Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Luojiang Academy.

Late at night, the bright moon hangs high like a silver plate.

teaching building.

Wen Ting was wearing a cloth shirt, standing on the roof of the building, and the breeze was blowing, blowing the hem of his clothes fluttering.

In front of him is a sword with a handle tied with coarse cloth. The sword is hidden in a leather scabbard, and the sword is restrained.

He was unshaven, with deep eyes, looking at a deep alley in Luojiang City.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind him, and an old man with a hunched back appeared beside Wen Ting. The old man had white beard and white hair, and a gentle smile on his face, kind and kind.

"Dean."

Wen Ting greeted.

"You recommend Fang Lang to go to that old ghost's shop to buy swords?"

Dean Cui smiled.

"Aren't you afraid that the moody old ghost will kill Fang Lang?"

Wen Ting picked up the sword, hugged it with both hands, pointed the hilt obliquely at the moon plate on Tianhe, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Fang Lang can't die, with the Liansheng sword, the old ghost is reluctant to do it."

"Oh, that old ghost is just like me..."

Dean Cui narrowed his eyes: "That old ghost is a ruthless man wanted by the Ministry of Military Affairs. Are you wanted too?"

Wen Ting let out a turbid breath and said, "Dean, this joke is not funny."

"The old ghost's level of sword casting ranks among the top ten in the Tang Dynasty. In his shop, Fang Lang can find a sword worthy of Liansheng. Otherwise, Fang Lang's double sword skills will definitely not be perfect."

Wen Ting said: "I am doing it for his own good."

Dean Cui tilted his head and glanced at Wen Ting: "Are you sure it's not because you sent Fang Lang to let that old ghost take a look at Liansheng, so that it can be regarded as repaying the sword money you owe on credit?"

The corner of Wen Ting's mouth twitched.

Holding the sword, looking at the bright moon, the vicissitudes of life are profound.

"Dean, we can't talk today."

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Boom!

The wooden door burst and sawdust flew!

Fang Lang's heels rested on the threshold, his body fell backwards, and the knife slashed across the arc, and suddenly a knife aura was born, spreading for several feet, blowing away the dust on the ground!

Fang Lang kicked up his sword step and burst out, with sword energy slamming into the honest boy!

The young man slapped the back of the sword violently, splitting Fang Lang's sword step and sword energy, and then a majestic blood surged from the blade body, as if the waves were rolling, and the angry dragon raised its head and roared, with the light of the sword like A thunderstorm from the queen of the cloud was cut upside down!

Fang Lang's hair stood on end!

The sword step was used again, trying to move away.

The young man only used the cultivation base of a ninth-level martial artist, but it gave Fang Lang a suffocating cramped and oppressive feeling!

So strong!

As expected of a martial arts genius in Chang'an Academy!

Boom!

Fang Lang turned around, his green shirt flew up, and the knife that was chopped off fell on the threshold by a hair's breadth!

Fang Lang's legs were raised high, swung in an arc, and pressed hard against the boy!

The Liansheng sword touched the ground, and the blade bent, bursting out with strength.

This is the sword move that Liu Bubai used back then, and Fang Lang learned it secretly!

Seeing this, the simple and honest boy grinned: "Sword cultivators are fighting hand to hand with warriors...you are not wise enough."

The young man's palms turned into claws, and he didn't dodge or dodge. He abruptly took over Fang Lang's overwhelmed leg, and his five fingers grabbed Fang Lang's leg like a hook.

Swinging it up violently, the black long knife in his hand was slashed from bottom to top. If Fang Lang couldn't dodge it, he might be split in half with one knife!

However, Fang Lang grinned at the corner of his mouth, revealing a smile.

After using the forging card, Fang Lang's physical body is not weak!

Mobilizing all the energy and blood in his body to surge, Fang Lang's legs suddenly burst out of strength, like the terrifying tidal force slapped by the rushing river!

The young man was taken aback for a moment, and a strange color flashed in his eyes the next moment!

Fang Lang's leg fell heavily, pressing down on the boy's palm holding his leg, and hitting the boy's shoulder.

The young man bent his knees slightly, the smoke and sawdust within a few feet of his feet seemed to be still for a moment, and many sawdust dust seemed to be stagnant in the air.

After a moment of silence, the world suddenly became turbulent!

Boom!

Fang Lang stomped hard on the young man's chest like a frog's pedal.

Kicking the young man back a step, the smoke exploded, flowing backwards along an invisible arc.

And Fang Lang stabbed Liansheng, and collided with the knife swung by the young man, causing sparks to overflow.

Afterwards, Fang Lang's body floated and landed on the spot, using the Lingxu sword step, and distanced himself vaguely.

Fang Lang's face was solemn, and the Liansheng sword was in the shape of a drawn sword, gathering the momentum of the sword!

Time seemed to stand still, and the dust and sawdust in front of the two floated up and down under the frosty and cold moonlight of the night.

Blacksmith corner.

Holding tea, the old man calmly watched the confrontation between the juniors.

Fang Lang and the honest young man made extremely thrilling moves, as if they were making moves on a smooth criss-cross chessboard.

Black and white pieces, all make the calm chessboard have unrest ripples.

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"Something, your sword is much more durable than Lu Ze's."

"A swordsman who has minored in martial arts."

The boy said.

Fang Lang also felt the strength of the honest young man, and the aura of the other party was gradually changing, no longer trying, like a tiger that was lying on its stomach, gradually getting up, in a hunting posture!

"Switch the state of bondage."

Switching to the state of Lao Jiang's bondage, Fang Lang's eyes are like sparks that see everything in the dark night, his momentum is rising steadily, and he is not a weak and honest boy.

The simple and honest boy felt that the corners of his mouth opened wider, and his body trembled slightly.

