Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 460: The sword breaks Bashan

Chapter 460 The Sword Breaks Bashan

Zhao Changhe is really addicted to fighting. When he asked to fight Lei Zhentang earlier, it was not just words that blocked him, but actually he really wanted to fight him in his heart.

Even if he knows that he may not be able to defeat him, this is what happens to a man who practices blood evil skills.

Fortunately, he suppressed his eagerness to move, otherwise he might not be able to hide the blood in his eyes.

In fact, Zhao Changhe, who suppressed the Blood Demon Kung Fu and switched to using a sword, could only display half of his normal strength, but Zhao Changhe actually found it very fun to fight. It's a bit like the feeling of traveling all the way through the secret realm of Kunlun. You are faced with all kinds of new scenes, racking your brains to apply what you have learned that you don't use much in daily life, the passion of inspiration and collision. , which is difficult to experience while dancing wildly with a knife.

Maybe it’s because you like the new and hate the old? No... that's the warrior's joy for a new challenge, just like a game player encountering an interesting version update.

And I have been trying Tantan's sword skills on the edge but never really practiced them. Now I feel that the more I use them, the more fun I have. The feeling of a sword is really different.

The sword is violent, powerful, straightforward, and powerful enough to defeat thousands of armies.

The sword is free and elegant, with both the joy of operation and the fierce killing of life and death.

In fact, he is no stranger to swords for a long time... He has integrated swordsmanship into swordsmanship a long time ago, but that kind of integration cannot fully bring out the value of swordsmanship. The essence is still the sword. Only when you separate it now can you truly understand the sword.

It seems that the energy that was originally roaring and sweeping in the blood began to gather into a sharp edge. Zhao Changhe immediately thought of the sharp blade grass needed for body training, and also thought of what Li Shentong said. Exercise direction.

That’s it.

Everything I have learned and known may seem to be unrelated, but in fact it is all connected.

And... the so-called Gu can be completely matched with the natural differences between the second page of the Book of Heaven... It is said that that page corresponds to the makeup of the late Tang Dynasty, but in fact it does not correspond to the Miao border of this trip? As a result, the VR of Tianshu has begun to gradually display more and more Gu insect effects, which are actually biological nature.

What you gain and what your enemy shows you, gradually point to the bridge between heaven and earth.

"Buzz!" The energy and blood in the body suddenly surged wildly, as if there was a feeling of chaos and boiling.

Zhao Changhe looked up and saw a woman standing in front of him apologetically: "Our method of casting a curse requires a medium. We just used the corpse killed by Guardian Si to trigger the curse. I hope Guardian Si will not think it is. Make a sneak attack or join forces with others."

Strictly speaking, it seems to be true, but the curse requires it and he said it frankly. Zhao Changhe didn't mind and said with a smile: "Of course."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "This is a blood curse, causing chaos in the whole body's energy and blood. It can range from loss of strength to death by explosion. If the Si protector feels unable to resist, he can stop it earlier."

Zhao Changhe said: "Does it count if I carry it over?"

The woman shook her head: "Of course I will take advantage of the situation to attack, otherwise what's the point of holding you back..."

As he spoke, a Miao knife appeared in his hand, and he tentatively cut it: "Dragon Si, please pay attention."

"Actually, eldest sister, you don't have to be so polite. This sword could have been more severe." Zhao Changhe smiled, and suddenly the sword came out like a dragon, accurately pointing at the side of Miao Dao.

The sharp sword energy struck, shaking the woman Miao Dao, who almost lost her hand, and then retreated in shock: "Are you completely unaffected by the curse?"

Zhao Changhe grinned: "It's okay, I have the flesh and blood Ping An Gu."

What kind of poison is this?

Everyone looked at each other, confused.

Sisi laughed loudly, full of energy. Didn't this hit Zhao Changhe's strength? You might as well change a curse, such as the lustful Gu... Well, it seems to be of no use. In the bathtub yesterday... This aunt is not as beautiful as me, and I can't do it...

Just as he was thinking this, Zhao Changhe suddenly said "Huh" and felt very sleepy.

When the battle was raging, I felt very sleepy. It felt like I could fall asleep standing up while holding my sword. The opponent's Miao Dao had already taken the opportunity to escape from the entanglement of his own sword and slashed back.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief: "This is the sleeping Gu. It has quietly possessed you just now..."

