final catastrophe

Chapter 290 113. Now You See It
Bang!
The moment the spear and the arc knife touched, it was like thunder in the clear sky.

Before Xia Ji's knife was out of its sheath, it struck at the body of the gun through the scabbard, and the tip of the gun was like snakes spitting out letters in the wind, gathering from all directions, emerging from the ground, and then descending from the sky.

It was just a momentary pause, just a slow moment.

The next moment, after the thunderstorm, there will be an unstoppable clash between the spear and the arc knife. How many times can the knife be thrown and stabbed in one second?

once?
twice?

Or three or four or five times?

This is the limit of speed, right?
Only at this time did the gangsters understand what fast is, and their ideas were refreshed again and again in the face of reality.

The rush in my ears was like thousands of raindrops, beating violently on the ground.

It's like thousands of strong men beating drums in a hurry.

Indescribably dense!
It was even more unbelievable that this was just the sound of two people clashing swords and guns.

The figures of the two are already invisible.

Only by chance, two figures, one white, one silver;

This fight, spinning back and forth, attacking each other, not defending!
Use offense as defense!

Both of them are attacking!
Fast attack!

When the gun is released, all arrows are fired.

The arrow is in the air, but it is coiled into a snake. The snake is seven inches long, but his snake is not!
In the shadow of the whirling spear, every time it emerges rapidly, it is a hunting snake that is precise, dormant, and ready to complete its mission!

When the knife comes out, there are thousands of miles of sparkling waves, boundless.

fast!
Extremely fast!

very fast!
Incredible!

Ridiculously fast!

The master who could barely hold on, at this moment, closed most of his eyes again, and then resisted with his own aura. If he stared at it again, I am afraid that these two figures would be embedded in his heart, turning into a demon that could never be surpassed .

At this time, the entire field is still open, but it is only double digits.

But those who can see clearly are very few.

boom!
The two of them seemed to have a feeling, and suddenly separated, and then took Taichung as the center, and walked quickly.

Although there are many people in this world, they only have each other in their eyes.

From time to time, there is lightning and flint again, and the silver and white lightning collide in an instant.

The spear is the coiled snake, and the knife is the light of the sky.

Separate, rejoin, and separate again, like a revolving lantern, circle each other.

"Happy!" Zhao Zilong laughed loudly, "I've never been so happy!!"

But Xia Ji stopped suddenly.

Like the cash-strapped little swordsman in the shop, he carefully observed the scabbard and the sword master, then shook his head with a smile: "The scabbard is broken, you are very fast."

The headband on Zhao Zilong's head had already been broken during the battle just now, and his long hair was flying wildly: "You are also very fast! I have never seen anyone who can beat me in speed."

Xia Ji didn't seem to have heard his words, and quietly touched the scabbard. Following his stroking, the sheath, which was supposed to be at a critical point, finally made a "cracker" sound, and immediately spread out like a spider web, and split open with a bang. , turned into random pieces of different sizes and fell to the ground, revealing the scorching cold light inside.

Then the crowd heard a soft sigh, and a helpless and lonely sentence, "Now you see it."

The wind stopped.

The light is still falling.

But Xia Ji had already disappeared in place.

His saber was already on the neck of the young silver armored general.

seem
Originally he was there.

What everyone saw before was nothing but an illusion.

"When did you?" Zhao Zilong didn't see it either. He felt that his five senses, even his sixth sense, had deceived him, because there was no sense to indicate the arrival of this man.

He was still blind until the moment the knife rested on his neck.

"You did a good job, at least you broke my sheath and forced out my knife." Xia Ji said lightly, "Go down, you have already lost."

Zhao Zilong showed doubts.

Xia Ji did not hide, and explained aloud: "The scabbard is like a knife, it is a shackle, and your gun broke the shackle."

His meaning can be understood after a little thought.

In terms of speed, Zhao Zilong can be compared with Xia Ji who does not draw his sword, but if Xia Ji's sword loses the "shackle", he is no match.

As for the "scabbard is a shackle" said by the extremely powerful head teacher in front of him, Zhao Zilong didn't take it seriously, and thought it was an excuse.

How can the shackles be foreign objects?

Even if it is true.

It is only entrusted to external objects, but deep down, it is still a certain emotion in the bottom of my heart.

So what are his feelings?

"I lost." Zhao Zilong lowered his head, but his eyes were thoughtful.

This battle is extremely precious to him.

Reaching the peak is also reaching the bottleneck.

At this time, he seemed to have found a further opportunity.

He began to think about what the shackles were on his gun, how to be faster, and whether the pursuit of speed was the only way for his marksmanship?

So, he sincerely said "thank you".

Just like facing my teacher Tong Yuan back then.

Xia Ji didn't kill him either, because killing was meaningless, so he withdrew his saber, retreated to the field, and thrust his left hand into the ground at will.

The ground was solid marble, but his knife seemed to be inserted into tofu.

Although it's just an ordinary knife.

But in his hand, it was a demon sword, a precious sword!

Zhao Zilong retreated slowly, cupped his fists towards Emperor Shang on the high platform and said, "I have tried my best, but I am really invincible."

Although his words were decent, they were full of politeness and politeness.

It's completely different from the "thank you" just now.

Emperor Shang's expression was cold, but the two of them fought just now, and the white-robed head teacher should have exhausted a lot of strength. This is the first general of the first level.

He was silent for a moment, but still did not show the demeanor that an emperor should have, but said in a slightly low voice: "Zhao Qing, step down."

Look at the headmaster in white again.

He stands silently, like the waves of the river and the sea, containing everything in the extreme tranquility.

It seems that the rage they just fought against was just an illusion.

Here the wind subsides, and the clouds sleep peacefully.

Emperor Shang ordered again: "Where is Yang Mian?"

The chief of Jianyimen, who was carrying the epee, was taken aback for a moment, then stood up, and said in a deep voice, "The minister is here."

"You dare to fight?"

Yang Mian proudly said, "Why don't you dare?"

Warriors are all conceited, otherwise how can they reach the peak.

He has been practicing swords in the raging waterfalls and sea tides all year round, and the sword intent he understands is "one force breaks all ingenuity".

This sword had to be guarded against, and if he wanted to guard against it, he needed to fight with him.

The sword he carried seemed light, but it was actually made of Bingyuan Hantie, weighing ninety-nine and eighty-one kilograms, even more than the weight of a human body, and extremely dense.

There is no blood groove on it, and there is no front.

It is extremely difficult for ordinary warriors to lift the Bingyuan Hantie epee.

But if he waved it, I'm afraid that with just one stroke, his internal energy would be chaotic, and his face would be red.

Yang Mian has used this sword to fight against the water all the year round, against the heaven and the earth. Whether it is internal force, external force, or his own momentum and sword intent, it has reached the level of the sword tablet of "great skill and no workmanship". The recorded perfection.

(End of this chapter)