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The seemingly aggressive suppression attracted a burst of fierce cheers from the disciples of Songshan who were still shallow in martial arts cultivation, and the resentment and fear in Zuo Lengchan's chest had already reached the point of no return, and this feeling that made him sick was so squeezed that his chest was almost about to burst.

Bursting, worse than dead!

In his decades of smiling and proud career sitting alone in Songshan, there have been defeats, and there are often strong enemies, but these are not enough to make the ambitious Boss Zuo have this kind of negative terrible emotions, but the kind of aggrieved sword that is completely pressed under his feet makes him stir up this kind of boundless pathos that seems to be the end of the hero's complex emotions.

In the face of Su Liu, a young man who is light and breezy, there is no hope of winning at all, and wave after wave of offensive frenzy, the sword momentum that has completely integrated his life's martial arts cannot control him, let alone suppress him.

It's really weird, no matter how majestic his sword is, or like a wave of anger rolling upside down, overwhelming, Su Liu can always highlight the dangerous sword for the first time, only a plain sword, but the finishing touch is to intercept and block the general trend of his painstaking sword.

If you are a little stronger, my sword momentum will also follow Sheng Lie, and I will be shocked, but this hand has some similarities with the yin and graceful meaning in Tai Chi.

There are even more strange things, in fact, Zuo Lengchan also knows in his heart that at this time, with the strength of Su Liu's skills, it seems that he still has reservations, only at the moment when he intercepts the sword momentum. He obviously had a chance to fight back, but he gave up all of them, often only in the perfect time to turn defense into attack. The figure froze for a moment, let himself react, and then took out the next sword.

Then there is another dead cycle, strong urging true qi, sword after sword, one sword is stronger than a sword, and it can't hurt Su Liu.

The sword is male, the sword is miserable, and the sword has not returned.

Zuo Lengchan, who was about to split, suddenly felt that the corners of his eyes were astringent. Everything in front of me seems to be an illusion and a psychedelia, and even Su Liu's person is not real, it is the immortal phantom who stays here. Or maybe the ghosts and ghosts have manifested and transformed, but it is this inexplicable feeling that makes him feel as if he is about to be suppressed to the extreme.

I'm about to go crazy.

Mount Tai Jade Emperor top sun view peak, this time sunset. It was getting dark. There are no birds singing at the top, but it is already raining.

The light rain came at night, and the sound of the rain was dripping, which was not too big, but it was like a thin thread, ticking on the bluestone, and then disappearing into the mud.

The rain will disappear, but this group of thousands of heroes from all over the world will not hide and run away after all. Heaven is not beautiful. They can only stand here in earnest.

Among the heroes, more than half of them are people who do not have umbrellas. The result of not bringing an umbrella on a rainy day, there is only one, but it is not going to be drenched into a soup chicken.

"Hurry up and take it, Left Alliance"

There are also complaints from time to time, but most of the heroes are also hard-nosed characters who have experienced great changes in life and death, and not many people care about the untimely light rain that comes this time.

The drizzle naturally didn't care, she brought an umbrella and opened it gently, and the style Su Liu was familiar and not unfamiliar, just like the one when she walked on the stone bridge in the sword rain world that day.

Drizzle treats others with a cold and uncaring look, only Su Liu is different. From the beginning to the end, her eyes never left Su Liu, and the gentleness that was revealed in the coldness could simply refine the dark iron and refine the fingers.

In fact, she is not the only one, Yilin in the Hengshan faction is also holding an oil-paper umbrella, a pair of clear and pure beautiful eyes, and she is distressed and eager to look at Su Liu who is fighting with Zuo Lengchan and fighting in the rain, although the picture is poetic, suitable for the poet to splash, Yilin also knows that Su Liu's martial arts are world-famous, and there is no danger at this time, but when it comes to the head, the mood can not be as clean as the top of her bright head, and it is still inevitable to be concerned after all.

"Amitabha, it turns out that the martial arts cultivation of the Su head of the Taishan faction is really through the world, he has been hiding the martial arts of the world and is not exposed to people, only in the sword book, now I see it, the old man is really fortunate to have three lives, three lives are lucky!"

Watching coldly until now, Master Fang Zheng, the host of Shaolin, finally spoke with slightly trembling lips, if he still couldn't understand it at this time, it was really in vain to be a behind-the-scenes chess player in this laughing arrogant.

Thin raindrops fell on his shiny head and long gray beard, but he stared at Suliu's sword movements, and he didn't even know that his beard had been strung into a string of crystal clear rain lines.

The head of the Tianmen Dao looked at the hundred and ten people of the Songshan Sect jumping up and down, from ecstasy to black and dead, how happy he was in his heart, and laughed; "Senior Brother Su is gifted, and he is a genius that my Taishan faction has never met since the establishment of the sect, and now he has already integrated the swordsmanship of my Taishan faction, but when it comes to swordsmanship, he is still a master, and he still has room for improvement."

Tianmen Daoist is not a person who said these words of praise, but this remark also really came from the joy in his heart, once upon a time, the Taishan faction, which had no sense of existence, could also shine brightly, and attack Wuyue with a sword?

He was not scheming, he didn't know what Master Fang Zheng and the others were thinking, except for the undefeated Dongfang in the rivers and lakes, he had always been in a calm state within certain rules.

