From the Bird

In June 24th of the year of Yin Hu, avoid burial, and fast.

Fuyi Building.

Judy and the red ghost sat on the sofa in the box, and their eyes gathered on the weapon in the hands of Li Yan.

Li Yan holds an eight-faced Chinese sword with a length of one meter, three fingers, a radiant blade, a dark blood groove, and a magnificent demeanor. The sword body is engraved with the eight characters "Aerial Wanjinghuancheng Qulong".

Zhang Mingyuan held the noodles, the pole was ninety centimeters long, and the chimney was four fingers wide. Wrapped with pig iron at both ends and a spotty wooden pole in the middle. The mouthpiece is bird-shaped and slightly curved.

"A Hong, where did you get this sword, can you rely on it?"

Judy was a little worried.

"Sister Ann Judy, this is a private collection of too old. I have seen the sharp weapon of blood.

The one-three-meter Han sword didn't sound long, but Li Yan held it in his hand, but it was obvious that the iron sword grew much larger than ordinary people imagined. Full of visual pressure.

Yu Shu was sitting in the crowd, with a black ponytail tied on his chest, listening to the gamblers around him, talking to himself:

"Han Jian is fierce and the most exhausting. He is not like an idiot looking for death. Could it be that I really lost my eyes?"

On the platform of the white marble, the two stood facing each other.

Zhang Mingyuan took a deep breath. People in the Kowloon Walled City had never heard of the name of Hejian Shouhu, but he was thundering.

81% of the ancient martial arts accomplishments in Jinghong's glance had already set the gap between the two, so Li Yan was surprised when he heard that he had asked for a victory with himself on the ring.

But Zhang Mingyuan didn't think he would lose.

The boy arched his hand. "Zhizimen, Zhang Mingyuan."

Li Yan looked at the Han sword in his hand, heard the words, raised his head, and said, "He Yan, Li Yan."

Zhang Mingyuan held the cigarette rod with one hand, his legs were slightly bent, his footsteps came out to rub against the floor, and he made a gurgling sound. His shape was like a hawk swept across the ground and rushed to Li Yan.

Li Yan's hand was raised upwards, and his blade was cut to Zhang Mingyuan's wrist. Zhang Mingyuan did not hide, the cigarette rod was buckled down, the cigarette holder caught the Han Jian Jian Feng, and the sword body was moved to the side. The man rushed forward like an arrow with a bow, and the blade on the cigarette bag was pointed at Li Yan's finger!

"Here!"

Zhang Mingyuan screamed in anger.

Li Yan had no time to retreat, and immediately loosened the hilt of the sword, leaned back, twisted his toes, turned his right leg, and kicked his heel into Zhang Mingyuan's head.

"not good!"

Judy was shocked when Li Yan was forced to abandon the Han sword in a round, and her clothes were wet even when she was wet with alcohol.

Zhang Mingyuan was overjoyed. He leaned back and let Li Yan kick to his right foot. He waited for his feet to pass over him, and then he put on his body. He absolutely did not give Li Yan any respite. And when he let Li Yan's right foot pass, there was a flash of sword in front of him. Rub it on your neck!

what!

Almost instinctively, Zhang Mingyuan relied on his amazing waist strength to make an iron bridge. Finally, he avoided the end of his throat. However, he still got a long blood mark from his neck to his chin.

The gambler on the side of Li Yan could clearly see that Li Yan loosened the sword handle and flew around to make a kick, but his left hand steadily caught the falling Han sword. By covering with his right leg, the Han sword drawn a large semicircular arc, Zhang Mingyuan's neck was cut off.

Zhang Mingyuan was able to avoid Li Yan's right leg, but he couldn't avoid the one-sided, three-faced sword!

The Hejian Li family, double-handed swords and swords, fighting sword mother frame twenty-four, Tibetan moon potential!

"Wudang Sword?"

Yu Shu took a sip into Xiaojiu and said with interest.

Zhang Mingyuan wiped a handful of blood from his neck and no longer rushed to attack, but slowly paced around Li Yan.

Li Yan was also in no hurry, changing the eight-faced Han sword to his right hand, a pair of eyes stared at Zhang Mingyuan's footsteps, and blood dripped slowly along the body of the eight-faced Han sword. After a while, the blade was white as snow.

Li Yan's eyes brightened: "Good sword!"

Just after his sword word landed, Zhang Mingyuan slammed into him again! Li Yan stepped on the ground and trembled his wrist, and the sword went from the top to the bottom of Zhang Mingyuan's crotch.

Zhang Mingyuan was holding the cigarette rod, the cigarette bag against Li Yan's blade from top to bottom, and the whole person rose in the air! Punching the inch of the leg into Li Yan's neck, this record is so wild that even Li Yan did not expect that he was able to hit it!

Zhang Mingyuan, who had his feet locked on Li Yan's neck, was in the air, his waist twisted, and his legs were as powerful as a flash flood.

Suddenly, Zhang Mingyuan groaned, his legs fell to the ground as soon as his legs softened, and one rolled up to stand up with blood flowing from his right ankle.

Li Yan rolled his wrist and retracted the sword. This sharp weapon was commanded in his hand like an arm. Just now, he stopped his face less than a foot away from his eyes, but he was not afraid. Li Yan looked at the pale young man and said, "You are not my opponent, step down and give in, or you will die."

Zhang Mingyuan gritted his teeth and stood up. "Nearly."

Li Yan's eyes narrowed, and Zhang Mingyuan hooked his palms.

Zhang Ming stood still, with black ripples in his eyes.

"Jihong glance, start!"

"You have chosen to have a glimpse of your target."

"Target locked: Li Yan. This lock can be released at any time."

"Unfortunately, you haven't learned about your opponent's weaknesses. If the target is in a state of shock for a long time, it will increase your chances of seeing their weaknesses."

You get the following information:

Name: Li Yan

Status: None

Talent: Ancient martial arts 81% 100%

Skills: None (Li Yan didn't buy Jinghong at a glance, He Andong used Yan Fu directly for that.)

Threat Level: Crimson

Note: As a newcomer to the Yan Fu incident for the first time, this man has not experienced the power of Yan Fu, believe me, this is your only chance.

Li Yanfei attacked in the past, the longer the Jinghong glance lasted, the more likely he was to find the target's weakness. When Li Yan faced He Andong, he didn't find the so-called weakness, but he didn't want to try it by himself.

The Han Jian and Yan Guo were together, and the black ripples in Zhang Mingyuan's eyes became more and more intense. In his hand, his face was swollen with electricity. At the same time, his right knee was raised, and the imperial leg in the foot kicked at Li Yan's calf.

Li Yanhan sword fell off, forcing Zhang Mingyuan's legs back, and Zhang Mingyuan in a state of surprise saw that Li Yan Xinli was still alive, and raised his hand to stop Li Yan's bird's beak and mouth poke at Li Yan's neck!

That's it ...

Li Yan sighed secretly, Jinghong glanced at him, and had his own understanding of this skill that was classified as ordinary quality.

If you are an ordinary person who has no experience in combat, after using Jinghong at a glance, you will feel that your opponent's movement is extremely slow, and even the smallest details can be clearly seen.

For those who are skilled in attack like Li Yan and Zhang Mingyuan, Jinghong's glance will speed up his reaction speed, so that he can make a more calm response, the effect is extraordinary, let alone say that Zhang Mingyuan before facing Li Yan ’s The sword has no such eyesight and reaction.

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