Volume I Chapter 462 Watching the Sword
Shao Han is a strong young man who came out of the lineage of ancient martial arts.
Young, promising, and handsome, this time he led the strong family to make his debut. When he learned that Dulong had come to the Kunlun Mountains and was active in the vicinity, he threatened to make the Shao family famous and kill Dulong.
At this time, he was practicing his sword, and when he tore it open with a sword, the bamboo forest in front of him turned into powder and was razed to the ground.
"The young master's swordsmanship has reached the pinnacle, there are not many people in the world who can catch this sword alone.
Among the ancient martial arts, the young generation is enough to rank in the top ten. "
An old man praised him, he has a long breath, although his strength is not as good as Zhou Yubo, but he is also a genuine superpower. In the lineage of Guwu, supernatural is not uncommon.
And that strong young man named Shao Han.
His eyes are sharp, and although he has just been promoted to Chaofan, he has the attitude of looking down on the world, he said: "There is still a gap from Dacheng, but I am confident that within two years, I will practice swordsmanship to Dacheng.
Even if I met Myron at that time, I was confident that I could compete with him. "
"If Merun is defeated, among the ancient martial arts, the younger generation, the young master will be the first."
The old man sighed.
"Who?"
Shao Han was startled suddenly.
I found the torn bamboo forest, and at some point, a strange boy walked out.
"The sword you just made was very good, but I don't know if you can block my sword."
said the boy.
He was none other than Chu Linguang.
It's just that Chu Linguang at this time has changed his face, becoming very handsome and thin, like a scholar with a beautiful face.
Chu Linguang was worried that Dulong knew his reputation, backed by the northern border, and Zhou Yubo and others were following him, so he would give up and kill him, self-defeating, and let Dulong hide even deeper.
"Once my sword is out of its sheath, there is no turning back, are you sure?"
Shao Han rubbed the gleaming blade of the sword, as if he didn't pay attention to Chu Linguang at all.
"Look at the sword!"
Chu Linguang didn't talk nonsense.
The long sword was unsheathed, and a sword was cut out.
Far away among the debris of bamboo and wood on the ground, his light flashed, and a sword enveloped Shao Han.
This is Xiaoqian's sword technique, a sword at the speed of light, reaching an extreme.
"This……"
Shao Han's complexion changed drastically, and he raised his sword to resist, and his sword skills broke out in an instant.
"when!"
But the long sword fell to the ground in an instant.
Jian Feng walked past his wrist, blood spurted, and the next moment, Chu Linguang's figure appeared behind him.
"Master!"
The old man was stunned.
It was found that Shao Han's arm was hanging down, his wrist was bleeding, and his long sword fell to the ground. He seemed to be completely stupid.
"you are too slow."
Chu Linguang strode away, the light-speed sword just swung Shao Han's long sword away and cut his wrist, without hurting Shao Han's vitals at all.
But with the sword just now.
If Chu Linguang wanted to, he could have killed Shao Han.
It's just that he didn't do that. After all, there was no enmity between the two of them. Chu Linguang just wanted to use him to make a name for himself and attract Dulong.
"Who are you, in the lineage of Gu Wu, why have I never seen you?"
Shao Han asked in disbelief.
"Long days!"
Chu Linguang left such a sentence, and then disappeared.
"boom!"
In a waterfall, a bare-armed young man brandished an iron gun and smashed it down, stopping the waterfall, and the spear shot straight into the sky.
Laughing loudly, he threatened: "I, Wang Yigang, have finally mastered the thirteen iron spear moves. I wonder if Shao Han's long sword can block my shot."
"Good marksmanship, accept my sword!"
On a rock not far from the waterfall, stood a young man holding a long sword. The young man lowered his eyebrows and looked at Wang Yigang with a smile.
"I'm afraid I'll kill you with a single shot."
Wang Yi was stunned for a moment when someone dared to challenge him.
"Look at the sword!"
The young man was Chu Linguang, who struck out with a long sword, and his body seemed to teleport, and he came to Wang Yigang, and the weight of the sword was pressed down. Wang Yigang felt unprecedented pressure and hurriedly raised his gun to block.
But the young man's seemingly ordinary sword, pressed down at will, turned out to be as heavy as Mount Tai. The hands that made him raise the spear to block, trembled, and his feet couldn't bear it anymore. With a bang, he knelt on the ground , the boulder cracked, and his face flushed with disbelief.
"Your strength is too weak, it's boring."
Chu Linguang shook his head, retracted his long sword, and leaped away from Wang Yigang.
Wang Yi just wiped the sweat off his face, stood up, ignored the pain in his knees, and shouted to Chu Linguang: "If you want to leave your name, I will practice my marksmanship to the extreme in the future, and I will be ashamed."
"Long days."
Chu Linguang's voice quickly disappeared.
"Long days."
Holding the spear, Wang Yigang gritted his teeth and muttered.
On a cliff.
A monk from Goryeo, Ye Yucheng, was writing Li Bai's will drink on the cliff with a pair of knives.
Two knives are used as pens, and the blades are flying dragons and snakes. Every knife seems to carry the sword intent faintly. The moment a song is about to be drunk, it seems that there are thousands of knives tearing out from the cliff, making people's cheeks hurt. The surrounding jungle was full of howling ghosts and wolves.
The eagle that built its nest on the cliff burst to death from crying blood under the saber energy between the lines.
Some of the cultivators who felt the saber energy were all shocked, knowing that Ye Yucheng was a rare man of heaven, and they didn't know how many people in Dahua could be compared, and they were even discussing whether Chu Linguang could take Ye Yucheng down.
"The two swords are like dragons, showing their sharpness, not bad."
Just as Ye Yucheng was about to leave, a young man blocked Ye Yucheng's way.
"What advice do you have?"
Ye Yucheng spoke broken Dahua language, and he could see that the young man came here with bad intentions.
"I want to know, can your double knives block my sword?"
Chu Linguang said.
"I'm afraid that my double knives will chop you into countless pieces."
Ye Yucheng said coldly, he is not a soft-hearted person, with the twin knives behind his back, the buzzing of the knives can be heard endlessly, and it seems that they will be unsheathed at any time.
"Look at the sword!"
The corner of Chu Linguang's mouth rose, the long sword was unsheathed, and he slashed out.
It's the finishing touch in Xiaoqian's swordsmanship.
Able to pierce a point in thousands of water droplets, break out of a desperate situation, and take the head of a general among millions of troops.
"Crack!"
Sword up.
The knife fell.
Chu Linguang's figure walked towards the distance.
Ye Yucheng's hands trembled, and a red spot appeared between his eyebrows, from which blood gushed out. He raised his trembling right hand, wiped the spot between his eyebrows, and found that the wound was not deep, and he was not dead.
Involuntarily, he turned around hastily and shouted at Chu Linguang, "Who are you?"
"Long days."
Chu Linguang said.
Ye Yucheng was shocked. Although he had never heard of it before, the name seemed to overwhelm his heart and made him feel suffocated. He had been immersed in the cultivation of double swords all his life.
But in the face of Chu Linguang's finishing touch just now.
He only felt that thousands of saber techniques were heretics, and that sword broke through all his saber defenses, not only fast, but also accurately pierced his eyebrows, as if it only needed a little bit of strength.
He is bound to die.
On this day, Chang Tian's words "Look at the sword" are the nightmare of countless people.
It is the time when the son of heaven is proud and his mentality is jumping.