Chapter 112： Fairy Fairy!

Flying fairy in 112 days!

The training ground behind the Sifan team.

Mao Zhihua vigorously clenched the slashing sword in his hand, his face sinking like water, looking at Lin Tianyao with a trace of excitement in his eyes...

At this moment, Mao Zhihualie no longer thinks about why the other party knows her roots. She just wants to get a good look at the other party's swordsmanship.

Although there are not many masters who understand Jianyi in the whole Corpse Soul Realm, she has also seen a lot in the past thousand years, and she herself is one of them. But she has never seen a kendo master who can substantiate the sword's meaning and inspire resonance like Lin Tianyao! Mao Zhihualie knew very well that even the captain of Yamamoto, known as the strongest death, could never do this.

"Let me see, how strong are you?!" Mao Zhihua Lie pulled out his slightly curving chopper blade, his face full of expectation.

Lin Tianyao raised his head and looked directly at each other like electricity, with a faint smile: "This question is also what I want to ask. I also want to see how the rumored "Baqianliu" swordsmanship shines." He held his back in one hand and reached forward with one hand, making a gesture.

Lin Tianyao's words just fell, and Mao Zhilie was already out of the box.

The white captain Yuzhi swayed in the wind, and the body temperament of Mao Zhihua changed from quiet and gentle to violent and fierce, and the crescent-shaped scimitar bloomed brilliantly.

This is the real first generation sword eight, Maozhihua eight thousand flow!

The machete-slicing technique brings all the subtleties of the eight thousand genres learned by Mao Zhihualie into one knife, a very fast and gorgeous knife.

In the eyes of Hu Cheyong, who was watching the battle, only a crescent-shaped silver awn was seen.

"Ha, something interesting." Lin Tianyao's right hand touched the shank of his left hand with a light smile and a faint smile, as if touching the face of his lover. Holding the sword handle lightly, Lin Tianyao's eyes sank, and only listened to the crackling sound of the'slap', the long sword was lifted up by Lin Tianyao with the scabbard at the same time, when the opponent's blade was about to reach his neck, The long sword came out of the sheath.

Ding!

The blade of the scimitar was blocked, and it was directly cut on the body of Lin Tianyao's half-drawn sword. In a crisp sound, a trace of Mars sputtered.

Lin Tianyao's right hand, holding the long sword, gave a slight shock, and Mao Zhihua immediately felt a strong force from the slashing sword, and his figure drifted back. However, after taking a few steps back, Mao Zhihualie's toes lightened slightly on the ground, and the man was already rushing towards Lin Tianyao again, and the machete in his hand was shot again.

Swords collide.

The crisp sound of ‘ding ding ding’ kept coming.

Mao Zhihua's scimitar is like dancing art, but Lin Tianyao's flying fairy swordsmanship is even more wonderful.

The two did not use any instantaneous steps and ghost roads. They were only sword moves. In the blink of an eye, they had already passed dozens of moves. During this period, the long sword in Lin Tianyao's hand was at most a half-sheath. Instead of completely unsheathed. This is just the case, which has completely blocked the sword technique of Mao Zhihualie.

After the sword collided again.

Mao Zhihualie’s left hand suddenly touched a thin sword from the cuff, spurting towards Lin Tianyao’s chest. The latter’s look remained the same, his toes were a little, and his body stepped back a few steps, avoiding the attack of the dark sword. .

Without advancing to chase, Mao Zhihua's eyelids drooped, staring at Lin Tianyao, and said coldly: "Oh? Can you hide this way... But, your sword is not out of the sheath. Is this disdain me?" ?I disdain my Maozhihuaqianliu, the sword of the first generation Jianba?"

The first generation of swords, eight hundred flowers, eight thousand streams...

It seems that Lie is really serious, and even such names are reported.

Tiger Che Yongyin thought anxiously.

"It seems that you still don't deserve the name of Baqianliu." Facing that indifferent line of sight, Lin Tianyao said with a light smile that made the other person's expression more cold.

Humph!

Sneered.

The eyes of Mao Zhihua Lie opened slightly, and the powerful pressure on her body suddenly exploded. In the short confrontation, she had already felt the strength of the swordsmanship of the scourge young man in front of her, even if she was not sealed in her childhood. Eight are hard to match.

