Vol 3 Chapter 742: Unparalleled Wudou (12)

"The end of the military."
When I came to the scene of the Wudou Conference, there was a battle in the ring, but the bronze lion statue next to Wentai was preached in a beastly tone...
"Winner, Liu Shengjian. The loser, Sanada Yuki."
This is a contest that ended in admitting defeat. Since Zhen Tian was unable to attack for a long time, he knew that his strength was not as good as that of Liu Sheng, so he chose to give up.
"Liu Sheng's predecessors were exquisite, and I really admire." After the results were announced, Sanada took a step forward and made a trip to Liu Sheng.
"Well..." Liu Shengjian's eyes closed his eyes, carrying his hands, and slowly turned around. "Acceptance, Zhentian Jun." When he stepped down from the stage, he did not forget to give the other side a step in words. .
However... To tell the truth, Liu Sheng is also a polite... All the strong players in the room can see that the strength of Santian cannot be compared with Liu Sheng. Although the real-life braveness of the singer and the singer of the singer is overwhelming, the realm of the martial arts is still in the hand-held weapon, and there is a tangible aspect. Compared with the "Jiansheng", the move is not stagnate, and the sword is returned to the sect.
"The next one..." After the two men went down to Wutai, the statue of the newspaper went on to read, "From the black iron network, to... Orange right Beijing."
The voice landed, and the two figures walked out of the crowd...
The first person to step on the ring, wearing a light kendo kimono, wearing a black cloak, waist with a samurai sword.
He is tall and his face is cold, and his long, white hair grows to the back of his neck; between his gestures, he reveals the style of the tyrant, just a gaze, enough to suffocate his opponent.
He is the black iron squad, like a King Kong who does not fall. In his universe, he is the strongest swordsman with the name "Thousands of People", even in the case of incurable diseases and short-lived illnesses. He also did not lose.
And then the man who walked slowly on the platform... with a white kimono, wearing blue pleated pants (similar to a long skirt, a style of Hanfu, introduced to Japan during the Wei and Jin Dynasties), also a waist Samurai sword.
He was thin and handsome, with a long blue hair on his shoulder. His expression is gentle and peaceful, but it reveals a temperament that rejects people thousands of miles away...
He is orange right Jing, like a rose of ice sculpture. In his universe, he is a weak and sick genius swordsman, even if the lungs are riddled, the deadline is approaching. He is still alone in the sword, for the sake of his life, to find the ultimate flower that grows in the depths of the devil.
"I am going to go..." Looking at the two men who had walked up to the stage of Wutai, the seal standing on the stage couldn’t help but vomit, "I actually put these two old ghosts together... This is a good show." Read it."
Those who are interested in this "play" are more than just a brother... At this moment, Jianjun 12 hates, wind marks, Liu Shengjian shadows, etc. All the swordsmen present have felt the stage. The sword of the two.
It can be said. A silent, invisible, invisible battle... has started.
"It's like rain." At this time, among the spectators, a person who always likes to keep silent...Opened, "Do you think. What is the battle?"
The person who asks this question is a trace of the wind, his tone, like a teacher is taking a test.
"There are three tricks in winning and losing. Life and death are not dead." If the rain almost responded to the other party's questions without thinking.
"Well..." The traces of the wind heard the words, and they sighed.
There was no change in the expression on his face, and he did not make any comment on the words of the rain. But if the rain can feel... "The Wind Teacher" is very satisfied with this answer.
Just as they were talking, the two men on the stage were gradually approaching their opponents. When they reached a very delicate distance, the two stopped at the same time.
"No treasures, black irons." The black iron array is standing still, looking at the orange right Jingdao, which is slightly shorter than himself.
"God dreams of a knife, orange right Jing." Orange right Jing with a calm look, greeted the opponent's powerful eyes, and lightly replied.
After the two reported to their homes, they fell silent again.
"Nothing is affected by my momentum, quiet as water, terrible guys..." A few seconds later, the black iron array in the heart said such a sentence.
"The whole body is impeccable, like a sword ghost... As a swordsman, can play against such people, this life is fortunate." Orange right Jing, also gave the opponent a very high evaluation.
啪啪
The hands of the two men, almost at the same instant, gripped the hilt.
"I, I have died once." Before the shot, the black iron squad broke the silence.
"I have also died once." Orange right Beijing took over.
"I didn't die under the sword."
"I am not dying under the sword."
"sad."
"Sigh."
"In this different space, I got a second chance."
"This time and space gave me a second life."
"I want to defeat Yuan Luzhi, use my sword... and expand the unparalleled way, and the king will come to the world."
"I want to defeat Yuan Luzhi, correct time and space, and return to my beloved side."
"Reverse me...death."
"Block me... die."
Their words are finished here.
From this second, they are no longer "people", but the incarnation of the sword.
Swords are their language; swords are their wisdom; swords are their will.
叱嘤
The sound of the scabbards that overlapped each other declared the beginning of the battle.
Orange right Jing Naiju (a skill that instantly pulls the knife to kill the enemy) master, the moment of pulling the sword, the extreme move is out.
But seeing his body shape, a move [dreams of the dead light Xia] has suddenly come out.
On the other side... After the black iron array was pulled out, it was still motionless. The sword of "Unparalleled in the World", facing the sacred skill of the eyes, looks awkward!
[Off force], [Tiger wear], one instant two style, after the first arrival.
Ping-
The double swords are mixed with the wind and the sand is rising.
Winning and losing, life and death, just in these three moves, and in a sigh... There is a result.
After a while, the breeze smashed and the murderous air dissipated.
There was blood in the left lung of Tachibana Kanji, because there was already a hole in it.
Black iron was also sprayed with blood on the chest, because there was already a scar.
Two swordsmen fell at the same time.
"The end of the performance of the military." The sound of the bronze lion sounded, "The loser, the black iron squad, the orange right Jing."
In the past few days, there have been not many people who have lost both in the ring and even died. But there are still some...
It is a pity that this battle party, there is no "flat hand" to say, if you hit the end, both lose consciousness, then they will be judged.
"Next..." This time, the statue has not waited for the two to leave the ring, and directly preached, "It’s ridiculously ridiculed by the mad dragon, and it’s mad." (To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, The novel is better updated faster!
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