"Pa!" Before he finished speaking, a tiny Gu insect suddenly fell from Zhao Changhe's body. Zhao Changhe's eyesight returned to clarity, and he quickly grabbed the woman's wrist where she had cut off the Miao Dao with his left hand. The long sword was already placed on the woman's neck.

The woman was stunned: "How did you do this? You didn't notice it, but you were quietly possessed by the Gu..."

"Concession." Zhao Changhe did not explain, but he actually had more than enough intentions.

Don't look at Yun Dan Fengqing's attack, it is actually extremely dangerous. If he breaks through at a moment's notice, the opponent Miao Dao will be on his neck. The method to crack it is the sharpness of Qi and blood that has just been realized. When the Gu insect gets in, it feels like it has penetrated into the forest of swords and was stabbed out... However, this kind of Gu insect is weak. If it is strong, it will really fail...

The art of witchcraft is really difficult to guard against, but it is also really interesting.

The woman shook her head in admiration and stepped back. Zhao Changhe took a few deep breaths and felt a little tired.

Even though they were all opponents with not very high cultivation, they really tried their best and could not relax at all.

A handsome man slowly walked out in front of him, his back straight and his body like a sword. Slowly walked up to Zhao Changhe, raised his sword and pointed: "She tribe Lan Wujiang, please give me the Dharma Protector's advice."

Zhao Changhe's eyes narrowed slightly, his slightly drooped shoulders gradually straightened, and his fighting spirit burned.

This temperament, this sword intent, this "wu" generation.

Bashan Jianlu!

Hey, isn't Han Wubing a disciple? How can he be the same generation as seniors like Shi Wuding?

This thought flashed through my mind, and I slowly said: "I'll wait for you for a long time."

Lan Wujiang squinted his eyes and looked at him, and said slowly: "Sure enough."

Zhao Changhe said: "Are you really from the She tribe?"

"Of course." Lan Wujiang said: "You? True Spirit Clan?"

Zhao Changhe akimbo: "Of course!"

Yue Hongling glanced at Sisi, who turned her head.

"Okay." Lan Wujiang said: "Your sword skills are very good."

Zhao Changhe said: "Your sword skills are not good."

Lan Wujiang looked at him coldly.

Sisi asked Yue Hongling in a low voice: "Do people who play swordsman talk like this?"

Yue Hongling couldn't laugh or cry: "Am I not a swordsman? Tang Buqi is also a swordsman. Who is like this... Maybe he learned it from Han Wubing."

Sisi said: "It seems like we should keep him away from Han Wubing in the future...it's scary."

But I heard Zhao Changhe continue: "You should be the first to come out, that is the swordsman."

Lan Wujiang was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Maybe."

"You feel guilty when I am exhausted. If you are timid before fighting, you are not worthy of being my opponent." Zhao Changhe sneered: "Let you draw the sword first."

Anger finally flashed in Lan Wujiang's eyes.

The sword glow suddenly appeared in the hall.

There is no bright light, no violent energy.

A ray of sword light cut through the void and came to Zhao Changhe's throat in an instant.

Yue Hongling suddenly stood up: "Good swordsmanship!"

This is definitely a top swordsman at the ninth level of the Mysterious Entrance, who is only one step away from entering the secret door!

Zhao Changhe's own strength should have been halved if he hid the Blood Demon Kung Fu and used a sword instead. What's more, he had gone through a wheel battle, exhausted all his skills, and was exhausted. Can Zhao Changhe really defeat such an opponent at this moment?

Zhao Changhe's steps were wrong, and people with poor eyesight did not even feel that he moved. However, Lan Wujiang's sword light was at its strongest, but it had been avoided without leaving a trace. The next moment, the Dragon Emperor pointed his finger diagonally, and pointed at Lan Wujiang's sword. side.

With a "ding" sound, both of them swayed slightly.

The next moment almost coincidentally, the sword glow skyrocketed. It seemed as if thousands of pear trees were in full bloom in the hall, like rain falling all over the sky.

Bashan night rain swells the autumn pond.

Spring water stretches across the sky and blue waves cross the sky.

The sound of the two swords clashing was endless, as close as thousands of raindrops hitting the eaves at the same time. Most people could no longer keep up with the speed of these two people and were dazzled by the sight.

"Is this a battle in Miao territory?" Many people are whispering: "Is this really not the list of people from the Central Plains?"

"Where's their Gu?"

