book of troubled times

Chapter 460
Zhao Changhe is really a bit addicted to playing. When he made an appointment with Lei Zhentang earlier, it was not because of words, but in fact, he really wanted to fight him.

Even if he knew that he might not be able to beat him, that's what happened to Xue Sha, the man who practiced Xue Sha Kung Fu.

Fortunately, he suppressed that eager heart, otherwise he might not be able to hide the blood in his eyes.

In fact, Zhao Changhe, who suppressed the blood evil skill and switched to using a sword, could only display half of his normal strength, but Zhao Changhe found it very interesting to fight.It’s a bit similar to the feeling of going all the way in the Kunlun Secret Realm, facing all kinds of new scenes, racking your brains to apply what you have learned that you don’t use much on weekdays, that kind of inspiration bursting and colliding with passion , it is difficult to experience when dancing wildly with a knife.

Maybe it's because you like the new and hate the old?No... that is the joy of warriors for new challenges, just like gamers encounter interesting version updates.

However, I have been trying out the sword skills on the edge, but I have never really practiced it. Now I feel that the more I use it, the more fun it is. The feeling of a knife and a sword is really different.

The knife is violent, mighty, straightforward, and can break through thousands of troops.

The sword is free and easy, elegant, not only has the fun of changing the operation, but also has the sharp killing of life and death.

In fact, he is no stranger to swords for a long time... He has integrated sword skills into sword skills a long time ago, but that kind of integration cannot fully exert the value of sword skills, and the essence is still a knife.Only when it is separated at this moment can we truly understand the sword.

It seems that the energy that was roaring and sweeping in the qi and blood began to have a kind of determination to converge into a sharp edge. Zhao Changhe immediately remembered the sharp blade grass needed for body forging, and also remembered the body forging that Li Shentong said Direction tempered.

It turned out to be the case.

All the things you learn and know seem to be separate, but they are actually integrated.

And...the so-called Gu, and the natural difference on the second page of the Heavenly Book, you can find the corresponding one in all...It is said that that page corresponds to Tang Wanzhuang, but in fact, it is not corresponding to the Miao Jiang of this trip?So much so that now in Tianshu's VR, more and more Gu insect effects have gradually begun to be displayed, which are actually biological nature.

What one gains and what the enemy shows gradually point to the bridge between heaven and earth.

"Om!" The blood in the body suddenly surged wildly, as if there was a sense of chaos and boiling.

Zhao Changhe looked up, and saw a woman standing in front of him apologetically: "We need a medium to cast a curse. Just now we used the dead body killed by the Sihu Dharma to trigger the curse. I hope that the Sihu Dharma will not think it is a sneak attack or a relationship with you." people join hands."

Strictly speaking, it seems to be true, but that's what people cursed, and they said it frankly, so Zhao Changhe didn't mind, and said with a smile: "Of course."

The woman let out a breath, and said with a smile: "This is a blood curse, causing the whole body to become chaotic, ranging from loss of strength to severe explosion and death. If you feel that you can't resist it, you can stop it earlier."

Zhao Changhe said: "Does it count if I carry it?"

The woman shook her head: "Of course I will take advantage of the situation to attack, otherwise what's the point of holding you back..."

As he said that, a seedling knife also appeared in his hand, and he tentatively cut it over: "Dharma protector, pay attention."

"Actually, elder sister, you don't need to be so polite, this knife can be more ruthless." Zhao Changhe smiled, and suddenly the sword came out like a dragon, precisely on the side of Miao Dao.

The sharp sword energy struck, shaking the woman Miao Dao almost out of her hand, she backed away in horror: "Are you not affected by the curse at all?"

Zhao Changhe grinned: "It's nothing, I have flesh and blood safety Gu."

What kind of Gu is this?

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing why.

Sisi laughed with a "puchi", angry and bloody, didn't this hit Zhao Changhe's strength?Why don't you change the curse, such as lust Gu... Well, it doesn't seem to work, yesterday in the tub... This aunt is not as beautiful as me, I can't do it...

Just thinking about it, Zhao Changhe suddenly let out a "Huh", feeling sleepy.

When the battle was fierce, he was actually very sleepy, as if he could fall asleep standing up while leaning on a sword.The opponent's Miao Dao had already taken the opportunity to break away from the entanglement of his own sword, and cut back.

