and she said in a crying voice, "Thank you."
Then he looked at his most trusted and respected senior brother, trying to figure out what was going on.
Gou Hanshi was looking at Chen Changsheng.
There was no sound in the arena.
Everyone was looking at Chen Changsheng.
Many people didn't understand what happened, maybe Tang Thirty-Six himself couldn't explain clearly.
At this time, everyone recalled that the key lies in the last elbow strike with the sword, that blow was really ingenious and inexplicable.
But everyone knew that the key to that blow lay in the previous sword moves.
The sword moves that Chen Changsheng said.
Mao Qiuyu looked at Chen Changsheng, a little surprised. King Chen Liu looked at him with admiration in his eyes. The faces of Xu Shiji and Patriarch Qiushan were extremely ugly, while Mo Yu's expression was very complicated. She had been puzzled before why Chen Changsheng was able to leave Tong Palace, and only now did she realize that everyone had underestimated this young man.
Tonight, many people really got to know Chen Changsheng for the first time.
Including Xu Shiji and Mo Yu, who had met him before.
The bishop's face was full of wrinkles, and he said, "Not bad."
Everyone knew that what he said was right, not Tang Thirty-Six, but Chen Changsheng.
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