"Fellow martial arts seniors, junior Zhuo Yifan is here to teach you some great tricks!" This man is seven feet tall and has an ordinary appearance. There is nothing commendable about him. The only thing that makes people strange is the sword in his hand. Isn't it?
Because this sword is very good, but it is too bad. As a swordsman, it is really shameful that he does not have a decent sword. Therefore, many martial arts practitioners can't help but close their eyes. This is really embarrassing. If I had known it,
Just got on by myself.
These people originally did not go to the ring to enhance their status, because it seems that the later they appear, the higher their status will be. However, they originally thought that they would be good juniors, but now they are nothing to be looked at and begged for.
What a difference between people, it’s really embarrassing
Ah! Of course, this is also the view of some people in the martial arts world, but Li Yunfei doesn't think so. Although Zhuo Yifan walks into the ring step by step, every step he takes seems to be full of strong charm, and people can't help but follow him.
steps into that frequency.
"This is definitely not a simple person, or he is the most dedicated swordsman I have ever seen besides Brother Long. He will definitely be a great swordsman in the future!" Li Yunfei looked at Zhuo Yifan carefully and felt in his heart.
With such a definition, maybe this person's name is Zhuo Yifan, but what happened today is destined to make him have an extraordinary achievement.
"Interesting! Kind of interesting!" Dao Mo looked at Zhuo Yifan, thinking of the provocative look he gave him just now, which made Dao Mo immediately interested, especially since the broken sword in Zhuo Yifan's hand no longer had any
The hilt of the sword was removed, and it was just wrapped with rags. Some rust stains could be seen faintly on the sword body. There was no doubt that in the eyes of others, this was definitely a broken sword.
The sword demon couldn't help but think of the battle in the 20th year. It was also such an ordinary sword, but it forced him to die. If the owner of the sword hadn't been seriously ill and suddenly fell ill, maybe
It is impossible for him to achieve such a prestigious reputation again. Sword Demon doesn't know what the relationship is between this Zhuo Yifan and that person. Maybe they are father and son, or they may be master and apprentice, but Sword Demon is no longer the same person as before, and this Zhuo Yifan is no longer the same person.
Yifan is not the swordsman he was before.
In the eyes of the sword demon, Zhuo Yifan seemed to have turned into a sword, a sword standing on the lofty mountains. The edge was hidden in the snow and did not reveal anything, but if it broke out, it would be enough to crack mountains and crack rocks, making anyone marvel. The sword demon
He couldn't help but look back at the man in black with a broken arm behind him. This was his disciple, and Zhuo Yifan was probably on par with him, but the man in black was still injured and it was impossible to fight again.
"Huh! You're a madman! Let me meet you for a while!" Sword Demon's words made some of the younger generations of the evil sect very dissatisfied. This poor boy has no family and no sect. What is there that deserves to be praised by Sword Demon? Sword Demon is in these
In the eyes of everyone in the evil sect, he is just one
There are thousands of young people practicing martial arts, but how many of them can get into the eyes of the sword demon? But now Zhuo Yifan in the ring can get such praise from the sword demon. How many of them can get such praise from the sword demon?
What young people in evil sects dream of?
"Pfft!" With an ordinary sword strike, everyone could even see how Zhuo Yifan drew his sword and how he stabbed the opponent. But what was incredible was that it seemed that the opponent intentionally stretched his neck to reach Zhuo Yifan.
On the tip of Fan's sword, it was as if the opponent was seeking death.
"Uh! Sin! Sin! I didn't mean to kill you, you bumped into me!" Zhuo Yifan looked very panicked when he saw the man bumping into his sword, as if it was a complete accident. Zhuo Yifan
Fan pulled out the long sword and immediately rushed to the opponent's throat, spurting out a stream of blood. Zhuo Yifan seemed to be very frightened and jumped to the side to look at the person.
"You...you..." The man's face was purple, his eyes were slightly white, one hand was covering his neck, and the other was covered in blood and pointed at Zhuo Yifan,
This scene seemed very strange, as if I had exhausted all my strength and just said this.
"Poof! Pass!" A little dust was stirred up, and the ground was dyed red with blood. The man immediately became motionless. The autumn wind blew a few fallen leaves, and the scene became extremely quiet. All the people looked at the ring without saying a word.
, until the soldiers cleaned up the arena, they remained silent.
"What did I just see? Isn't this true? That man must be lucky! How could someone send himself up and be killed by others? This is really weird! It's unbelievable! This guy is too lucky!
Some!" Many juniors in the martial arts world looked at Zhuo Yifan as if he had picked up a dead mouse, but the older generation were secretly frightened. Even they could not pierce the sword just now.
"Ha! Ha! I wonder what kind of expression Brother Long will have when he comes. This person seems to be following the fast sword route like Brother Long. However, this Zhuo Yifan is more calm and persistent.
