Vol 2 Chapter 631: Than sword

Sixty percent of the sword, the general trend of the gathering, Xiao Chen lost one of the giants of the king.
Even if the other side is cultivated as a high-profile, and even opened up to know the sea, one-tenth of the vitality has been refined into a real yuan, but it is still not an opponent of Xiao Chen.
When he reveals a hole card again, the so-called one-tenth of the real yuan is not enough.
At this moment, no one thinks that Xiao Chen is in the bottom of the eight giants, so that the strength can completely compete with the white.
If you are thinking about the boldness, you may not be able to fight Sima Lingxuan, but the winning rate is a little lower.
"The next game, Nangong Ziyue fights against the North."
It was also a battle between the children of the family. Although they lost a few games in the past, they lost the competition for the top eight. But the strength is still there, is the top ten players competing for the top ten, this battle is still quite eye-catching.
North sin is good at the palm of the hand, and the sorrowful sorrow of the hand is the ruthlessness of the ruthless, the ruthlessness of the palm of the hand, and the tricks of one stroke and one style, all contain a great power.
However, he ran into the Nangong Ziyue, the other side's landscape, quiet as the water wave, shaking like a mountain, just not afraid of his ruthless road.
After the two players scored their opponents, after four hundred strokes, the ruthless way of the North Meditation, there was a trace of flaws, and Nangong Ziyue seized the opportunity to win the victory.
In the case of only eight rounds of competition, Nangong Ziyue won this battle, and the distance from the top ten was another step.
"The next game, Sima Lingxuan vs. Liu Yunyun."
After several rounds of competition, Sima Lingxuan appeared, but his opponent is not the eight giants, but the true disciple of Liu Xuejian, Liu Yunyun.
In eight rounds of eight rounds, the giants have only eight, except for themselves and the other seven giants can only fight seven games, and the rest is naturally drawn from other players.
How to arrange is a referee, but the rest of the game, for the eight giants, almost no pressure. Except for the Big Eight, all the other players can't give them any trouble.
Liu Yuyun looked at the opposite strong and confident Sima Lingxuan, sighed softly and smiled bitterly: "Three years ago, you can still take ten strokes on you, three years later, I am afraid that even your one is blocked. Can't live."
"Sima Lingxuan, how do you and I are better than swords, no more than swords."
Similar to the sword and the knife, it is the two sides at the same time to see the sword, who can beat the other's sword, who is the winner.
Liu Yuyun’s sword is naturally not as strong as Sima Lingxuan. He said that more is to compare with Sima Lingxuan in the sword, and to understand that the other side’s repair on the sword is used to improve himself.
Sima Lingxuan is so arrogant and arrogant. Looking at the swordsman in the world, Liu Yuyun has a way to find the right way. At this moment, his posture is very low, his eyes are burning, and he hopes that the other party can promise him.
"In your capacity, there is strength, but also qualified and I am more than a sword, ready to sword." Sima Lingxuan indulged in a half-hearted, did not refuse Liu Yunyun's proposal.
There was a hint of excitement in his eyes, and Liu Yunyun vowed: "Thank you!"
After the words, the right hand is held on the hilt, the body is in the spirit, the ice and the artistic conception, as well as the sword, and the understanding of the kendo in the heart, accumulates quickly at this moment.
It sounds simpler than a sword. It just pulls out the sword and throws it out. But in this simple movement, it contains all aspects. Sword, sword, mood, and the strength of the shot, as long as any one of the mistakes, the moment the sword is pulled out will be flawed.
The atmosphere on the field suddenly became heavy, the air solidified at this moment, and the silence on the wind and thunder was dead. The two sides were silent and each other accumulated their potential.
Hey!
In this endless silence, suddenly there was a loud sound of swords, and the sound of the sword was long and solemn, and between the swords and the trembling, the huge wind and thunder continued to shake.
At the same time, the two men shot at the same time, a long cold sword, rotating rapidly in the air, bringing the snow fluttering in the sky, and the swordsmanship radiated a silvery white light, which made the world become colder.
Cold, the ultimate cold, cold and unrequited love, this is Liu Yiyun's artistic conception, and his sword is also serving this.
On the other hand, Sima Lingxuan’s long sword is golden and shimmering. The sky is raging, the clouds are rolling, and the wind is rising. It contains the vast artistic conception of the king. This is a sword of the king.
Under the blessing of Liucheng's swordsmanship, the king's artistic conception seems to be domineering and mighty. In the midst of it, there is a spirit of the world's swordsmanship. It is the king of the sword.
clang!
The two long swords were quickly intertwined and belonged to the long sword of Liu Yunyun. When they slammed, they were hit and flew out, and then they broke into two directly.
The long sword of Sima Lingxuan, with a slamming sound, with a swaying sword, relaxed on the wind and thunder, splitting the gap and the dragon gas immediately rose.
The dragon's arrogance makes the sword of the loneliness and arrogance increase greatly. The sword of the king's sword rushes away, almost breaking the wind and thunder enchantment in the sky.
In front of the sword of the king, Liu Yuyun did not have the slightest resistance, and the gap in the sword was too great.
The sword is the second avatar of the swordsman. This sword and Liu Yunyun don’t know how many days and nights, killing countless enemies, and instilling his spirit and soul in the unconscious.
At the moment, the sword broke, and Liu Yuyun’s mouth immediately overflowed with a trace of blood, and his face became pale and bloodless, and his spirit was weak and exhausted.
A trick was defeated, Liu Yuyun's Liuzhang Jinlong was swallowed up by Sima Lingxuan a lot, and the gloss was dim.
Jinlong, who belongs to Sima Lingxuan, is not too obvious, or the length of Bazhangqi, with his current air transport. Unless it is to defeat the Eight Giants, the length of the Golden Dragon has been difficult to continue to grow.
Drying the blood stains at the corners of the mouth, Liu Yunyun did not rush to step down, but closed his eyes and carefully realized the meaning of Sima Lingxuan’s sword when the two long swords were intertwined at that moment.
After a long time, Liu Yunyun opened his eyes, and his pale face showed some gratifying look. He smashed the two broken swords on the wind thunder.
"Beyond the swordsman, I have always tried my best, and there will be no reservations." If someone left something outside, Sima Lingxuan fluttered down the wind and thunder.
Liu Yunyun is a slight meal, understand the meaning of Sima Lingxuan, the other party is to advise him not to be depressed. It’s just that Sima Lingxuan’s character is so arrogant. It’s definitely impossible for him to go directly to comfort.
In the first round of the game, in the excitement of the crowd, the unconsciously finished, in the Big Eight, Wang Quan and Li Tianhua both lost and lost the opportunity to compete for the first.
The battle between the two giants did not disappoint everyone. Xiao Chen played against Wang Quan, and Xuanyuan battled against Li Tianhua.
These two are the rookies of this year. Under the sudden emergence of the army, all the way has rushed forward, and the record has risen steadily. The golden dragon hovering above the head has gone all the way and never stopped.
Especially Xiao Chen, people are more unpredictable, starting from the knockout, there is no defeat in the way.
Under the circumstance that many warriors are not optimistic, Xiao Chen wins all the way and defeats opponents. He always exposes a few cards to defeat his opponent when he thinks that his winning streak will end.
No one knows how many cards he has in the end. This young man from Qin State, a white robe, a long knife, and a provocation of various heroes, family, sects, and veteran giants.
Not arrogant, not humble, there is always a clear and indifferent look.
"In the first game, Bai Qi played against Yue Chen." At the beginning of the 94 rounds, the referees announced the lineup of the two sides without any urgency.