Usually those who dare to use the short sword are very confident, and they all have the strongest hand-to-hand combat skills, which can effectively restrict the use and play of all long blades. Unless the opponent's sword speed is extremely fast, reaching a body that the skill cannot keep up with, it exceeds the rhythm of the opponent's reaction.

The thin old man sighed lightly, and the figure in the gliding stopped at the same time, and a sharp light shone in his slightly squinted eyes, and a long white cloud suddenly floated in front of his eyes, blinking, the white clouds dissipated, and a petite figure appeared, wearing a light purple skirt fluttering, sprinkling dust, like a pool of clear water without waves, but it made people feel a little contempt.

"You always showed your short sword first, undoubtedly telling your opponent that your martial arts are terrifying close grappling techniques, leaving a shadow and invisible deterrence in the opponent's heart, so that they can't let go of it, and their combat power is bound to be greatly reduced. Am I wrong?" The person who appeared in front of the thin old man was Ziyan, and the words she spoke were gentle and gentle, without a trace of fireworks. I don't know when I hold a long sword with a sheath in my hand, and I am undoubtedly telling the other party that I will use the long sword to learn the strongest personal grappling technique. Who is afraid of whom?

The thin old man looked slightly surprised, and with his half-step Spirit Realm cultivation, he couldn't see through the depth of the other party, and he couldn't even feel the trace of the fluctuation of the Yuan Force. , he naturally wouldn't believe that the person standing opposite would be a woman who didn't know martial arts. The fact that she could silently stop her sudden attack was enough to make people feel distracted to deal with it.

Those who practice the art of dagger grappling are far superior in their keen antennae and reflexes to those who wield long blades, and almost instinctively can transcend conscious responses.

The thin old man licked his dry lips noncommittally, but his body shook slightly, swaying from side to side, and let out a faint hissing sound, like a poisonous snake in the grass spitting out a creepy core.

The thin old man's figure swayed faster and faster, until in the end he could only see a phantom, and in the blink of an eye, even the phantom disappeared on the spot. A big living person in front of everyone, actually evaporated out of thin air, if you don't see it with your own eyes, it's really incredible.

From the moment the Purple Dream Butterfly group of people entered the tower hall, the two purple-clothed old men and the two instrument saints in the bao room disappeared, and the instrument master tower never participated in secular disputes, which was an unwritten unspoken rule.

None of the spectators left behind shouted in exclamation, but the face of the building became even more silent, and everyone held their breath, as if they were trying to find the disappeared figure. What the thin old man was using was nothing more than a stealth secret method, and if the naked eye could catch his existence, it could not be called a secret method.

A short sword as black as ink stabbed silently at Ziyan's vest, and when the viper caught its prey, it would always wait for the opportunity to move, accurately grasp the best time, and deliver a lightning-fast fatal blow. Especially at the moment of attack, the speed is incredibly fast. However, the sword that the thin old man stabbed at Ziyan's vest seemed to be twice as fast as the poisonous snake's attack.

In the eyes of the viewers, the phantom of the thin old man is reflected, and on the head and feet, a faint black essence shines out from the most tricky angle.

Chok! A clear sound of the long sword unsheathed, and a cold streamer suddenly slashed into the void behind him; a sonorous sound of gold and iron resounded, and then silence returned.

In the middle of the building, only a few people saw what was happening, and countless people's eyes were about to roll out, and only a vague phantus figure was seen, and a sonorous sound was heard.

Sonorous, sonorous!

Then, there was a string of sword light flashing in all directions, bursting out a series of sharp and piercing explosions, sparks and silver stars splashed in the air, only to see Ziyan sometimes picking up and chopping, sometimes sliding and slashing, dodging and slashing, volleying and stabbing in the air......

The two sides of the battle are bright and dark, attacking each other from afar and close to each other, fighting close to each other, deducing the thrilling speed of life and death, as long as it is a little slow for a second and a half, it is bound to splash blood.

There were several cuts on Ziyan's skirt, but fortunately, the skin and flesh had not been injured, and it was hard to imagine how thrilling the series of lightning and flint and dangerous killings were.

The silence returned to the face again, Ziyan locked the opponent's breath with his qi from the beginning, so he could roughly distinguish the position of the opponent's movement without using his eyes, although the opponent's move reached a state of silence and silence when he made a move, but the aura on his body would betray his attack intent at the first time.

The thin old man didn't realize that the other party had locked his breath, and the so-called stealth secret method was transparent in front of Ziyan. The thin old man was shocked at this moment because of the opponent's superb sword drawing skills and keen adaptability, which could accurately swing his own killing blows again and again. Of course, he didn't expect to hurt the other party so easily, otherwise, it would be too boring and unchallenging.

