Extraordinary starts from tearing the script

Chapter 668 Chapter 667 Wind Region Owl Head!Points credited!
"There are too many people here. If you really let go of your hands and feet and use your sword, it is easy to accidentally injure others."

Hans Dirksen looked around, his eyes fell on Zhang Guangmu, and he said sincerely: "It's better to choose the method of [Wen Dou]—you and I take turns to make moves, whoever can't bear it first will be considered as the loser."

Hearing this, the reporters and cameramen came to their senses one after another, no longer standing between the two of them, but watching from the edge of the hall.

What is the difference between a duel between top swordsmen and ordinary people in the middle, and courting death?
Even Wendou has certain risks.

But their enthusiasm for first-hand important news made them unwilling to leave directly, so they made the next best thing, keeping a little distance, without being blocked by their peers.

To Hans Dirksen's proposal, Zhang Guangmu nodded almost without thinking: "Yes."

Seeing such a reaction, Hans Dirksen grinned, and slowly pulled out an indigo two-handed epee from the huge scabbard.

His previous speech, at first glance, seemed to be adapting to local conditions and considering others, but in fact he was creating favorable conditions for himself.

[Wind Domain Sword] can control the power of the wind and create a storm domain.

It sounds like a swordsman who is suitable for agility and speed, and has an inherent advantage in fighting, but in fact...

Hans Dirksen has long since surpassed the cage and stereotype of [Wind Domain Sword], and created two unique spiritual sword skills of his own.

One is "Storm Energy Storage", which is not very easy to use in actual combat, and the forward swing is too long, but it is called a magic skill in [Wen Dou]. It can store up to five times the normal sword energy, and the instantaneous output of lethality, Even the sword emperor should avoid his edge!

The second is "Pascal's Blade". Even indoors, as long as it is in a strong wind, he can use the power of heaven and earth to make his own wind pressure slash more sharp and vicious.

If it is a typhoon weather of level [-] or above, under such extreme weather conditions, Hans Dirksen is confident that he can even kill a Sword Emperor head-on!
Today, although it is only a ninth-level gale, it can reach the level of damaging dilapidated houses and rolling back waves.

Looking at the next six months, he probably won't encounter much of this kind of weather. The current state is just right for him to try his hand!

The time chosen by Yasha TV to interview Feihong was neither too early nor too late, and it happened to be this windy day, which was originally one of Hans Dirksen's calculations.

In this way, his chances of winning against Zhang Guangmu directly soared to [-]%!

As a swordsman, you don't dare to fight with a 90.00% chance of winning, so why practice swords?Just go home and raise pigs!

Hans Dirksen is bold, careful and cunning.

He expected that with Zhang Guangmu's personality, he would never refuse the challenge today - that would make Zhang Guangmu look weak and lose face.

A guy like Zhang Guangmu who is easy to see through is destined to become the best stepping stone on his way to the Sword Emperor!

Hans Dirksen took half a step forward with his left leg, squatting down slightly, holding a sword in both hands, with a high degree of concentration, a calm posture, and an appearance that was always ready to parry: "I am the challenger, let me be the host You make the move first!"

Zhang Guangmu's move "Sword Like Prison" and the fantasy spirit sword skill used to kill Shi Lie, after repeated research, Hans Dirksen has successfully understood, chewed, and cracked it.

After all, [Mirage Sword] is a water-type spirit sword. Although I don't know how Zhang Guangmu did it, it is nothing more than affecting the opponent's nerves and brain to make him hallucinate.

Faced with these false moves, as long as Hans Dirksen holds his breath and doesn't inhale the water-type sword energy dispersed in the air into his lungs, he can completely crack the tranquilizer!

Hans Dirksen had been taciturn before, holding his breath.

With the help of the wind-type sword elemental force, he can hold it for three days and three nights without suffocation, and can still maintain a good state.

To be on the safe side, even before entering Feihong base, Hans Dirksen propped up a triple wind-type sword element force protection field around his body.

Seeing the whirlwind of indigo around him, others thought he was fighting fiercely, but they didn't know that it was a barrier.

With the protection of these triple winds, even if Zhang Guangmu's water-based sword energy can penetrate the human body through the pores, he will return in vain when he meets Hans Dirksen!

