Alliance of the Heavens and Ming Dynasty

Chapter 364 Zhongzhou Famous Sword Conference 5
"Unexpectedly, you and my father and son would meet in the arena."

The confrontation between father and son, Shen Lang said with emotion.

"Even if we don't meet today, I will find you in the future to end all the bad relationships between you and me."

Ah Fei held his sword that didn't look like a sword, his expression was cold, and his mood was calm.

Father, this title is too far away for him, he only has a mother, not a father.

"Ugh"

Shen Lang let out a long sigh. He was worthy of anyone in his life, but he was ashamed of Bai Feifei and A Fei's mother and son. Saying more would only make him appear hypocritical.

With the sword out of its sheath, it shows the demeanor of a generation of Jianghu myths.

"Come, let Weifu see how you have grown over the years."

A Fei was silent, and the iron sword stabbed out without hesitation.

With just a simple stab, he has perfectly demonstrated his swordsmanship talent. The sword is moving forward, as if cutting the breeze, the air flow, and all obstacles.

Among the many peerless swordsmen, Ah Fei's starting point is considered the lowest. He doesn't have profound inner strength and mental skills, and he doesn't have profound swordsmanship.

A piece of iron sword that doesn't look like a sword at all, and a few basic sword moves forced him to practice to the pinnacle level, and achieved the prestige of "Flying Swordsman".

Stabbing, but anyone who uses a sword knows how to do it, but very few people can reach the level of A Fei. His one-stroke stabbing sword is no longer a simple "stab", but a deadly sword that can instantly kill a head.

Human and sword are one, sword and I are one, A Fei stabs out with a sword, the whole person seems to turn into a light, a swift and incomparable sword light, the sword light cuts through the void, faster than lightning, in an instant, the sword edge Already killed in front of Shen Lang.

Putting aside all factors, only pursuing pure "fastness", sword intent is "fastness", swordsmanship is "fastness", if you are fast to the extreme, you will be invincible.

There are many people who are better at swordsmanship than A Fei, but in terms of "fastness", A Fei is the absolute No. 1, and the ruthless three swords that also rule the roost with speed are not as good as A Fei's simple stab.

However, absolute speed does not mean absolute victory, because A Fei's opponent is Shen Lang.

"Are you pursuing the ultimate speed? You have embarked on a different path. I am happy for my father and you."

Shen Lang smiled gratifiedly, but his hands were merciless. Both father and son were swordsmen, and when swordsmen were dueling, being merciful was a sign of contempt for the opponent.

Pinch the tip of the sword with your fingers, pull the saber out of a curved arc, and then let go, the majestic sword force is like a huge wave of the sea, continuous and endless, and the "thorns" accumulated by A Fei due to his extreme speed "One of the sword's power collapsed completely.

In an understatement, he broke A Fei's extremely fast sword, which shows how unpredictable Shen Lang's cultivation base is.

Before he integrated into the world of the Great Ming Master, Shen Lang was one of the strongest in Jianzhou. After he integrated into the world of the Great Ming Master and obtained the martial arts practice method of the Great Ming Dynasty, few people were able to see clearly the depth of Shen Lang.

"The peak of the five congenital realms can break through to the sixth congenital realm at any time. This Shen Lang is very talented!"

Above the sky, Shen Lang's truth can be seen by everyone in Lao Zhu's family. Lao Zhu couldn't help but admire, and was amazed by Shen Lang's talent.

"His sword practice is very high, and his sword intent has reached the edge of condensing the sword domain. Ordinary innate six-level masters may not be his opponents."

"After stepping into the Six Innate Realms, it only takes a while to consolidate the foundation, and then you can naturally break through the realm of divine transformation."

Zhu Di's eyes were shining brightly, and he admired Shen Lang greatly.

"Many people have amazing talents, but what's missing is a stage where they can grow freely. There are still many people like Shen Lang, so don't be surprised."

Zhu Houzhao's performance was very indifferent. He is a genius, so it is not surprising that he has seen a lot.

Although Shen Lang is amazingly talented, the little old man Wu Ming, Li Xunhuan, Ximen Chuuxue, Xie Xiaofeng, Yan Shisan and others are not inferior to Shen Lang.