In the first round of thrilling fighting, the two sides exchanged dozens of moves. In the blink of an eye for Zi Yan, the thin old man's figure suddenly moved as soon as he touched the ground, and he flew into the air, as fast as an eagle fighting a rabbit, and instantly appeared above Zi Yan's head, and a dark short sword had been rapidly enlarged in front of his eyes.

Ziyan swung her sword again, striking at the tip of the sword with unmistakable precision at a terrifying speed, making a crisp sound.

The moment the two swords collided, the thin old man seemed to have left his back hand this time, and with this collision, his body quickly approached Ziyan's side with a twist and a twist.

The so-called one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, what is needed for the short sword to kill is to strive to be close to the other party, and only by being entangled can the killing skills be brought into full play, so that the opponent's long blade is greatly restricted.

The long blade usually pays attention to a certain distance, and a certain space must be maintained between the person and the target, and only by mastering this space distance from beginning to end can the power of the long blade be fully exerted.

If you are close to the opponent, because of the length of the blade, whether it is stabbing, slashing, slashing, or slashing, it will appear to be restricted, and some azimuth angles will basically become difficult to attack to the dead end.

The thin old man successfully got close to his opponent, and he knew in his heart that he had the initiative in the battle situation, and almost had more than seventy percent of the victory rolls.

The lightning triple attack was just a trick for the thin old man to confuse the enemy, and his whole body turned at the same time, and his body shook like a snake, and he was extremely agile and rushed behind the opponent, and a sword flew towards Ziyan's vest, once it was stabbed, it was bound to be killed. is definitely ruthless, and it is clear that he wants to kill the other party.

However, this seemingly killer blow was strangely blocked by the other party, and a sword that looked narrow and thin, bent and twisted behind him like a jade belt, just blocked this fatal stab.

The blow was again fruitless, and a look of surprise flashed across the thin old man's face, and the short sword in his hand slashed lightly at the same time, swinging away the blade that the other party boounced from. Then the short sword slashed towards Murong Qingshui's back in a row, forming a triangular killing momentum.

Zi Yan's back seemed to have eyes, and the long sword flipped up like a jade belt, slashing directly at the opponent's sword-holding wrist, making it have to give up this strange attack.

Seeing this, the thin old man's heart sank, he retracted the short sword that he stabbed, and his body slashed, splitting the opponent's counterattack like a snake, and moved to the other side of Murong Qing, and stabbed down with a sword from top to bottom. The sword seemed to be like a poisonous snake's wide open mouth suddenly closing, about to pierce the body of the prey with its cold fangs.

The sharp tip of the sword had almost touched the clothes of the opponent's shoulder and arm, and Twilight felt that his wrist was suddenly whipped by a jade belt, and the sword that pierced suddenly lost its bearing, and at the same time found that the wrist was drawn by the opponent's sword body at some point. At the worst, the wrist was splashed with blood, and the worst was cut off by Qi Gen.

His heart couldn't help but tremble, his eyes became more dark and cold, and the short sword in his hand shook and hooked upward, rushing away from the opponent's sword body, and at the same time, taking advantage of this momentum, he picked it up, and quickly slammed it towards Ziyan's white neck.

This series of close-fitting entanglements and kills are as fast as lightning, and both sides are in danger, making a killing move, and killing with swords and swords.

The thin old man's unexpected touch can be described as tricky and vicious, just as the short sword was infinitely close to the opponent's neck, he was shocked to find a dazzling sword blade waiting there, as long as his short sword slashed, before it touched the neck, he would definitely be cut off by the blade there first, as if he had specially met it.

It's too weird! The other party seems to be able to predict his attack line in advance, once it may be a coincidence, two or three times, a fool will not believe it, at least he can be sure that the opponent's combat consciousness and keen adaptability will never lose to himself.

Depressed again, he gave up this great opportunity to kill the other party, hooked the short sword in his hand, turned and spun in the palm of his hand, and with the power of the impact of the two swords, the center of gravity of the whole person moved down slightly, and his knees were half squatting, and he suddenly ran away, swept out two steps, and suddenly stepped out of a large arc under his feet, and in the next second, he suddenly appeared on the other side of Ziyan, and stabbed straight to Ziyan's ribs with a ghostly light.

Ziyan held the sword in her right hand, and her right rib undoubtedly became a dead end of defense, and under normal circumstances, except for dodging, she could not use the sword to block at all.

However, the strange scene happened again, Zi Yan's sword appeared in his side unbelievably, the blade of the sword instantly clicked on the attacking short sword, and there was a sharp "ding" sound, and a latent force prompted the thin old man's short sword to swing to the side, which was worthy of a close slash.

Ziyan's long sword flew towards the opponent, forcing the thin old man to quickly retreat and re-distance himself from the opponent, so that he lost the opportunity to fight close to him.