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"clang!"

The essence of Shadowflow Assassination: intelligence, timing, courage.

First, use the opponent's spirit like a hunter, wait for the opportunity, and after everything has met expectations, you must take action without hesitation. Even if you cannot kill with one blow, at least you must deprive the opponent of your combat effectiveness!

After a strong fight, Leng Han, who had been adapting to Wang Ye's hidden weapon, suddenly felt ache in his wrist. His strength did not catch up in an instant, and it was actually the sword in his hand that was shaken away by Wang Ye's blow!

"Bang!"

The long sword in his hand fell to one side, and Leng Han was stunned on the spot in an instant!

Shadow Liu will either kill with one blow or destroy the opponent's combat power with one blow.

And now Leng Han, who has lost his sword, has undoubtedly lost all his combat power in everyone's eyes.

Close fight?

When it comes to fist and foot skills, Shadowflow disciples are proficient in killing techniques, and they are never worthy of anyone!

"Bang!"

He patted Leng Han's body with his hands. Leng Han wanted to fight back, but he felt his hands were sore and numb. Although the operation of the true qi was not affected, the movement of the body became extremely difficult.

"drink!"

Wang Ye's movements did not pause at all, and they were done neatly and in one go, just like the style of his idol, Senior Brother Yinglang, and directly knocked down Leng Han in front of him!

"You lost!"

With a confident smile, Wang Ye looked at Leng Han lying under his feet and grinned: "Except for Wang Dachui and Tang Caiwei, you are all too fucking!"

"Damn it!"

"Senior Brother Leng Han..."

Looking at Leng Han who was trampled under Wang Ye, all the disciples of Tingxue Sword Sect clenched their fists and their eyes were bloody.

The masters’ peers were humiliated on the stage, and they empathized with the same feeling.

"Han'er..."

Leng Minghu, the owner of the Law Enforcement Hall, had red eyes, and his son was stepped under his feet in front of everyone. How could he not feel sorry for him?

No one knew Leng Han's arrogance better than him. After losing to Wang Dachui, no one except him knew that Leng Han had worked harder than before.

Everyone knows that the signature sword technique of Tingxue Sword Sect is Tingxue Seven Styles. As long as the core disciples in the sect are qualified to practice. There is no reservation within the sect, and how much you can learn depends entirely on your own talent.

But in fact, the most powerful sword skill of the Tingxue Sword Sect is not Tingxue Seven Styles, but Tang Ying’s Shadowless Sword!

Shadowless Sword, one word is about fast!

When Leng Han first saw the Shadowless Sword Technique when he was a child, he was amazed. It’s a pity that he is not a member of the Tang family, nor is he a direct disciple of Tang Ying. So he did not have the opportunity to practice this sword Technique.

Is Leng Han's sword fast?

quick!

But it's not enough.

However, Tingxue's seventh style is not a sword move that is faster and stronger the faster. Many people have advised him not to act on his own. The sword art will definitely be as fast as possible.

"Using a fast way to practice the seventh style of listening to the snow, it will go in the opposite direction, and in the end it will only become like four different things. It is not as fast as it is, and it cannot be able to practice the ethereal and radiant artistic conception. It can only be a waste of time!"

Leng Ming still remembers the stubborn look in his son's eyes when he scolded Leng Han like this.

No matter who said that, he has come to this day.

"A silly boy who will never look back after he has determined his own way!"

Tang Ying on the high platform also sighed. Leng Han had a very good talent, which could be seen in cultivating internal strength. However, the reason why Tang Ying did not accept him as a closed disciple was because he was too stubborn.

"Such people like this either take their own path. Or they can only be ordinary. No one can truly teach them except themselves." Tang Ying saw it more thoroughly than anyone else, and said in her heart: "Leng Han, or persistence."

.Or give up, what would you choose?”

"Look at the Xue Jian Sect, Leng Han..."

The ruling on the stage looked at Leng Han who couldn't stand up. Although he felt very sorry, he still had to perform his functions and announced the loser to leave the field.

"etc!"

Suddenly, Leng Han, who was trampled by Wang Ye, suddenly interrupted the ruling's words and said firmly: "I have not lost yet."

“Huh?”

After hearing this, everyone was slightly stunned. For the first time on stage, someone took the initiative to question the verdict of the verdict.

The tone stopped, and the judge looked at Leng Han's firm expression and did not speak again.

According to regulations, as long as the elite disciples are not unconscious, unable to move, or fall off the main battle platform, no one can force the disciples to admit defeat.

"Why are there always such a meaningless struggle?"

Yinglang off the stage and Wang Ye on the stage shook his head and said such words at the same time, almost the same tone, and the same was true.

"If you do this, I will hurt you!"

With his body lowered, Wang Ye slowly pressed the dagger to Leng Han's arm, and the sharp edge had already cut bloodshots on his skin.

"Why do you have to?"

"Yingliu Wang Ye, an old elite disciple, the shadow of Yinglang, is it?"

He turned his head and looked at the sword that was lying on one side. Leng Han's eyes seemed to have nothing left except the sword.

The scorching sun shines on the sword, reflecting a dazzling light.

Some things do not lead to results if you persist, but even if they have results, they may not necessarily be what you want.

But there are still people like this. No matter how difficult, hard, or there are many confusions and obstacles, they will firmly break through.

I have identified a path, even if there are endless ridicule and blows, even if I kneel! I must persist.

"Who said that Xue Qi style cannot be fast? If you don't go on, how can you know it must be a wrong dead end?" Leng Han's eyes suddenly became hot. His life was not long, but these eighteen years have passed.

, This sword has been sticking with him, sticking to his own path.

This is all about him.

"How can a guy like you who only knows how to imitate others understand my persistence?!"

A roar was roaring. Because of the force, Wang Ye's dagger pierced into his arm, and blood gushed out, just like the first ice-breaking stream on the mountain in spring, surging and never retreating.

The power!

It is precisely because of this force that Leng Han is Leng Han, and he is independent and different from everyone!

"This is me, my seven-style listening style, my kendo!"

He roared wildly, and with an inexplicable force, the sword that fell beside him suddenly trembled violently!

"This is……"

The heads of the high platform were also shocked by the scene in front of them, and they all changed their colors.

"Listen to the Seventh Style of Snow, the First Style, Snowflake Slash!!"

He did not hold the sword in his hand, but accompanied by Leng Han's roar, the sword beside him moved without wind and shot out!

Swordsman in the air, and snowflakes slash!

I don’t know how much this sword has improved compared to when fighting with Wang Dachu.

Completely get rid of the essence of the wonderful and beautiful style defined by listening to the Seven Styles of Xue!

Quick! Quick! Quick!!

It's like the ice and snow in the strong wind, sharp as a knife, and murderous intent!

This is a completely different style of listening to the snow seven style, and it is the cold and cold listening to the snow seven style!

"good!!"

Tang Ying couldn't help but feel excited, and stood up suddenly, stroking her hands and laughing.

"Swoosh swish swish!"

As soon as he contacted, Wang Ye was broken into pieces of rags by Leng Han's sword in Lingkong without even being able to handle it!

How incredible is it that it is just cutting such a thin dress without hurting an inch of skin, and it is actually done by Lingkong's sword?!

Wang Ye's mind was blank. He had no idea what was going on at this time. Why was he who was already sure to win and was turned around with one move.

"You lost!"

Leng Han stretched out his hand and his sword returned to his hand lightly.

"Your copy." (To be continued...)

ps: No matter how hard the process is, it will be very exciting to walk to the bright moment! So, if you are at a low point now, please stick to it, just like cold and cold, just like me.

Please tell me about the soul chicken soup! Thank you.