Chapter 1149

The way of sword is ever-changing.

Even in Shushan, there are thousands of sword techniques in the door. I don't dare to say that there are all kinds of sword techniques in the world.

Since ancient times, there are countless strong people who love kendo. Many of them have not been inherited, which is a great loss of kendo.

The sword technique that Mo Beiting came across in the forbidden mountain was left by an expert of unknown age. Because there is no record, it is collectively referred to as ancient sword technique, which is also a kind of opportunity widely spread among the people.

It's like something left by the ancients. It's very strong!

The wind blew hard.

The "upgraded" congenital magic weapon in the air fell slowly under the traction of the air engine.

Mo Beiting got up and held the red sword. His crazy bullying intention was more than three points. Then he came to a posture of holding the sword with his backhand and said in a deep voice, "please give me your advice!"

Zheng Feiyue was surprised.

It's still an ancient sword method of close combat.

"Brother Mo, please give me your advice."

Zheng Feiyue returned the gift. Anyway, he delayed time. If he could, Zheng Feiyue could even not do it. In this way, he and Mo Beiting were polite to each other until two hours later.

When my mind turned, Mo Beiting had disappeared.

Zheng Feiyue converges his mind. The long staff decomposes with his mind and turns into two golden boxers, which are put on gloves.

It's better to use short weapons to deal with long swords.

At dusk, a red light appeared on the right side of Zheng Feiyue's body.

He reacted quickly and hit him with a golden fist.

Hoo!

The fist crossed, but it was empty.

At the same time, Mo Beiting's figure came to the left like a ghost. People walked with the sword. Another red light flashed, leaving a blood mark on Zheng Feiyue.

Fortunately, Zheng Feiyue hid, otherwise it would not be as simple as bloodstains.

"It's a little interesting."

Zheng Feiyue narrowed his eyes and gradually became excited. Two golden boxers collided in front of him and said loudly, "brother Mo, what kind of hero is sneaking? Come out hard!"

Mo Beiting's face was taut, and wild eyes twinkled in his red eyes.

He stepped forward obliquely, and several visions appeared on his body, waving his sword to Zheng Feiyue from all directions.

At first, Zheng Feiyue thought it was a cover up. After a few blows with boxers, he found that it was not a cover up at all. Every shadow has an entity, which is more real than real.

"Shadow split?!"

Zheng Feiyue screamed strangely and was avoided by the long sword. He was in a mess.

In a trance,

The Mobei Pavilion in all directions disappeared, leaving only one opposite. Holding a red sword, he said coldly, "Zheng Feiyue, is that all you can do? I'm so disappointed!"

Zheng Feiyue took a deep breath.

The tiger doesn't get angry. Do you think I'm a two egg?

He slowly took off his golden fist, and his magic Qi surged all over, and his momentum kept climbing!

"Eight pole profound meaning, shake!"

Squeak~

A harsh friction sound sounded. Zheng Feiyue had carried his powerful force, like a bison charging, plundered in front of Mo Beiting and smashed it!

"Sword barrier!"

Mo Beiting whispered, and the red sword danced in his hand. The shadow of the sword staggered and turned into a red barrier around him.

Zheng Feiyue bumped into the red barrier with an unstoppable momentum.

"Sword spine!"

Mo Beiting drank low again, waved his red sword and followed him? She shoots a circle of sword stabs, which are dense and sharp.

Zheng Feiyue felt the threat, and his two fists turned into pieces in an instant, and then into a golden shield, stood in front of him and fought back.

Ding Ding!

Sharp spikes hit the shield, making a dense collision sound.

Under the stage.

He Zhong looked at the two men fighting on the magic cutting platform, focusing on Mo Beiting's ancient sword method. He frowned and said, "there is attack and defense, and mixed with body method. Is this still sword method?"

Liu Jianxian said lightly, "the ancients' sword cultivation is naturally different, which is the difference of the times. This set of ancient sword method is very good. Even if it is in the door, it is enough to rank among the top ten. Ah Zhong, if you are right about him, how confident are you?"

When he Zhong heard the speech, he said positively: "Mo Beiting is a genius of Fu and sword double cultivation. The disciples dare not talk about the victory or defeat, but based on the theory of Kendo alone, the disciples will win without doubt!"

"What's the solution?"

Liu Jianxian started the on-site assessment.

He Zhong carefully explained: "as you said, times have changed. Now when repairing swords, we pay attention to the sincerity and spirit of swords. I have only one sword in my heart, and one sword can break thousands of laws."

"Good!"

Although Liu Jianxian doesn't like to laugh at ordinary times, he doesn't have the problem of talking on airs. Good is good, and good should be praised loudly.

He Zhong felt his head and showed some upright color.

After Liu Jianxian praised him, he did not forget to give his own opinion: "there is a problem with Mo Beiting's sword pill. With this, it is impossible to compare your Kendo attainments in this life."

"Cough, cough, cough."

"This... This..."

"Master Jianxian, the Taoist friends of Maoshan are still there."

What Liu Jianxian said, others were embarrassed, especially the elders and disciples of Maoshan. Their first disciples were so belittled, embarrassed and angry.

Liu Jianxian snorted coldly, "even if you are the leader of Maoshan mountain, I have nothing to say. In those years, the immortal devil war..."

When the elder began to talk about the great achievements of that year, the only thing the younger generation could do was to shut up and listen.

On the magic cutting platform.

Zheng Feiyue holding a shield, with? Play like a thunder fighter, dodge or resist all the attacking sword tips.

When he hit this, he was on fire. He was too lazy to change the shape of his weapon. He rushed to Mo Beiting with a shield in his hand and shouted, "I beat you to death!"

"Sword bush!"

Mo Beiting played a new trick, inserted the red sword under his feet, crossed his hands, stretched out two index fingers between his eyebrows, and then stepped on the ground in turn like a great God.

Buzzing.

The earth trembled and the footsteps trembled, as if an ancient fierce beast would break through the earth.

Zheng Feiyue was still flying in the air. Suddenly, he felt excited and looked down. He found that hundreds of stone swords suddenly rushed out of the rock and shot at him.

This ancient sword technique has a lot of patterns. It's very annoying after a set of processes.

"A!"

Zheng Feiyue roared, and the Duxiu staff turned into a gold armor.

Then he ignored the stone swords and continued to pounce on Mo Beiting: "I'm stabbed into a horse honeycomb today, and I'll do you, who steps on a horse!"

Whoosh, whoosh.

The stone sword hit Zheng Feiyue with one handle.

"Poof poof!"

Zheng Feiyue's mouth was like a faucet and kept spitting blood, while his eyes were staring at Mo Beiting. His ferocious and murderous feet made Mo Beiting cold in his heart.

There was no reason. He panicked and drew his sword a beat slower.

It was this trivial panic. Zheng Feiyue had bullied his body, stretched his palms forward, and the magic Qi surged. He firmly controlled Mo Beiting's shoulders and shouted, "eight pole profound meaning, town!"

During the magic breath, Zheng Feiyue's palm produced a huge suction, picked up Mo Beiting and his sword, then swung a group in the air and smashed it down!

Boom!

The magic cutting platform vibrates.

Mo Beiting was upside down, his whole head inserted into the rock, his feet facing the sky, still trembling.

fall headlong!

Zheng Feiyue pulled him out of the ground, urged by the magic Qi of his fingertips, skillfully cut a blood hole in his neck, opened his mouth and pasted it.

It's time for dinner.