At this time, Suliu is like a meteor dragging through the sky, and it is also like a blazing sun hanging high, shining on the world, and it is like a boulder, falling into the lake, shaking the entire rivers and lakes.

It also shook the hearts of Master Fang Zheng and Chongxu Dao Chief.

The situation in the rivers and lakes is unstable, and the lake is no longer calm.

The fundamental position of the righteous path of Wudang and Shaolin is unstable.

The head of the Wudang faction, Chongxu Daoist, stood alone in the rain curtain, without holding an umbrella or speaking, and his calm eyes were lowered, as if he was thinking about it.

Independent, not with others.

But his disciples didn't dare to approach and disturb him for half a minute, and they didn't even dare to stand behind him and hold up an umbrella for him.

Everyone knows that the head of the teaching department has always liked to fall into complete oblivion and silence when he sees some unforgettable people or things. At present, this kind of performance is to tell the disciple that no one should disturb him, he is thinking about things, quietly thinking about some important things.

However, the disciples of Wudang thought about it again and again, in the past three years, the head of Chongxu has always been calm and steady, the wind is light, and the state of mind cultivation has gradually reached the true wonderful, and now this is the first time that he has made such an outrageous gaffe.

You can't blame Chong Xudao for losing his temper.

The true meaning of Tai Chi is in the soft turn, soft as green silk around the fingers, soft and can also break the rigid, it is the supreme true meaning that can dial thousands of catties with four taels.

Yin and yang are combined, and the old yin is born in the less yang, and the less yin is turned into the yang machine.

Zuo Lengchan and Su Liu's sword fight, looking at its sword momentum, Zuo Lengchan attacked violently, it is true that he has practiced the swordsmanship inherited by the Songshan faction to the extreme, and even brought forth the new, and turned all the martial arts of great potential into the swordsmanship, which is really impressive, I am afraid that it is the ancestor of the Songshan faction who is resurrected, and when it comes to the majestic sword intent, it may not be able to be a few points higher than Zuo Lengchan's exquisite spirit.

In the face of Zuo Lengchan's fierce attack and fierce advance, the monstrous momentum, from beginning to end, it seems that Su Liu is affecting the situation, every time Zuo Lengchan makes a sword, Su Liu pauses, pauses for a moment, looks at the sword calmly, and nods. Then waiting for Zuo Lengchan's sword momentum to be swift and swift, and the moment before the sword qi reached his body, Su Liucai raised his eyebrows and took out his sword, and the sword intent was also more strange and elegant, and suddenly passed by one hand.

Su Liu, who was in the midst of the rain curtain, suddenly opened his mouth and sighed: "The left master, the sword technique of Songshan is a total of 1,319 swords, the majesty of the Songshan sword technique, it is only the profound martial arts of the left master, and the fusion of all kinds of unique arts in the way of the sword, I already know everything, but the sword path of the left head of the last three hundred and twenty-seven swords has gradually repeated, I don't know if there is any subtlety and wonder that has not yet come out?" ”

Su Liuwen sword Yu Zuo Lengchan, gentle posture, calm tone, and not a little arrogant, but to Zuo Lengchan felt like a thirsty virtuous king of heaven, asked Yu Yilu hermit Lao Suo.

As soon as he said this, although Su Liu's original intention was not sarcastic, but the listener had a heart, and he understood the meaning of the words and imposed the meaning of humiliation. This was simply a stab in Zuo Lengchan's heart, annoyed and angry, and for a while, the blood also surged into his head, Zuo Lengchan even turned red, and shouted angrily:

"The martial arts of my Songshan faction, how can I not be subtle in my heart, I am only afraid that you will not be able to bear it!"

The Songshan sword technique in his heart is the Songshan sword, and the weather is the crown of the Wuyue Sword School, not only before, but now and in the future!

In the picturesque rain curtain, Zuo Lengchan roared wildly, the sound was like thunder, one foot stepped heavily in the rain, rushing forward, the bluestone on the ground was shattered by his step, and splashed with the splash, until half of the waist, Zuo Lengchan's internal force has been violently increased by twelve points. The majestic and brilliant sword aura of Songshan swordsmanship can't even cover this rain curtain.

The sword momentum changed from a crossbow crash to a solemn state, the water splashed loudly, the sword qi cut through the rain curtain, and burst out boundlessly, as if waving thousands of troops and horses galloped to the ground, the world of Fengzentai became solemn and cold, Zuo Lengzen's sword momentum was slow but not sparse, only a sword was launched flatly, it seemed to be slow and fast, and the fast and peerless point reached the front five inches of Su Liu's forehead, and the sword qi that pierced the rain also shot madly.

The blow of the sword drawn under this rage expressed the depression in Zuo Lengchan's chest, and it was also the last swan song of the generation of heroes in this laughing arrogance.

The rain was dripping. But none of the heroes were still quiet, their faces solemn, and they changed for this sword.

It was Su Liu, who also put away the loneliness of that kind of bland sword.

He wants to give this smiling hero the corresponding respect.

He took a deep breath of the fresh rain from the top of Mount Tai into his lungs, and his fingers gently clasped the hilt of the crape myrtle sword in his hand. (To be continued.) )