The body is warming up, and I can feel it!

Fang Lang raised his hand slightly: "Mr., borrow a sword."

After the words fell, the old man's fingers moved a little further, and a fine steel sword shot at Fang Lang.

Fang Lang held it, holding the sword in both hands, his figure disappeared instantly, and Lingxu's sword steps were ethereal and illusory!

And that simple and honest boy tilted his head slightly.

"Crack!"

The spine is like a dragon, crackling the silent night with crisp sound!

The next moment, the young man's body was squirming and swollen, with distinct muscle lines shining brightly under the moonlight, his body was tall, and his blood was rushing!

The black long knife swung out and slashed to the side!

when--

Screeching sound!

Fang Lang only felt the terrifying force that made his tiger's mouth almost burst. If he hadn't been forged, he might have been hacked with this knife!

What a domineering force!

What kind of devil power is this? !

Fang Lang's body landed on the ground, his toes touched the ground continuously, and he jumped up again with his strength. He threw out his two swords, spinning and chopping down continuously!

Swordsman specialization, double sword style!

Fang Lang's sword was so fast that he couldn't see the shadow. He landed on the ground and bullied himself, and the two swords pierced out quickly. In the darkness, there were only afterimages left!

The simple and honest boy resisted with a knife, but his speed was a bit slower than Fang Lang, and sparks flew everywhere.

After receiving dozens of swords in a row.

The boy's eyes are sharp, and he slashed out with a knife, as if he was pulling a mountain!

It was as if the air had been split open, the terrifying strength and blade glow, and the terror of a landslide and tsunami came out!

Fang Lang crossed his swords in both hands to block the knife.

With a crisp sound, Fang Lang was almost split into the ground. This brute force was too terrifying!

In the next moment, the young man approached again, but he stopped throwing a knife, and punched Fang Lang on the head with a punch. His blood was like a turbulent wave, causing the surrounding dust to flow up, sailing against the current, and gathered on his fist!

Boom! ! !

The bricks and stones on the ground were dented and cracked, and they sank deeply!

Fang Lang used Lingxu sword steps to dodge under the pressure of the young man's fist with difficulty, and the young man raised his fist, and the broken bricks and rocks on the ground were lifted up one after another, shooting towards Fang Lang like cannonballs!

Fang Lang swung his swords like a waterfall!

Cut open all the broken stones, bursting endless dust in front of you, just like cutting a piece of light in the dark!

So strong!

Excitement also appeared in Fang Lang's eyes, does this person also want to take the scientific examination?

As expected of the Great Tang scientific research, it should not be underestimated.

The arrogance of the world gathered one after another, and any one of them would be too strong to be frightening!

It's like an advance rehearsal of the scientific research competition!

The most peak level of swordsman, the confrontation of sword and martial arts!

Both of them played real fire!

The honest boy didn't chase Fang Lang.

Instead, he held the knife in both hands, his eyes were pinned tightly, and the black long knife in his hand was suddenly plunged into the ground by the young man!

"Secret Technique Earth Fury!"

The young man burst out with energy and blood, like a burning bonfire in the dark night!

Turn the black knife!

bang bang bang!

Fang Lang suddenly felt the ground turbulent, and the next moment, the bricks and stones on the ground burst like spider webs, and smoke and dust rushed upside down, stirring endlessly.

An extremely strong sense of crisis is approaching!

However, in the exploding air wave on the ground, the boy turned into a black shadow, and his speed was extremely fast.

Fang Lang could only protect himself with two swords. The young man's attacks came from all directions, as if there were shadows in all directions!

It's like a ten-foot radius, which is the domain of a teenager!

Fang Lang gritted his teeth, and poured all the aura into Liansheng.

Facing the oncoming shadow.

It is also a sword handed out!

Countless sword qi grew and gathered on Fang Lang's sword, and there was a faint phantom of a lotus bud, which enveloped the black shadow's punch.

Cheats vs. Cheats!

A lotus in heaven and earth.

Jianlian, open!

boom!

There was blood splatter, the simple and honest boy blocked the sword lotus with a black knife, and continued to swing down the sword lotus sword energy with his fist, instantly full of wounds cut by the sword energy, and blood shot out!

Fang Lang smashed out the fine steel sword in his left hand and collided with the boy's fist, and the iron sword shattered inch by inch.

However.

The smoke and dust dispersed like a gust of wind.

Fang Lang's cheek emerged from the flying dust, and was close to the boy's face.

The boy squinted, and Fang Lang smiled.

And Fang Lang let go of the hilt of the steel sword, and pointed his thumb to the middle finger at the boy's head.

Snap your fingers, Jianbo!

And the young man replaced his old power with a new one, and he punched again!

The sword wave collided with the fist, the spiritual energy exploded, the boy's fist was swung away, and the smoke and dust flowing rapidly from his body poured down like a waterfall!

And under the smoke and dust package.

Fang Lang's eyes gleamed, he gritted his teeth, and there was a thunderclap after the bones collided like clouds, and then he pinched and flicked the fingerprints, and there was blood between the five fingers.

but……

Jianbo, two consecutive bombs!

If you can't win with one finger, then... two fingers!

Boom!

The smoke and dust poured backwards were torn apart, the burly figure of a young man, with his head thrown back, blood splashing in the arc of the shower under the moonlight, his figure flew upside down, and slid out more than seven feet from the ground.

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The long street and the blacksmith shop regained their tranquility.

In a corner of the shop, the old man half-opened his eyes, slightly stunned.

Holding the teacup in hand, subconsciously rubbing the rim of the cup with the lid, he took a sip.

The tea in the cup, unconsciously, has gradually cooled down.

PS: Chapters are nearly 3,000 words, short? Old Li is not short at all! Looking for freshly released recommendation tickets~