Zhang Guangmu didn't draw his sword.

He just looked Hans Dirksen up and down for a while, and then snapped his fingers casually.

Snapped!
"Okay, now it's your turn."

arrogant!

Hans Dirksen had to admit that Zhang Guangmu was really good at aggressive tactics.

Just a contemptuous gesture and a plain word made his anger well up in an instant.

Hans, whose face was flushed, wanted to chop Zhang Guangmu into a pile of meat immediately to vent his inner anger.

It's just that he was born different, the angrier he gets, the calmer he becomes.

Before making the shot, Hans Dirksen carefully checked his own state carefully, and quickly noticed a blind spot that no one else had noticed.

"Damn it! What did you do to my 【Fengyu Sword】?"

Hans Dirksen did protect himself well, but he ignored his spirit sword.

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw many small mottled holes appeared on the [Fengyu Sword], which seemed to be rusted due to poor maintenance.

But when Hans touched it with his finger, he found that it wasn't hollow, only some parts of the spirit sword became transparent.

Theoretically speaking, [Fengyu Sword] and [Mirage Sword] are spirit swords of the same grade. This situation can only show one thing——Zhang Guangmu is stronger than Hans Dirksen, and he is stronger. out a lot!

"It's good that it's not damaged."

Hans Dirksen gritted his teeth and stared at Zhang Guangmu fiercely.

When you meet the strong, you will be strong. Only by killing the enemy can you create a truly brilliant legend!

He believes in his cards and strength.

This confidence comes from a wrong perception.

In his impression, Zhang Guangmu's strength remained at the level of the Golden Autumn Yijian Festival, and he didn't think anyone could advance by leaps and bounds in such a short period of time.

Outdated information made Hans Dirksen make a wrong choice.

He held up the Fengyu sword, and the indigo whirlwind whizzed around his body, and "Pascal's Blade" and "Storm Charge" were displayed at the same time.

woohoo hoo...

Indigo light wrapped around the spirit sword, and as time passed, the color of this light became more intense, creating a breathtaking coercive field.

Quick!violent!sharp!

Just seeing this sword gives a feeling of being cut in the eyes.

The reporters at the scene only felt the creeps, and immediately got goosebumps all over their bodies.

Zhang Guangmu still looks like an old god who is always there, and even judging from his appearance, it seems that he doesn't even have the mood to draw his sword.

This deadly gesture caused the reporters and photographers standing behind Zhang Guangmu to run away with microphones and cameras.

No one dares to stay in this direction anymore.

In their perception, Hans Dirksen's sword can at least split half of the Feihong swordsmanship base!

If you continue to stand here, the possibility of being caught by the fish in the pond and dying suddenly on the spot is too great!

"Death to me!"

Hans Dirksen's eyes were full of murderous intent, but his expression was abnormally indifferent.

He stepped forward, his figure flickered, and disappeared for an instant.

Swish!
The two passed by.

The sword light swept across, and blood splashed everywhere!
Pfft!
The huge head fell to the ground, and Hans Dirksen still had a smug smile on his face.

His lips kept opening and closing, as if silently uttering his declaration of victory.

This eerie scene is really scary, like a scene from a horror movie.

The indigo gale wind sword force that cut iron like mud fell on the wall, but it seemed to be swallowed by a group of invisible glue, dissipated little by little, and turned into nothingness.

People noticed that Zhang Guangmu's [Mirage Sword] was still quietly in the scabbard, as if it had never been unsheathed.

Do not!wrong!

Zhang Guangmu really did not draw out the spirit sword!
Looking at the blood dripping from [Fengyu Sword], everyone realized one after another that maybe, maybe, maybe——Hans Dirksen hacked himself to death with a sword.

The moves are strong, handsome, and domineering.

A sword owl head!
but……

It was his own head that Hans Dirksen chopped off with the Fengyu sword.

Here comes the question: How did Zhang Guangmu do it?

Just by snapping your fingers?

When everyone fell into deep thought, Zhang Guangmu also suddenly felt a familiar feeling.

That is……

The feeling of using ability points to arrive at the account!
　Hehehe...

　　See you tomorrow, brothers and sisters! (ω)!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)