The woman let out a sigh of relief: "This is the Sleeping Gu, it has quietly attached to you just now..."

"Crack!" Before he finished speaking, a tiny Gu worm suddenly fell from Zhao Changhe's body. Zhao Changhe's vision regained clarity, and his left hand swiftly grabbed the woman's wrist that had been cut by Miao Dao. on the woman's neck.

The woman was dumbfounded: "How did you do this? You obviously didn't notice it, and you have been quietly possessed by a Gu insect..."

"Acceptance." Zhao Changhe didn't explain, but he was actually terrified.

Don't look at the cloud and wind, it's actually extremely thrilling, but if Fan Wan breaks it in an instant, the other party's Miao Dao will be on his neck.And the way to crack it is just comprehend the sharpness of qi and blood, the Gu worms crawled in as if they got into the sword forest, and were stabbed out... However, this kind of Gu worms are weak, if they are strong, they will really fall...

The art of witchcraft is really hard to guard against, but it is also really interesting.

The woman shook her head in admiration and stepped back. Zhao Changhe took a few deep breaths and felt a little tired.

Don't look at all the opponents who are not very high in practice, but they have exhausted all their skills and can't relax at all.

A handsome man slowly walked out in front of him, with a straight back and a figure like a sword.Walking slowly in front of Zhao Changhe, he raised his sword and pointed: "She nationality Lan Wujiang, please give me your advice."

Zhao Changhe narrowed his eyes slightly, his slightly drooping shoulders gradually straightened, and his fighting spirit was burning.

This temperament, this sword intent, this "no" generation.

Bashan Sword Cottage!

Hey, isn't Han Wubing a disciple? Why is he in the same generation as Shi Wuding's seniors?
This thought flashed through his mind, and he said slowly, "I'll wait for you for a long time."

Lan Wujiang narrowed his eyes and sized him up, and said slowly, "Sure enough."

Zhao Changhe said: "Are you really from the She nationality?"

"Of course." Lan Wujiang said, "You? True Spirit Race?"

Zhao Changhe put his hands on his hips: "Of course!"

Yue Hongling glanced at Sisi, who turned her head away.

"Okay." Lan Wujiang said, "Your swordsmanship is very good."

Zhao Changhe said: "Your swordsmanship is not good."

Lan Wujiang looked at him coldly.

Sisi asked Yue Hongling in a low voice: "Will people who play swords become like this?"

Yue Hongling didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Aren't I a sword player? Tang Buqi is also a sword player. Who is like this...Maybe I learned from Han Wubing."

Sisi said: "It seems that we have to keep him away from Han Wubing in the future...it's scary."

But Zhao Changhe continued: "You should come out first, that's the swordsman."

Lan Wujiang was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Maybe."

"When I come out exhausted, you will feel guilty. If you are timid without fighting, you are not worthy to be my opponent." Zhao Changhe sneered: "Let you draw your sword first."

Finally, anger flashed across Lan Wujiang's eyes.

A sword glow suddenly appeared in the hall.

There is no bright light, no violent air.

A ray of sword light cut through the void, and approached Zhao Changhe's throat in an instant.

Yue Hongling suddenly stood up: "Good swordsmanship!"

This is definitely a top swordsman at the ninth level of the entrance, the kind who is only one step away from stepping into the door of the secret storehouse!
Zhao Changhe's own strength should be halved by hiding the blood evil skill and using a sword instead. What's more, he has gone through wheel battles, exhausted all his skills, and is exhausted.At this moment, Zhao Changhe, can he really beat such an opponent?

Zhao Changhe's footsteps were light and wrong, and people with poor eyesight didn't even feel him move, but Lan Wujiang's sword light was the most prosperous, but he avoided it without a trace. The next moment, the Dragon Emperor slanted his finger and pointed at the side of Lan Wujiang's sword.

With a "ding", both of them shook slightly.

The next moment was almost the same, and the sword glow skyrocketed.In the hall, it seems that thousands of pear trees are in full bloom, like rain falling all over the sky.

Bashan rains at night and rises in the autumn pond.

The spring water is in the sky and the blue waves are horizontal.

The sound of the two swords clashing was endless, as if thousands of raindrops hit the eaves at the same time, most people could no longer keep up with the speed of these two people, and they were dazzled.

"Is this the battle of Miaojiang?" Many people whispered: "Is this really the list of people from the Central Plains?"