Draw your sword." Li Yunfei looked at Zhuo Yifan and couldn't help but compare in his mind, this Zhuo Yifan
Fan's swordsmanship has probably reached a very terrifying level, but this Zhuo Yifan also has a big shortcoming. He lacks internal strength. He only cultivates swordsmanship but not internal strength. It is really putting the cart before the horse. Zhuo Yifan may be very powerful at first, but
When the internal strength is used up, you will have no choice but to be slaughtered by others.
"Keep going up!" The sword demon didn't say anything else, but this sentence already revealed Zhuo Yifan's weakness. As long as he kept letting people go up and compete with this Zhuo Yifan, he would be exhausted sooner or later!
"Jie! Jie! I will be your opponent!" Sword Demon's words were regarded as a kind of imperial edict to all the evil sects present, so as soon as Sword Demon finished speaking, a burst of harsh laughter rang out, and he rushed towards the ring.
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"Huh!" Zhuo Yifan saw someone getting on the ring again, his face was shocked, as if he was scared, and he hurriedly took a step back. Unfortunately, this step was a little hasty and unstable, and it looked like
He was about to fall. How could the person who had just entered the ring miss this opportunity? This was an opportunity to show off in front of the Sword Demon, and there was no guarantee that the Sword Demon would pass it on to him by then!
"Hey!" Zhuo Yifan's sword dripped a few drops of blood, as if it had scratched something. When Zhuo Yifan was about to reach the end, he became anxious and swung the sword randomly a few times, but now it actually scratched something.
This made Zhuo Yifan look at that person in surprise.
"Yes... I'm sorry! I didn't mean it just now, um! I didn't know you would come over while I was at the bottom, so I swung my sword, but I didn't expect you to bump into me!" Zhuoyi
Fan looked at this man with aggrieved eyes, as if this man had come to die on his own, leaving Zhuo Yifan to bear the sin of murder.
"I'm so angry... I'm so angry..." The man covered his neck and fell down unwillingly, but a huge streak appeared on his neck.
The thin red line and the traces of blood slipping from the red line, coupled with the man's dead eyes, make people feel a little creepy. This is so scary!
"Wow!" When everyone saw Zhuo Yifan again, they were all happy, especially the decent people who cursed those evil sect people for being so stupid for being met by Zhuo Yifan, a blind cat, twice.
Killed the rat! The decent people were happy, but on the evil side, everyone's faces were darker than the bottom of the pot, and only one of them
The sword demon was still so indifferent, and the white fox Bailianhua looked at Zhuo Yifan with interest, secretly sighing that the new generation in the world was already so great, but more of it was on Li Yunfei. With Li Yunfei here,
No matter how good the performance of others is, it is just a foil. Of course, this is not the idea of one person or two people.
"I'm so angry! Don't be proud, kid! Let me take care of you!" Zhuo Yifan's two "accidents" made the evil sect feel embarrassed. This made everyone in the evil sect who didn't pay attention to reputation,
It was also a bit unbearable. One of the big men, whose martial arts was definitely much higher than the previous two, smashed hard on the ring like a big black tower.
"In addition to being taller, this guy also has a louder voice, but he's nowhere near as good as me!" Lu Zhishen stood on the side of the ring to maintain order. When he saw this big man, he couldn't help but secretly compare himself with himself, feeling that this big man
The height is far different from mine. First of all, this big man is not as tall as myself. For example,
If he stood up on his own, the big man would know what it means to be a little dwarfed by a big witch. Moreover, this guy was not as loud as his own. Especially not long ago, Lu Zhishen realized the lion's roar on his own, and his soldiers and horses were no less.
After suffering, it can be seen how loud Lu Zhishen's voice is.
"That's right, don't look at who you are?" Yuchi Baochuang couldn't help but rolled his eyes when he heard Lu Zhishen's words. This guy actually cares about this at this time, but this person is really lucky! Look, Yuchi Baochuang
Looking at Zhuo Yifan's impeccable acting skills, I didn't notice anything wrong and thought that the first two times were just lucky.
"You... don't come over! My sword is stuck!" Zhuo Yifan's words immediately made everyone present happy. This guy is so interesting. His sword got stuck during the competition.
Well, if you haven't seen it with your own eyes, you can only hear it in jokes.
"Hey! Hey! In this case, you're dead!" The big man was still cautious at first, but when he saw that Zhuo Yifan couldn't draw his sword, he immediately became happy and walked towards Zhuo Yifan with his teeth bared. "Uh.
!Aren’t you unable to draw the sword?” The big man looked at Zhuo Yifan in surprise, but this was also the last sentence, because Zhuo Yifan’s sword had already pierced his neck, and everyone had their eyes wide open.
Watching all this is so incredible.
"Red with one sword!" Li Yunfei looked at Zhuo Yifan and couldn't help but admire loudly. Others also understood that Zhuo Yifan was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. Once or twice might be considered lucky, but again and again and again cannot be repeated.
Four! Now he is the third master to die at the hands of Zhuo Yifan. If this is still luck, it would be ridiculous. However, Zhuo Yifan's name has also been resounded throughout the martial arts world along with Li Yunfei's nickname.