Although she only played a few dozen tricks, but her ability was unable to force the other party to complete the sword, which shows the other party's arrogance and strength.

But it was precisely that kind of indifference of the other party that made Mao Zhilie's psychology difficult to balance. I don't know why, she always feels dissatisfied in her heart, and wants to prove herself to the other party, to prove that the name of her first generation Jianba is true. And this kind of dissatisfaction, even if it was once wounded by the unsealed more wooden sword eight.

With the dark sword in his left hand retracted into the cuff, Mao Zhihua Lie changed to a two-handed knife, and the spirit pressure of the whole body agitated, blowing away the braid braided on her chest, revealing the deep scar between the clavicle.

auzw.com The knife sharpened.

Brought up the sword pressure in the sky, and directly attacked Lin Tian.

Suddenly.

Two white figures were entangled in the training ground completely. You come and go, but you don't listen to the sound of weapon clashes, and the mutual attack on both sides seems to be hit in the empty space.

But on the ground, the abrupt gaps and gullies that were several meters long, let Hu Cheyong on the side know how dangerous this silent battle was.

The battle between the two is like playing chess. You come and go, but you are just laying out. If you don't fight it out completely, you will be indifferent to the sword under your eyes.

Mao Zhihua Lie became more and more excited, and the young man in trouble in front of him was definitely the strongest person she had ever seen in swordsmanship. The other party can be comparable to the present one without liberation of spirit pressure, so it is no surprise that he can easily defeat the three captains.

After fighting again after dozens of moves.

If the previous ten tricks were only to make Mao Zhihualie unconvinced, then the situation of the confrontation shocked her now.

His machete-slicing technique that released the spirit pressure won't take advantage of the opponent's swordsmanship.

Even if the other party was cast with a scabbard, Mao Zhihua Lie could still feel the high sword skill of the young boy in front of her, which made her unimaginable.

The other party's age seems to be less than two hundred years old, but the other party's skill in swordsmanship makes her hardly look back.

Thinking of this, Mao Zhihua's sword changed.

However, the machete slash technique has changed again, and it is no longer planned to continue the game, but to attack directly.

Ah.

Lin Tianyao smiled extremely rare.

Mao Zhihualie’s knife change was naturally clear, he was still carefully analyzing the opponent’s knife skill, which is rare in the entire world of death, but now the opponent’s moves suddenly changed, Lin Tianyao Has cleared the other party's mind.

The other party's skills are poor...

"Although I am a little disappointed, you are indeed a top swordsman in this world famous for strength."

Words fall.

Lin Tianyao danced with the sword in his hand, kicking the other party's attack, the long sword turned freely, and finally fell on his waist. He held the scabbard in his left hand and held the hilt in his right hand.

With a cry of choking, the long sword was completely unsheathed.

Simultaneously.

Mao Zhihua Lie carried the spirit pressure of his body with a scimitar in his hand, and directly hacked towards the other party. Listening to the opponent's long sword coming out of the sheath, looking at the silver light that burst out of the sword sheath. Mao Zhilie felt only a haze of mist around her, and at the same time, a flower in front of her.

What appeared in front of her was not a sword trick flashing Han Mang, but an extremely beautiful woman.

A snow-white dress, a crescent moon eyebrow, a moving star eye, a peerless face, a divine light of Qiuyueqiu, with a rich and graceful temperament, like a heavenly fairy flying away.

Mao Zhihualie froze at once, thinking that the chopper knife in his hand seemed to have been caught by life, and he could not retreat. Then, the fairy-like fabulous woman stabbed from her body. Straight through.

The smoke dissipated.

When the line of sight became clear again, Mao Zhihualie saw that his beheaded sword had fallen to the ground, while the other's sword tip was on his jade neck.

The next Hu Cheyong looked at this scene with a stunned look.

Is this a swordsmanship? Or the ability to cut souls?

"What a beautiful sword, I lost..." Mao Zhihua's mouth overflowed with blood, closed his eyes with a smile, and fell back.

With the sound of "Zhu", the sword was pulled back and hung around his waist. Lin Tianyao extended his right hand to catch the fallen Mao Hualie.

He looked at the soft woman who was comatose in her arms with a smile, and her eyes fell on the scar in the middle of the collarbone. Silently, Lin Tianyao gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth for the woman in Huaizhong...