Chapter 2955
When the sound sounded.
Yangxu's pupil suddenly shrinks and suddenly turns back:
He didn't even notice the approach of another breath.
He looked at the figure:
A tall and slender figure stood on the boulder in the distance.
He was dressed in white and had long hair like snow, hanging down his waist.
A white sword was hung around his waist.
The white haired man's face, without any blood color, looked a little pale.
A pair of eyes, surrounded by a dark eye shadow, and pupil is nothingness white, no focal length.
"Blind?"
Yangxu asked.
The man with white hair like snow smiled and hunted in the wind:
"Thank you for your trouble. Blindness is the reason for my practice, but it has no effect on my strength."
The white haired man turned his head slightly and accurately locked the position of Yangxu.
A pair of empty eyes looked at Yang Xu and said:
"Why did you come down to my frozen country?"
In the hall.
With the help of the eye of the moon, the six strong men saw the confrontation between the white haired man and Yangxu.
Their faces all looked puzzled:
"Who is this white haired man?"
"It seems that we have some strength. How can we never know?"
They looked at the white haired man without any impression.
But strangely enough.
I always feel that white haired men have a familiar temperament.
Where did it come from?
Six strong people, fall into thinking.
Yangxu this way.
Looking at the white haired man, he couldn't help smiling and said:
"I have no purpose in coming to the rigid country. If I have to say one, I'll probably come and have a look at the strength of the rigid country by the way."
The white haired man slightly turned his head:
"Are you satisfied with the strength of our country?"
Yang Xu smiled, looked calm and shook his head slowly:
"Although it surprised me a little, it didn't surprise me."
"Oh? That's not very satisfied?"
The white haired man said faintly, holding the sword around his waist with his left hand.
Yang Xu raised his eyebrows:
"Left handed sword? It's rare."
The white haired man nodded and his voice came with a sword light:
"Your Excellency has come all the way. Naturally, he wants to satisfy you. Take my sword."
As he spoke, the sword light seemed to be fast and slow. It was already light and fluttering and cut in front of Yang Xu.
In the hall.
The six leaders of the rigid country couldn't help but turn their lips when they saw this scene:
"Is this white hair sick? Who can be hit by such a slow sword?"
"Eh, slow? Why do I think it's as fast as lightning?"
"What's the matter? This sword is light and has no sense of strength. I'm afraid it can't break the boy's defense at all!"
"Light and floating? Are you kidding? This sword is obviously powerful and heavy. It's as violent as thunder, okay?"
……
The six big men spoke.
Suddenly, they found that their perception of the sword of the white haired man was completely different.
The same sword, different people seem to have different feelings.
"Who the hell is this white haired man? Why have you never heard of such a strange sword?"
Ruo Jiang had this kind of sword repair long ago.
You shouldn't be anonymous?
The six strong men looked at each other and saw the doubts in each other's eyes.
Yangxu this way.
I can see that ray of sword light, which seems to be slow, real and urgent, fast, real and slow. It cuts and kills itself with a strange rhythm.
He raised his eyebrows and sighed:
"After so long, I finally met a decent sword repair."
"You, very good."
With Yang Xu's admiration, he stretched out his fingers at will towards the cut sword light.
Just a flick.
Then listen to the sound of Dang.
The sword light was shattered by two fingers of Yang Xu.
The collapsed sword light, like starlight, catapulted to the four directions.
Hit the boulder and directly burst a thin hole.
It shows the power of this sword!
The white haired man's eyebrows trembled slightly, and a pair of pupils without focal length locked the direction of the rising sun:
"You are indeed a sword repairman."
Yang Xu shook his head:
"No, I can't count sword repair. At least, it's not a dedicated sword repair."
Although he knows fencing.
But not specialized in swords.
Yangxu has so many cards and tricks.
"Even if you are not proficient in swords, you are much better than many swords. You are qualified to fight with me."
The white haired man said and slowly pulled out the sword around his waist.
With a sword in his left hand, a trace of piety appeared on his face:
"I am a dull person. I have no talent for fencing."
Yang Xu said with a smile:
"Really, it doesn't look like it?"
The white haired man smiled bitterly:
"If I tell you that I have been in kendo for 8900 years, can you believe it?"
“！”
Yangxu's pupil shrinks slightly.
8900 years?
