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On June 24th of the Year of the Tiger, it is forbidden to burial, and it is advisable to fast and rejoice.
Fuyi Building.
Judy and Hong Gui sat on the sofa in the private room, their eyes focused on the weapon in Li Yan's hand off the field.
Li Yan holds the Eight-Faced Han Sword, which is 1.3 meters long and three fingers wide.
Zhang Mingyuan is holding the barman, the pole is 90 centimeters long, and the smoke pot is more than four fingers wide with the blade. The ends are wrapped in pig iron, and the middle is a speckled wooden pole. The mouthpiece is beak-shaped and slightly curved.
"Ah Hong, where did you get this sword, is it reliable?"
Judy was a little worried.
"Anla Judy, this is Tai Sui's private collection. I have seen bloody sharp weapons, so there is no problem."
The 1.3 meter Han sword doesn't sound very long, but when Li Yan held it in his hand, he could clearly see that it was much longer than the iron sword ordinary people imagined. Full of visual oppression.
Yu Shu was sitting in the crowd, with his shiny black ponytail draped over his chest, listening to the gamblers around him whispering to himself:
"Han sword is fierce and consumes the most energy. He doesn't look like an idiot looking for death. Could it be that I really went astray?"
On the ring of Han Baiyu, the two stood facing each other.
Zhang Mingyuan took a deep breath. People in the Kowloon Walled City had never heard of the name of Hejian Slender Tiger, but he was like a thunderbolt.
? The 81% attainment of ancient martial arts in the first glance has already shown the gap in skill between the two, so Li Yan was a little surprised when he heard that he took the initiative to ask for a duel with him in the ring.
But Zhang Mingyuan didn't think he would definitely lose.
The boy arched his hands. "Zhizimen, Zhang Mingyuan."
Li Yan looked at the Han sword in his hand, raised his head when he heard the words, and said, "He Jian, Li Yan."
Zhang Mingyuan held the tobacco rod with one hand, his legs were slightly bent, his footsteps burst out and rubbed against the floor with a sneer, and he rushed towards Li Yan like a falcon skimming the ground.
Li Yan lifted his hand upwards, and the sharpened sword slashed towards Zhang Mingyuan's wrist. Zhang Mingyuan didn't dodge, buckled down the cigarette rod, hooked the cigarette holder to the edge of the Han sword, moved the sword to the side, and the man rushed forward like an arrow from a bow, and the blade on the cigarette pouch struck Li Yan's finger holding the sword!
"Go!"
Zhang Mingyuan shouted angrily.
Li Yan didn't have time to retreat, so he immediately let go of the hilt of the sword, leaned back, twisted his toes, spun his right leg, and kicked Zhang Mingyuan's head with his heel.
"not good!"
Judy saw that Li Yan was forced to abandon the Han sword in one round, her hands trembled in shock, and she didn't even notice that the wine wet her clothes.
Zhang Mingyuan was overjoyed, and leaned back to allow Li Yan to kick his right foot. He waited for his foot to pass him, and then stuck to his body, absolutely not giving Li Yan any chance to breathe. And when he gave way to Li Yan's right foot, a sword edge flashed in front of him. Wipe it on your own neck!
What!
Almost instinctively, Zhang Mingyuan relied on his amazing waist strength to build an iron bridge, and finally avoided the end of being poked through his throat, but he was still drawn a long bloodstain from his neck to his chin.
The gamblers on Li Yan's side could see clearly, Li Yan let go of the hilt of his sword, and flew around with one kick, but his left hand firmly caught the falling Han sword, and using his right leg to cover it, the Han sword drew a half-circle and ran Cut off Zhang Mingyuan's neck.
Zhang Mingyuan was able to lean back to avoid Li Yan's right leg, but he couldn't avoid the Eight-Faced Han Sword, which was one meter three in length!
The Li family in Hejian has both swords and swords, twenty-four sword fighting mothers, Tibetan moon power!
"Wudang sword?"
Yu Shu took a sip from the small wine jar and said with great interest.
Zhang Mingyuan wiped the blood from his neck, and stopped attacking rashly, but walked around Li Yan slowly.
Li Yan was not in a hurry, and switched the Eight-faced Han Sword to his right hand, staring at Zhang Mingyuan's footsteps with his eyes, blood slowly dripping down the Eight-faced Han Sword's blade, and after a while, the blade was as white as snow.
Li Yan's eyes lit up: "Good sword!"
As soon as his sword fell to the ground, Zhang Mingyuan turned and rushed towards him again! Li Yan kicked the ground lightly forward and shook his wrists, the long sword swung towards Zhang Mingyuan's crotch from bottom to top.
Zhang Mingyuan was holding the pipe of the cigarette, and the pouch pressed against Li Yan's sword from top to bottom, and he rose into the air! Poking the inch leg in the middle of the foot and buckling it towards Li Yan's neck, this strike was so unconstrained, even Li Yan didn't expect it to be hit by him!
Zhang Mingyuan, with his feet locked on Li Yan's neck, was in the air, twisting his waist, his legs exerted force like a flash flood, and the cigarette holder of the barman poked straight at Li Yan's eyes!
Suddenly, Zhang Mingyuan let out a muffled snort, his legs went limp.He fell to the ground in a posture, and stood up with a roll, his right ankle was bleeding profusely.
Li Yan retracted his long sword with his wrist turned, this sharp weapon was in his hand like an arm. Just now the old man was less than a foot away from his eyeballs, but he showed no fear. Li Yan looked at the pale young man and said, "You are not my opponent. Step down and admit defeat, or you will die."
Zhang Mingyuan gritted his teeth and stood up: "It's still close."
Li Yan narrowed his eyes, and hooked his palms at Zhang Mingyuan.
Zhang Ming stood still, black ripples appeared in his eyes.
"Glance at a glimpse, start!"
"You chose to take a glimpse of the target."
"The target is locked: Li Yan. This lock can be released at any time."
"It's a pity that you didn't know the opponent's weakness. If the target is in a state of glimpse for a long time, it will increase your chances of gaining insight into its weakness."
You have obtained the following information:
?Name: Li Yan
Status: None
Talent: Ancient Martial Arts 81% 100%
Skills: None (Li Yan didn't buy Glimpse, He Andong spent Yan Fu points to use it directly.)
Threat Level: Crimson
Remarks: As a beginner who faced the Yan Fu incident for the first time, this man has never experienced the power of Yan Fu. Believe me, this is your only chance.
Li Yanfei rushed to attack, the longer the glimpse lasted, the greater the possibility of discovering the target's weakness. When Li Yan faced He Andong, he didn't find the so-called weakness, but he didn't want to try it himself.
The Han sword and the smoke pot collided, and the black ripples in Zhang Mingyuan's eyes became more and more intense. The face-blocking man in his hand moved like lightning, and at the same time raised his right knee high, poking the Tihuang leg in his foot and kicking Li Yan's calf.
Li Yan's Han sword slashed down, forcing Zhang Mingyuan's legs back, and Zhang Mingyuan, who was in a state of shock, spotted Li Yan's new strength, raised his hand to block the old man's bird's beak and cigarette holder, and poked Li Yan's neck!
It's this kind of
Li Yan sighed secretly in his heart, he had also used it at a glance, and had his own understanding of this skill that was classified as ordinary quality.
If you are an ordinary person with no experience in martial arts, after using Glance, you will feel that the opponent's movements are extremely slow, and you can see even the smallest details clearly.
For people like Li Yan and Zhang Mingyuan who are proficient in martial arts, a glimpse will speed up their reaction speed, so as to make a more calm response. The sword does not have such eyesight and reaction. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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