"Where's their Gu?"

"...Weaker Gu can't enter such a sword net at all. They all chose this mode just to prevent being attacked by Gu. Otherwise, why use such a sword net for one-on-one, it will consume a lot of money."

"So that's how it is... what about the Gu that blesses itself?"

Blue Borderless has it.

Yue Hongling clearly sensed the flow of Lan Wujiang's power, which became stronger and sharper.The sword energy that emanated seemed to have life, spinning a thousand times, bursting out, all pointing at Zhao Changhe's position.

Blade Grass... Blade Gu?

On the other hand, Zhao Changhe used the same method of distributing sword qi in all directions, but how could the little bit of sword qi he learned from Tang Wanzhuang be better than other people's sword qi manipulation, as dense as a forest?
However, Lan Wujiang, who was in the game, didn't feel relaxed at all.

He also felt that Zhao Changhe's swords were getting stronger and faster, as if each sword was slightly stronger than the last one, and after accumulating a hundred swords, he had already begun to feel like the Yellow River was rushing to the sea, unstoppable.

What kind of swordsmanship is this?
Zhao Changhe learned from the Abi's Sword and the Endless Sea of ​​Blood inherited from the Sword Emperor. Each sword can absorb a small amount of power from the previous sword, gradually accumulating.It used to be integrated into the sword technique before, but later on, the stronger the opponent, the stronger he could gather his strength and not be absorbed and stolen, so he didn't use it for a long time.At this moment, of course, is the time to regain.

Lan Wujiang thought that he also had Gu, so he used this sword rain pattern in unison, and countless blows in a short period of time, which was just suitable for the use of this move.

When Lan Wujiang realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

A point of sword light exploded in front of his eyes, like the Milky Way hanging in the nine heavens, piercing the sky, and the waves of blood were boundless.

A stern look flashed in Lan Wujiang's eyes, and suddenly the sword merged into one, and rushed straight to the place where the turbulent waves were the thickest.

Bashan's unique skill has yet to return.

As long as there is a sword rain, there must be flaws to be found.The seemingly strongest point is often the core intersection point.

"Good swordsmanship." Zhao Changhe unexpectedly had time to sigh: "I learned it, thank you."

"Choke!" Lan Wujiang's long sword penetrated viciously into the core, but Zhao Changhe's sword suddenly changed.

Like a surging wave, the upside-down sword force of the Milky Way suddenly shrinks and converges at one point, as if all the waves of a sea of ​​blood converge into a screaming soul, desperate for life and death!

Sword Emperor's Skill, Yuan Tu's Sword!
The two walked past each other with their backs facing each other.

Lan Wujiang clutched his ribs, blood gradually flowing.

Zhao Changhe's left arm was cut, and in the astonishment of everyone, he suddenly returned a sword and cut off a piece of flesh on his arm.

A Gu worm fell to the ground, twitching and motionless.

He was still defending against Gu until the point of life and death...

The people stared blankly at the way he had cut his arms, obviously sweating from the pain, but both the enemy and the enemy felt a little trembling in their hearts.

A real husband too.

Sisi and Yue Hongling sat on the small bench with their chins in their hands and looked at his back, neither of them spoke.

"Bang!" Lan Wujiang fell to the ground with a bang, and a group of tribesmen rushed up to treat his wounds, and glared at Zhao Changhe angrily: "Silaoye, you are such a poisonous hand!"

"He's not dead, what are you calling a fart." Zhao Changhe panted, his tone extremely tired: "Who else wants to teach?"

For a long time no one answered.

The leader of the Bai tribe said loudly: "What is the comparison, I recognize you! Who is qualified to replace you as the fifth seat, I will be the first to refuse!"

Yaque was silent in the arena, and no one refuted.

Even Lei Zhentang couldn't refute it, and he would have to face it.

In fact, there are still many disciples hidden in the sword hut, but at this moment, whoever dares to make a move is simply an outrage.

Could it be that the fifth seat was really taken over by the Spirit Race?Lei Zhentang held the armrest tightly, his expression cloudy and uncertain.

Zhao Changhe stood there for a while, but no one responded. He cupped his hands and saluted all around, and smiled: "Everyone loves you...but this is not my fifth seat."

He turned around slowly, walked in front of Sisi, bowed and bowed: "Return to the saint...fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."

(End of this chapter)