square inch kill

Chapter 126 Gorgeous Debut 【First Update】

"puff!"

With a mouthful of blood spewing out of his mouth, Zhuang Yingjun scolded angrily, "You bastard who doesn't show loyalty, San'er, let's turn around and kick the slacker out of the flirtatious trio, and bring in our carefulness."

The two teamed up, and although they were still firmly suppressed by the young man in sackcloth, it was dangerous, but it wasn't like just now, they were almost killed in one move.

"Crack!"

Another brick was cut off by the double thorns, and Long San stepped back four or five steps in a row, and then managed to stabilize his figure, "But...be careful, that bastard, didn't he also run away?"

The attack of the young man in sackcloth is really too fast, moreover, every attack contains the purest power of death, if one accidentally touches it, he will suffer a big loss.

"Phantom twin thorns... who are you?" Staring at the young man in sackcloth, Wang Xiaoxue vaguely felt her scalp go numb. There is no certainty of victory.

"It's not a good thing for a woman to be too curious." Glancing at Wang Xiaoxue lightly, the young man in linen said calmly, "Of course, if you want to know, I don't mind sending you on the road together."

Even with one against two, the young man in sackcloth didn't have the slightest scruples at all, and even challenged Wang Xiaoxue directly.

"Zheng!"

While speaking, there was a sudden sound of a sword cry, and in the blink of an eye, a shocking sword intent pierced through the air, chilling through the bones.

Sword intent soaring to the clouds!

It was just a sword, and before it even hit him, the face of the young man in linen suddenly changed, he was no longer as casual as before, the double thorns were drawn back to his chest, and he gave up the attack on Long San and Zhuang Yingjun.

"boom!"

The double thorns shook suddenly, and the body of the young man in linen suddenly accelerated, but he abruptly faced the opponent's sword that pierced through the air and pushed forward.

The terrifying impact separated instantly, and the young man in linen suddenly retreated three steps, but the attacking "Liu Chuishui" retreated nearly five meters with his strength.

On the surface, it seemed that the young man in linen took advantage of it. After all, the opponent made the first move, but he rushed to fight and even sent the opponent flying.

However, if you look carefully and see the sword in the hands of "Liu Chuishui", I am afraid that this concept will change immediately.

Without him, what "Liu Chuishui" held was not a sword at all, but a branch. The branch had just been broken off from the tree, and even a little dew could be vaguely seen on the branch.

"Sword intent!" Holding the double thorns in his hand tightly, the young man in linen said slowly, "Who are you?"

"Damn it, slacker? You're finally here. If you don't come, the flirtatious trio will turn into a wretched one." His right leg was eroded by the breath of death, and the fat man yelled jumping and jumping.

"No, at most it will become a romantic duo." Fang Cun said softly with a lazy smile on the corner of his mouth, "At least you're still careful."

"...Damn!" Long San jumped up immediately, "Slacker, where did you just die?"

"Sleep." Fang Cun said confidently, "If I hadn't been careful to find me, I would probably still be sleeping now, so remember, you owe me a good dream."

"...Why don't you die, sleep, you can sleep." Zhuang Yingjun jumped up in anger.

"Why can't I sleep?" Fang Cun asked back while spreading his hands lazily, rolling his eyes.

"...By the way, how about being careful?" Something suddenly sounded, and Long San asked again.

"Uh... I forgot." Fang Cun said embarrassingly, rubbing his nose resentfully.

"..."

There was an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, and Fang Cun's eyes fell on the young man in linen again.

These three guys have been secretly following these days, and I deliberately found an opportunity to get together with them, just to use their interesting combination to hide their identities.

Whether it is the habits, temperament, or their respective catchphrases, or even some small movements, Fang Cun has already learned a lot. Except for Zhuang Yingjun who is difficult to pretend because of his body shape, the other two can pretend at any time.Now appearing as Liu Chuishui, the clothes were really flawless, even Long San and Zhuang Yingjun couldn't find any flaws for a while.

"You are the Liu Chuishui they are waiting for?" The young man in Mai finally revealed a trace of seriousness in his eyes.

Shrugging his shoulders, Fang Cun explained lazily at all. He just slightly moved the sword in his hand, well, the branch in his hand rose slightly, and a silent sword intent penetrated through the branch again.

"Clap!"

With a slight shake of his hands, the double thorns in his hands turned into a pile of metal parts and fell into the box again. The young man in linen said slowly, "Take out your sword, and I will compete with you."

While speaking, the young man in linen unexpectedly turned these metal parts into a big sword with metallic luster, pointing an inch away.

"Uh..." Mentioning this, Fang Cun suddenly showed a hint of embarrassment, "That... I was lazy, so I threw it away."

"!!!"

This time, even the young man in linen couldn't help being confused by Fang Cun's words, and he was lazy with the sword, so he threw it away? ! ! !What the hell kind of reason is that? !

