The myth of rebirth of the era of martial arts

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"Break the sword one by one!"

Yang Ling's eyes shone brightly, and his pupils shrank rapidly. Although he was already prepared to face this young man in Tsing Yi, when the young man in Tsing Yi launched his sword attack, he was not so sure that he would be able to catch it. What's more, Yang Ling also felt an extremely dangerous intuition lingering in his mind at that moment, and the sense of crisis in his heart instantly crushed his brain;

In his mind, there was a flash of inspiration, constantly turning, thinking about the countermeasures, but unfortunately, with the huge amount of game knowledge stored in Yang Ling's mind, it seemed a bit trivial compared to the young man in Tsing Yi in front of him, and he could get it There are not many things to resist.

As a last resort, Yang Ling could only cast

Yang Ling's several peerless martial arts have been practiced by him to the state of returning to nature.

The moves are coherent, and the connections are airtight.

There should have been no flaws, but when it came to the young man in Tsing Yi, it seemed that it was useless. The sword energy seemed to break through his sword skills inadvertently, and directly reached the flaw. Under the sword energy, Yang Ling All the sword moves were passively returned to the defense one after another, and all the misty clouds disappeared in an instant, only a sword shadow broke through the void in the next moment, and stabbed straight towards Yang Ling.

This sword contains killing and cutting, as if it can easily cut off all life and death.

Such swordsmanship is simply shocking!

In an instant, the sword energy swept across the sky, and the air was turbulent with a ripple. The surrounding cottage buildings were blown by the strong wind at this moment, flying sand and rocks, and a big tree in the distance swayed wildly. A figure appeared in a sway, and the figure looked back slightly in awe.

"Huh!" The young man in Tsing Yi stood in the air on top of the broken tiles, looking at the figure under the sparse shadow in surprise, his voice was quite surprised: "You can escape my attack. This is impossible, an ant You escaped my execution, you must still have the same treasure as the Wannian Monkey Wine, hand them all over to me..." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote , monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation.)