It's an interesting time. The rigid country has fallen into a deep sleep for 9000 years. The white haired man has practiced swordsmanship for 8900 years. He didn't fall into a deep sleep?
In the hall.
The six strong people of rigid countries also exclaimed:
"Impossible! Nine thousand years ago, the king and his generals made a plan that all the people of the dark continent would fall asleep."
"No one can escape the baptism of the eye of the moon!"
At this point.
A discordant voice sounded:
"No! The baptism of the eye of the moon has a blood vessel that can be rid of and unaffected."
Once you say that.
The other five suddenly changed their faces:
"Is it..."
Brush.
They looked at the center of the hall, the golden coffin that had been smashed into gold foil by generals and officials.
"Is it the blood of the king? Or is the white haired man the king?"
"The king... Is not in the golden coffin. Doesn't that mean that the general's plan of the thief will not be realized?"
This moment.
The six strong men felt a burst of excitement.
In the light curtain, the battle between Yang Xu and the white haired man began without warning.
He saw the light of the sword in the sky, and the sword Qi overflowed.
The rolling sword light rushed into the sky, and the earth was cut vertically and horizontally, cutting open cracks.
White haired man, stepping on the void, such as snow, white hair dancing with the wind, eyes without focal length seem to penetrate the void and firmly lock Yang Xu's body shape.
Yang Xu was surrounded by thunder. Nine shining divine swords, like nine giant pillars, stood behind him.
He was like a fighting God. His eyes twinkled, and the nine divine swords were shocked.
The sword light roared and the edge was like electricity. It tore the void and killed the man in white in an instant.
The man in white cut with his sword.
A word, across the void.
The sword Qi that killed Yang Xu broke.
"Good swordsmanship."
As soon as Yang Xu's eyes brightened, the man in white had a very exquisite grasp of both the angle of his sword and the timing.
Whether it's a minute slow or a minute fast.
It can't reach the effect of the sword just made by the man in white.
If one word is used to describe the swordsmanship of a man in white, it is:
Precision!
Extreme goblin accuracy!
No more half points, many half inches.
At the most appropriate time and within the most appropriate distance, the highest power of this sword will burst out!
This.
Yangxu is inferior to him!
Yangxu's pupil suddenly shrinks and suddenly turns back:
He didn't even notice the approach of another breath.
He looked at the figure:
A tall and slender figure stood on the boulder in the distance.
He was dressed in white and had long hair like snow, hanging down his waist.
A white sword was hung around his waist.
The white haired man's face, without any blood color, looked a little pale.
A pair of eyes, surrounded by a dark eye shadow, and pupil is nothingness white, no focal length.
"Blind?"
Yangxu asked.
The man with white hair like snow smiled and hunted in the wind:
"Thank you for your trouble. Blindness is the reason for my practice, but it has no effect on my strength."
The white haired man turned his head slightly and accurately locked the position of Yangxu.
A pair of empty eyes looked at Yang Xu and said:
"Why did you come down to my frozen country?"
In the hall.
With the help of the eye of the moon, the six strong men saw the confrontation between the white haired man and Yangxu.
Their faces all looked puzzled:
"Who is this white haired man?"
"It seems that we have some strength. How can we never know?"
They looked at the white haired man without any impression.
But strangely enough.
I always feel that white haired men have a familiar temperament.
Where did it come from?
Six strong people, fall into thinking.
Yangxu this way.
Looking at the white haired man, he couldn't help smiling and said:
"I have no purpose in coming to the rigid country. If I have to say one, I'll probably come and have a look at the strength of the rigid country by the way."
The white haired man slightly turned his head:
"Are you satisfied with the strength of our country?"
Yang Xu smiled, looked calm and shook his head slowly:
"Although it surprised me a little, it didn't surprise me."
"Oh? That's not very satisfied?"
The white haired man said faintly, holding the sword around his waist with his left hand.
Yang Xu raised his eyebrows:
"Left handed sword? It's rare."
The white haired man nodded and his voice came with a sword light:
"Your Excellency has come all the way. Naturally, he wants to satisfy you. Take my sword."
As he spoke, the sword light seemed to be fast and slow. It was already light and fluttering and cut in front of Yang Xu.
In the hall.
The six leaders of the rigid country couldn't help but turn their lips when they saw this scene:
"Is this white hair sick? Who can be hit by such a slow sword?"