"...Weaker Gu can't enter such a sword net at all. They all chose this mode precisely to prevent being attacked by Gu. Otherwise, why would they use such a sword net one on one, which consumes a lot of energy? ."

"I see... what about the Gu that blesses itself?"

Lan Wujiang has it.

Yue Hongling clearly sensed the flow of Lan Wujiang's power, becoming more powerful and sharper. The sword energy emitted seemed to be alive, spinning around a thousand times, and threads burst out, all pointing at Zhao Changhe's position.

Blade Grass...Blade Gu?

On the other hand, Zhao Changhe had the same method of spreading sword energy in all directions, but how could the little knowledge of using sword energy he learned from Tang Wanzhuang be as good as other people's hard-earned manipulation of sword energy, as dense as a forest?

However, Lan Wujiang, who was in the middle of the game, did not feel relaxed at all.

He also felt that Zhao Changhe's sword was getting stronger and faster, as if each sword was slightly stronger than the previous one. After accumulating a hundred swords, it had begun to become a bit like the Yellow River rushing to the sea, and it was unstoppable. .

What kind of swordsmanship is this?

Zhao Changhe learned the Sword of Abi and the Endless Sea of ​​Blood inherited from the Sword Emperor. Each sword can absorb a little of the power of the previous sword, gradually accumulating. It used to be integrated into the sword technique before, but later the stronger the opponent, the more powerful it could be to gather strength to avoid being absorbed and stolen, so it was no longer used for a long time. This moment is, of course, a time to regain.

Lan Wujiang thought he also had a Gu, so he invariably applied this sword rain pattern. Countless fights occurred in a short period of time, which was just right for the use of this move.

By the time Lan Wujiang realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

A bit of sword light exploded from before his eyes, like the Milky Way hanging in the sky, straight into the sky, with endless waves of blood.

A stern look flashed in Lan Wujiang's eyes, and suddenly the man and his sword merged into one, heading towards the place where the stormy waves were at their strongest.

Bashan’s unique skills have yet to return.

Every time there is a rain of swords, there must be flaws to be found. What seems to be the strongest point is often the core intersection.

"Good swordsmanship." Zhao Changhe actually had time to sigh: "I learned it, thank you."

"Choke!" Lan Wujiang's long sword penetrated fiercely into the core, but Zhao Changhe's sword force suddenly changed.

Like the surging waves of the Milky Way, the upside-down sword force suddenly shrank and converged at one point, as if all the waves of blood converged into a screaming spirit, claiming lives and souls, and dying together!

The skill of the Sword Emperor, the sword of Yuantu!

The two passed each other with their backs facing each other.

Lan Wujiang covered his ribs, blood gradually flowing out.

Zhao Changhe had a **** on his left arm. When everyone was stunned, he suddenly struck back with a sword and cut off a piece of flesh on his arm.

A Gu insect fell to the ground, twitching and motionless.

He was still guarding against poison until the moment he was about to die...

People stared blankly at the way he was cutting off his arm flesh. It was clear that they were sweating from the pain, but both the enemy and ourselves felt a little trembling in their hearts.

A true husband.

Sisi and Yue Hongling sat on the small bench with their chins in their hands and looked at his back. Neither of them spoke.

"Bang!" Lan Wujiang fell to the ground with a bang. A group of tribesmen rushed up and tried their best to treat his injuries. They glared at Zhao Changhe angrily: "Si Laoye, you have such poisonous hands!"

"He's not dead, you're just calling me shit." Zhao Changhe gasped, his tone extremely tired: "Who else wants to give me advice?"

No one answered for a while.

The leader of the Bai tribe loudly said: "What else is there to compare with? I will accept your seat! I will be the first to refuse to accept who is qualified to replace you as the fifth seat!"

The audience was silent and no one refuted.

Even Lei Zhentang couldn't refute it, and he wanted to lose face.

In fact, there are many disciples hiding in Jianlu, but at this moment, anyone who dares to take action will simply offend the public.

Could it be that the fifth seat was really occupied by the Eldar like this? Lei Zhentang squeezed the armrest tightly, his expression uncertain.

Zhao Changhe stood for a moment, no one responded, he bowed his hands and saluted everyone around, and smiled: "Everyone expresses love...but this is not my fifth seat."

He slowly turned around, walked up to Sisi, bowed and saluted: "Return to the Saint... Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."