He smiled and said, "Your Majesty has great swordsmanship and has been given the mantle of the Green Sword. Now that I have given up my sword, can it be said that my swordsmanship is better than my swordsmanship?"
Li Luo did not answer, but asked in a strange voice: "You said that I may not know which one of her is the real her, but do you know which one of me is the real me?"
The smile on Ling Hanfeng's face gradually faded away, revealing a trace of solemnity and ruthlessness that was inconsistent with his face.
"Time is running out...haha." The spear flew, and the fourth round began.
The spear is the first of the four famous weapons and the king of a hundred soldiers. In the military, there has always been a saying about the old stick, the moon sword, and practicing the spear for a long time. The beauty of it is that practice can change. With practice, the mind can forget the hand and the hand can forget the gun. ; The use of round essence is not stagnant, and there is nothing more valuable than stillness. When the mind is still and does not move rashly, it is easy to live in. It is unpredictable and has endless deifications. There are virtual and real, and there are strange and right; its advance is sharp, and its retreat is rapid; its potential is dangerous. Its knots are short; it is as motionless as a mountain and as moving as thunder. There are many masters of spears among the Shepherds, but when it comes to the realm of masters, there may only be one Shen Xiangdong. Looking at the world, among the top group of people there is also Most of the masters who don't use guns are still confined to the ranks or walking around in the escort agency.
Li Luo learned the gun, which was originally intended for horse battles. He had practiced marksmanship when he was a child, and he was only proficient in it, not immersed in it. The common Liuhe gun, Siping gun, locking gun, Wuhu breaking door gun, Zhangba Sanlang, Wu The God of Hooks, Flying Silver Spear, etc. are quite impressive when performed. However, it was only after worshiping Shen Xiangdong that he really learned the art of marksmanship. On the way to Dizhou in the west, he knew the suffering of the people and the filth of the imperial court, so he created the art of marksmanship out of anger. , is called hate, and has many flaws without being tempered. It was not until I met Chang Ning later that I became angry and blamed myself, so I filled the moves with the artistic conception of marksmanship. Of course, it is not just the hatred of breaking the oath, but many, many hatreds. There is no hatred anywhere in the family, the country, and the world. Later, when she got married and left Zhuocheng, his marksmanship had a touch of lingering, like an extra soft hand. , was able to calm down the violence in his marksmanship. From then on, his marksmanship had the word "parting" added to it, and became "hateful separation".
Guilt for the crazy gun, hate the separation, until now, hate what will happen after the separation?
Passionate sentiments have been hurt by separation since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival.
Ling Hanfeng was shocked by Li Luo's miraculous marksmanship, and was even more shocked that he was now a completely different person, abandoning all ethics and morals, and only driven by an animalistic instinct in his heart, allowing him to kill the person in front of him. .The marksmanship is only a matter of familiarity. The mind forgets the hand and the hand forgets the gun. He has inexplicably reached the state of perfect marksmanship.
The weapons used by Ling Hanfeng were a knife and a sword. The knife was a good knife and the sword was a good sword, but it was not the legendary black sword and white sword. Before the competition, he had guessed many scenarios and used the knife to block Li Luo's knife. Use the sword to win; use the sword to block his sword, and use the sword to win. Various deductions show that although King Dingtian's Daluo sword is famous in the south of the world and is unparalleled, it is just a mortal in the south of the world, not as good as the extreme north. Retreat In ten thousand steps, you can't win, but it's also difficult to lose.
But he never expected that Li Luo would abandon his sword and use a gun. In the southern part of the world, many people knew that Li Luo could use a gun, but not many people knew about his shooting skills. Even if there were It had some edge, but it was far less dazzling than his Ming Hong Dao, so he didn't even think about Li Luo fighting him with a gun.
Spears are longer than knives and swords.
The old man Zhuiding lowered his head and looked at the spear in Li Luo's palm like a snake coming out of its hole, showing a thoughtful expression. The tip of the spear was full of affection, like a blooming black peony, dignified and beautiful but sinister and dangerous. With the spear
It seems that he was not impulsive in breaking the sword, but had already thought about it. His moves were all about restraining Ling Hanfeng's sword and sword. When the sword was sharp, he hid the gun; when the sword was less sharp, the gun was like a life-threatening ghost.
He wrapped around him tirelessly. The gun could reach the distance within reach of the knife and the sword, but it could also reach the distance that was beyond the reach. Li Luo used the weapon to be as long and powerful as possible, but Ling Hanfeng did not use the weapon as short or dangerous as the weapon.
After performing the special sword skill, he still didn't expect Li Luo to abandon the sword.
When he used a spear to break a sword, did he break the vertical and horizontal swords of the Song family in Tiannan? Or had he anticipated that the black sword and white sword in the far north might reappear in the world and become his enemy? If it was the latter,
Then you have to think carefully about how many steps this prince from Tiannan has taken.
The method of cracking was correct, but the person holding the gun was obviously wrong. He was lost.
The knife was very close to him, and the sword was also very close to him. There were at least six or seven wounds left on his body, some deep and some shallow. The blood soaked his clothes and slowly seeped out, like beautiful petals.
The cavalry generals of the Chinese army looked at Li Luo and Ling Hanfeng with fear. The sword could cut through the chaos of the world. That kind of continuity had reached its extreme. It steadily suppressed the guilt-crazy spear in Li Luo's hand. If it weren't for the guilt-crazy comparison.
Ling Hanfeng's knives and swords have grown a lot, and I'm afraid Li Luo has already been torn into pieces.
However, the crazy gun that was restrained by the sword did not obey. Instead, each shot was faster than the last, only attacking but not defending. After putting aside etiquette, the hateful separation turned into a pure magic gun, just like Li Luo at this moment.
It was Ling Hanfeng who had the upper hand. If Li Luo hadn't abandoned his sword, he would have been able to fight, but now he had three more wounds on his body, and Ling Hanfeng didn't even have any scars until now.
The outcome of this game seems to have been decided. Gu Liang Lei couldn't bear to watch anymore. His nails pierced his palms. It hurt, but it didn't hurt. If he lost and died, he would avenge him even if he tried his best, even if they died together.
Xue Li's expression was solemn. She felt that Li Luo would lose, but she also felt that Ling Hanfeng would die. These two thoughts were entangled with each other, but there was no feeling of violation at all. The old man was also watching, watching, and was worried.
It's scary, he can break Ling Hanfeng's sword with a spear, so if he uses blood glass, will he be able to break his black sword and white sword in the same way?
There was only one person in the field whose heart was cold. Ling Hanfeng knew that he had left a total of eleven wounds on his body, seven sword wounds and four knife wounds. Of course, he also knew that the first wound was the most serious. It was obvious that
However, the sword just cut through his clothes, leaving only a wound that was no more than three or four inches long and less than half an inch deep. The next sword or the next sword might cause him to be injured and bleed. The most disturbing thing for him was
What was frightening was Li Luo's eyes. The more blood flowed, the brighter, fiercer, and crazier the strange fire in his eyes became. That kind of madness made Ling Hanfeng shudder. Being stared at by him was like being stared at by someone behind that door.
Something is staring at a feeling, following it like a shadow. This chapter has been completed!