"Are you looking for death?!" There was a murderous intent in his eyes for the first time, but it disappeared in an instant. The young man in linen lightly pressed the big sword in his hand, and said every word.

"How about you lend me a hand?" Blinking innocently, Fang Cun said helplessly.

"..."

This time, the young man in linen was no longer interested in talking nonsense with Fang Cun, and when he raised his hand, an equally terrifying sword intent also erupted.It's just that besides the sword accident, there is still a breath of death on the big sword.

"Soul Sword!"

Difficult to spit out these two words from the mouth again, Wang Xiaoxue has been shocked by her own guesses and can't speak, who the hell is this, who can come up with such terrifying moves every time he changes weapons, Could it be said that he has simultaneously entered the inheritance of so many top powerhouses in the ancient killing domain?That's too unbelievable.

"Tai Chi!"

Slowly uttering these two words, Fang Cun turned the branch slightly in his hand, and in an instant, drew a circle, and took the lead to attack the man in sackcloth.

"Zheng!"

There was a sound of a sword, and the big sword in the boy's hand fell suddenly, like a falling star, slashing towards the square inch. The sword opened and closed, and there was no room for buffering.

"puff!"

His eyes froze slightly, and the branch in Fang Cun's hand lightly tapped, and even if it landed precisely on the face of the big sword, he didn't fight hard at all, and with a slight flip of his wrist, it was a perfect painting in the air with the big sword round.

Even if it was just such a light pull, it seemed that there was no strength, but for the boy in linen, there was a feeling of wanting to vomit blood.

Holding a big sword and slashing down in the air, with immense strength, he thought that as long as he hit head-on, he could easily cut off the branches in Fangcun's hands, and even if he met him face-to-face, he would seriously injure Fangcun.

However, this casual introduction suddenly drew all the strength to the empty space, as if he had accumulated all his strength and punched out, but was shaken by someone, and all the strength fell into the empty space, but that This sense of contradiction of using the wrong force is enough to make an ordinary master vomit blood.

This is the real sword intent, every gesture is extremely powerful and unpredictable.

In fact, after comprehending the sword intent, ordinary sword moves have no meaning to Fang Cun. Whether it is Tai Chi, fast sword, or even sword dance, there is actually no difference.What is really important is the sword intent contained in the sword move, which is to anticipate the enemy's opportunity step by step.

That's right, to put it bluntly, the essence of the sword intent that Fang Cun comprehends at this moment is to predict the enemy first.

One wrong step, one wrong step!

As long as the rhythm of the battle is controlled from the beginning, there is no fear that the opponent will turn the world upside down.

The branches in his hand kept drawing circles, each circle was continuous, the sword intent was endless, and in an instant, the opponent was completely pinned down.

These days, with the deepening understanding of sword intent, Fang Cun is no longer worried that someone will be able to see any flaws in his attacks.Not to mention that Wang Xiaoxue has never seen her use sword intent at all, even if the low-level Jiange disciple who was beheaded by Fang Cun came back to life, she would not be able to recognize Fang Cun's identity from the sword moves.

Of course, if Xiaoyaozi or Li Chenzhou and other peerless powerhouses who understand sword intent, that's another matter.

"Damn it, when did the slacker become so perverted?" Originally, he wanted to rush up and beat him up, but at this moment, seeing Fang Cun alone, he actually pushed down the young man in sackcloth, but Long San and Zhuang Yingjun He was immediately stunned.

Whoa!
Seeing that he was gradually being suppressed, the young man in linen suddenly stepped back a few steps, and with a flick of his hand, he dismantled the big sword in his hand into parts.

"Sure enough, it's the sword intent. Who are you? How could you understand the sword intent at the Xuan level?!" A look of disbelief flashed across his face, and the young man in hemp clothes asked in a deep voice.

Before, although his attack seemed to be mighty, it also brought out a terrifying sword intent. However, in fact, only he knew that it was just an illusion. The so-called sword intent was just deduced by him based on some sword skills. It's just that, when dealing with people who don't know the sword intent, they are naturally invincible, but once they meet a strong person who really understands the sword intent, they will suddenly pale in comparison.

"Merry trio, Liu Chuishui." Yawning lazily, Fang Cun spread his arms and said, "You've already asked this question once."

"What's this set of swordsmanship called?" Looking quietly at Fang Cun, the young man in linen asked slowly.

"Uh...you let me think about it." Scratching his head, Fang Cun frowned and thought for a while, then said helplessly, "It seems to be called Tai Chi? I can't remember it. Remembering the name is really troublesome. I Lazy note."

"..."

"Slacker, you bastard, you actually hide your secrets. I want to learn this circle-drawing swordsmanship, so you have to teach me." With his eyes fixed on Fang Cun, Zhuang Yingjun said excitedly.

"That will have to wait until you survive." With a cold snort, the young man in linen popped his hands out of the box again, but the pile of metal parts turned into a pair of short halberds in an instant, holding them flat on his chest, "What do you have?" You are qualified to know my name, my name, Gao Jianfei!"

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