"Eh, slow? Why do I think it's as fast as lightning?"
"What's the matter? This sword is light and has no sense of strength. I'm afraid it can't break the boy's defense at all!"
"Light and floating? Are you kidding? This sword is obviously powerful and heavy. It's as violent as thunder, okay?"
……
The six big men spoke.
Suddenly, they found that their perception of the sword of the white haired man was completely different.
The same sword, different people seem to have different feelings.
"Who the hell is this white haired man? Why have you never heard of such a strange sword?"
Ruo Jiang had this kind of sword repair long ago.
You shouldn't be anonymous?
The six strong men looked at each other and saw the doubts in each other's eyes.
Yangxu this way.
I can see that ray of sword light, which seems to be slow, real and urgent, fast, real and slow. It cuts and kills itself with a strange rhythm.
He raised his eyebrows and sighed:
"After so long, I finally met a decent sword repair."
"You, very good."
With Yang Xu's admiration, he stretched out his fingers at will towards the cut sword light.
Just a flick.
Then listen to the sound of Dang.
The sword light was shattered by two fingers of Yang Xu.
The collapsed sword light, like starlight, catapulted to the four directions.
Hit the boulder and directly burst a thin hole.
It shows the power of this sword!
The white haired man's eyebrows trembled slightly, and a pair of pupils without focal length locked the direction of the rising sun:
"You are indeed a sword repairman."
Yang Xu shook his head:
"No, I can't count sword repair. At least, it's not a dedicated sword repair."
Although he knows fencing.
But not specialized in swords.
Yangxu has so many cards and tricks.
"Even if you are not proficient in swords, you are much better than many swords. You are qualified to fight with me."
The white haired man said and slowly pulled out the sword around his waist.
With a sword in his left hand, a trace of piety appeared on his face:
"I am a dull person. I have no talent for fencing."
Yang Xu said with a smile:
"Really, it doesn't look like it?"
The white haired man smiled bitterly:
"If I tell you that I have been in kendo for 8900 years, can you believe it?"
“！”
Yangxu's pupil shrinks slightly.
8900 years?
It's an interesting time. The rigid country has fallen into a deep sleep for 9000 years. The white haired man has practiced swordsmanship for 8900 years. He didn't fall into a deep sleep?
In the hall.
The six strong people of rigid countries also exclaimed:
"Impossible! Nine thousand years ago, the king and his generals made a plan that all the people of the dark continent would fall asleep."
"No one can escape the baptism of the eye of the moon!"
At this point.
A discordant voice sounded:
"No! The baptism of the eye of the moon has a blood vessel that can be rid of and unaffected."
Once you say that.
The other five suddenly changed their faces:
"Is it..."
Brush.
They looked at the center of the hall, the golden coffin that had been smashed into gold foil by generals and officials.
"Is it the blood of the king? Or is the white haired man the king?"
"The king... Is not in the golden coffin. Doesn't that mean that the general's plan of the thief will not be realized?"
This moment.
The six strong men felt a burst of excitement.
In the light curtain, the battle between Yang Xu and the white haired man began without warning.
He saw the light of the sword in the sky, and the sword Qi overflowed.
The rolling sword light rushed into the sky, and the earth was cut vertically and horizontally, cutting open cracks.
White haired man, stepping on the void, such as snow, white hair dancing with the wind, eyes without focal length seem to penetrate the void and firmly lock Yang Xu's body shape.
Yang Xu was surrounded by thunder. Nine shining divine swords, like nine giant pillars, stood behind him.
He was like a fighting God. His eyes twinkled, and the nine divine swords were shocked.
The sword light roared and the edge was like electricity. It tore the void and killed the man in white in an instant.
The man in white cut with his sword.
A word, across the void.
The sword Qi that killed Yang Xu broke.
"Good swordsmanship."
As soon as Yang Xu's eyes brightened, the man in white had a very exquisite grasp of both the angle of his sword and the timing.
Whether it's a minute slow or a minute fast.
It can't reach the effect of the sword just made by the man in white.
If one word is used to describe the swordsmanship of a man in white, it is:
Precision!
Extreme goblin accuracy!
No more half points, many half inches.
At the most appropriate time and within the most appropriate distance, the highest power of this sword will burst out!
This.
Yangxu is inferior to him!
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