Martial King’s Retired Life

v6 ~: Not so then (15)

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Murong Song is the master of Yunsong Guanguan. He is the first master of Lushan Jianguan's outside door. The hand of Yunsong is the master of the eighteenth road. He has searched up and down Lushan, and no one can make him both inside and outside. Anti-freedom. He came out with a sword, the cloud suddenly rose, and surrounded the Mingfei group in all directions, so that even people could not see clearly. The sword light seems to be a piece of water light, rippling back and forth, the space around the body is filled with sword light, such a sword, can be described as appalling.

Ling Hanzhong took the lead to drink a good voice! The swordsman who knew the goods behind him all applauded, and his eyes were worshipped.

These people are all martial arts swordsmen. Among them are the young masters who have not yet emerged in Lushan Gate, some of the **** martial artists who rushed to the forefront, and some are elders who have retired from the front and have made great contributions. These people admire such swordsmanship. It is expected that if you have a superior blade in your hand, you will be able to achieve such brilliance and anger. But it also needs to be done after one hundred moves, and the momentum gradually condenses. When the internal force reaches the peak, it can take advantage of the wind to achieve it. If you want to make such a shot, you will be so powerful. Still not revealing murderousness, it is dizzying to know that Jian Feng is pointing, but he knows he can't.

-The power of the sword has such a weather, it has nothing to do with talent, but a state that requires protracted and long-term cultivation to achieve.

There are only two people who are different from each other-one just smiles, the smile is like the sunshine in the forest, which makes people look very warm. The other person seemed to hold the opposite view to everyone, and not only that, but the corners of his mouth were also exposed-smirking obviously.

This sneerous young man looked pale and sick, but had the opposite of his appearance, a fire-red, red-haired long-haired sword that was a trick. The trick is to be free and free, which is the most chic and extraordinary sword skill under the whole Lushan door.

This Murong Song has the speed of sword, the shortcut of action, the skill of swordsmanship, the high level of insight, and the strong internal force. It is now the world-class swordsman water, and has reached the state of swordsmanship. But although he did both internally and externally, his sword skill is extremely extraordinary. The talent for swordsmanship was far inferior to his efforts. He acted with a stern-eye, only saying that everything in the world could be reluctant, and he could practice hard instead of spiritual enlightenment. At first, martial arts depended on penance. It may be feasible to switch to another martial art, but not everything in the world can be achieved only by persistence.

Yunsong's pros and cons is an example.

Murong Song has a strict temperament, learning sword and practicing sword is one-board-eye, one-trick-style method is strict, and he will never leave the sword. This set of swordsmanship, which was totally unreasonable, was difficult when he first started. But he practiced hard, relying on his exquisite internal skills and a solid foundation in swordplay, he turned out to be extraordinary. It's just a good set of flexible swordsmanship, but it taught him the laborious and exhausting, totally unsatisfactory.

If this were his one-man thing, that's fine. But he is the subject of Yunsong's conception, and he has been based on swordsmanship. His usage is naturally a positive solution to this sword art, and all the younger generations follow it. The younger generation has few such internal and external foundations, and it is difficult to learn. Qi Shi is easy to say, but how much hand and eye work is required, often sweating and panting, but still not at all. Where there is still half a year into the Cangsong, freehand look, a peerless school almost lost.

Therefore, this red-haired young man always looked down on Murong Song for no reason, and thought he was stupid.

However, the scene of "Getting Down" made the red-haired youth, and more importantly, shocked Ling Hanzhong.

It was not a scene, a picture, but a sound.

That's a bang.

It's as if a mallet hits a wooden fish and a hammer hits an anvil. In short, it will not be a sword, gun, and sword, but an exclusive ‘slap’.

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Although after that, many people exclaimed, flesh flew, heavy objects fell to the ground, grabbed the rescue, yelled and screamed with surprise, shock, desolation, and anger, but Ling Hanzhong kept it in mind It was only this in his mind.

The sound seemed to be some kind of force that suddenly penetrated the whole body's blood, and still rushed out, so the people who carried it kept flying, and even beat people to a distance of dozens of feet away. The sound of landing was far less than the sound of that hit.

That's a kind of power that can't be made beyond the power of understanding.

In the years after that, whenever the dream came back at midnight, Ling Hanzhong could still remember the nightmare-like voice. It was as if someone was hitting a heavy hammer in the door of his heart, which suddenly awakened him, sweating all over his body.

The smoke disappeared and the sword light condensed.

The circular mist disappeared, revealing a young man holding a long black object, his expression remained unchanged, his eyes were still as bright as red, and he turned his shoulders slightly, and said lightly, "Next."

Gaze suddenly shot at Ling Hanzhong.

Ling Hanzhong stepped back involuntarily. Everyone looked in their eyes, all surprised. As the head of the White King's Seven Crowns, he was so astonished and ugly in front of an afterlife, it was a shame and shame in his life. However, his forehead was cold and sweaty, and he had forgotten to fight back.

Ming Fei really didn't rush into the attack, just slowly, down to earth, step by step. The swordsmen looked at him clearly, but someone did it. His existence seems to be a huge mystery that cannot be recognized, and can no longer be recognized by common sense.

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