"Father-son duel, it's so interesting!"

There was a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and he watched Shen Lang and A Fei and his son facing each other with swords with great interest, feeling very happy.

Shen Lang's life-and-death acquaintance, Wang Lianhua, son of a thousand faces, has both righteous and evil dispositions, and at the same time is a happy person.

Shen Lang's other close friend, Panda Er, was speechless when he saw this. Shen Lang's father and son confronted each other.

However, Panda is also used to Wang Lianhua's personality of being both good and evil, so he didn't speak out to criticize, and looked at the two father and son duel in the ring full of worry, fearing that Shen Lang's shots would not be serious and hurt A Fei.

A Fei's mother, Bai Feifei, had a lot of licking dogs back then, and Panda Er was one of them.

Among the crowd, a black-clothed monk flashed nostalgia, admiration and other complex expressions in his eyes. He was Song Li.

A Fei's friends are also worried about A Fei.

For the sake of his brother, Li Xunhuan, the son of Liuru, who was able to let his cousin out, kept pouring alcohol into his mouth, full of tension and worry.

A Fei is too young, and his accumulation is not deep enough, it is absolutely impossible to beat Shen Lang, he is afraid that the two of them will get angry, and Shen Lang will not be able to hold back for a while, and will severely injure A Fei.

Shen Lang and Wang Lianhua, Panda Er are life-and-death friends, so why not him and A Fei, he still hopes that A Fei can let go of his knots, accept Shen Lang calmly, and accept the fact that his surname is Shen.

"You can't drink any more. If you drink any more, you might be drunk to death here."

Old Man Tianji's granddaughter, Sun Xiaohong, snatched the flagon from Li Xunhuan's hand, she was very dissatisfied, like a little wife who scolded her man.

"Don't Drunk to Death, Drunk to Death"

Li Xun Huan smiled mischievously, he didn't know how to face the girl he liked because he still had another woman in his heart.

Even though he single-handedly pushed his cousin Lin Shiyin to Long Xiaoyun, he still misses Lin Shiyin.

Man, too, is a strange creature.

Repelled by Shen Lang's understatement, Ah Fei did not admit defeat. He took a deep breath and calmed down his slightly turbulent state of mind. His spirit and will were unprecedentedly surging and enthusiastic, like a burning fire, pushing the "fast" sword intent to a limit.

Hurry up

People are fast and swords are faster. Driven by the "fast" sword intent, A Fei's whole body has been completely integrated with the sword in his hand. The sword light flashed for a moment, and then went out for a moment, launching the most violent attack on Shen Lang.

Jingle bells
The sound of swords colliding one after another, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the sword light is dazzling, making people dizzy.

Extremely fast, producing the most unbelievable changes, more than a dozen hooligans appeared on the ring at the same time, with sword lights criss-crossing, it was difficult to distinguish which was the real hooligan.

It was extremely fast, and the shadow it left was so fast that it could leave a shadow for a short time. A Fei's fast sword was indeed extraordinary.

However, the reputation of Shen Lang's generation of rivers and lakes myths is not based on boasting. His understanding of the way of swordsmanship and rich combat experience are not comparable to A Fei. It is too early for A Fei to win him.

No matter how fast A Fei's sword is and how fierce his attack is, Shen Lang insists on one thought, he is too strong, and he will let him do whatever he wants, I will stand still and meet A Fei's extremely fast sword with the most calm posture front.

Canglang swordsmanship is used, and the sword is ups and downs. For a while, the wind is calm, and for a while, the waves are turbulent. He can switch between defense and offense freely, and defuse A Fei's attacks one by one.

A Fei's speed is very fast, and his figures overlap, making it difficult to tell which one is the real one.

But Shen Lang seemed to have found A Fei's true body, but he was not in a hurry to defeat A Fei, but instead took the initiative to feed A Fei, using his sword intent to resonate with A Fei's sword intent to help A Fei go further.

Maybe it's because of guilt that he made up for A Fei in this obscure way.

　The author likes flying swordsman A Fei. Of course, the most important thing is that the author is also Bai Feifei's licking dog. When I read the history of martial arts before, I always felt that Shen Lang didn't know good or bad.

　　
　
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