Wushuang Wushuang Swordsman

Chapter 23 The Winning Strike

Feilong looked at the sword in Li Xuange's hand, and then at the knife at his waist, his eyes flickered fiercely.

The rising sun in the desert was also extremely hot, and the two of them were sweating from the heat.

Li Xuange is young, and he can hold on to both his physical strength and his recently soared internal strength.

Feilong was in his forties, in his prime of life, his strength and cultivation were at the peak, but his physical strength was really not comparable to that of young people, which was why he was eager to win quickly rather than fight for a long time.

He snorted coldly, "Do you think you can exhaust the flying dragon me with some fancy movements, don't you? I think you've made a mistake. It's just a warm-up, and then you're ready to die. "

After hearing this, Li Xuange finally changed his grip and held the sword with both hands, posing in the middle of Japanese swordsmanship towards the opponent.

In every duel before the duel with the flying dragon, he was basically a one-hit kill, but that was either because the opponent was too skillful, or the opponent was good at one-hit kills, or it was due to a sneak attack.

There has never been an opponent as sharp and brave as Feilong. If he relies on Zhan Feng Yi Dao and uses Zhan Feng Yi Sword from the beginning, it is very likely that the opponent will use his sharp body to distance him, and then seize his own flaws after the move Anti-kill.

Therefore, before Li Xuange forced the opponent to make a head-on move to determine the outcome, he would definitely not easily slash that sword.

But now, Feilong had no choice but to step into Li Xuange's best field because of his physical strength.

The two returned to confrontation again, and the raised wind and sand gradually sank.

Everyone watching the battle was amazed, because neither Li Xuange's combat style nor Flying Dragon's combat style features said a protracted war.

Two people who are good at quick fighting actually fought a protracted war of continuous confrontation.

The owner of Lianfeng, Xiang Qizheng, frowned deeply, "This hero Li can really fight Feilong so far. If he is given a few more years to grow, why should he take such a risky fight?"

General Shi said: "Hmph, real swordsmen are all forged from blood and fire. Even if they don't fight with flying dragons, they have to fight with people with similar strength. The degree of danger will not be much worse. Otherwise, how can we talk about progress.”

Xiang and Zheng do not agree with this, but do not want to argue with the powerful.

The two people on the sand dune had concentrated their murderous intent to the extreme, and the horse bandits under Feilong made strange noises, trying to cheer up Feilong and suppress Li Xuange's morale.

But how could the two masters be disturbed by this foreign factor.

Li Xuange stared at the other party, but he charged forward and launched an attack first.

In this kind of confrontation, only the impetuous will make the first move after they can't bear this oppressive atmosphere.

Seeing Li Xuange make a move, the crowd watching the battle, many of them experts, exclaimed regretfully at the same time.

"It's over! You can't hold your breath!"

General Shi also shook his head, "Young man, after all, his mental experience is not good enough."

Seeing this, Flying Dragon, his opponent, couldn't help laughing. He turned around and made a roundabout, taking advantage of the situation to make the saber more fierce, and slashed down like a bolt from the blue!
He has two knives, but now he only uses his right hand to chop with all his strength!
But Li Xuange hadn't entered his attack range yet, and the scimitar was not as long as the Han sword. Unless this knife could move two feet in an instant, it wouldn't be able to touch Li Xuange at all.

All the swordsmen watching the battle were puzzled, only Xiang Qiezheng's face changed drastically, and the scene from 20 years ago flashed before his eyes.

20 years ago, Ding'an's father, Li Buhui, was killed by this knife!
The flying dragon slashed with shocking force, even a granite rock could easily be cut in half, so from the very beginning, what he slashed was not Li Xuange himself, but the sword in his hand!
Li Xuange's charge was not an impulsive move, but to lure the enemy to make moves, using the changes in space to force Feilong to have a duel with him instead of continuing to fight.

If the flying dragon still intends to lure the enemy, he can deviate from the deadly center line at any time with this charge, and continue to consume with traditional sword skills.

But I didn't expect that although Feilong wanted to fight him, he didn't come directly at him, but directly slashed his sword!

This time, due to the limitation of space and inertia, Li Xuange's sword couldn't hold back the momentum, so he could only continue to thrust out.

He felt ruthless in his heart, he had made up his mind, and the stabbing with both hands suddenly turned into a thrusting with one hand. When the one hand was sent out to the shoulder, the shoulders, elbows and wrists were all stretched forward until they were dislocated.

Chop the wind knife into a broken wind stab!
This is the sword movement that Li Xuange realized on the spot after inferring all others. The three-foot sword suddenly pierced the flying dragon's throat at several times the speed, and the yellow sand and wind in front of him were also torn by the sword.

Feilong opened his eyes wide, as if slowing down at this moment, he felt the breath of death from the edge of the sword that was so fast that he couldn't see clearly, this was the first time he felt the approach of death in decades in the desert, hot sweat mixed with cold sweat on his forehead .

Unexpectedly, at the time of life and death, his full potential exploded, and the speed of the slashing knife increased instantly. He had to cut it off before the blade pierced himself, otherwise he would surely die!

As long as the blade can be cut off, the empty knife is enough to kill this terrible young man with a very light force, and he must not be allowed to survive!

This sword must be cut off for me!
Feilong roared furiously in his heart, and the scimitar in his right hand suddenly felt the metal body in contact. At that moment, he released all his potential, roared again, cut it off!
With a bang, the blockage in the sword's momentum disappeared instantly, and the sword that was too close to be seen was finally cut off by him!

Under the effect of inertia, the broken sword edge touched the hard leather armor he was wearing, and only pierced the leather armor, piercing the taut skin of the flying dragon's muscles, and then fell weakly.

At this moment, Feilong's inner emotions went from low to high, from the struggle for survival to the ecstasy of the rest of his life, and then melted into the empty knife. As long as he fell, he could chop the young man who had lost his weapon in front of him by inertia alone. Kill on the spot.

A thought also came to his mind, but unfortunately, he was not able to hollow out all this kid before dying, it was cheaper for him.

But as soon as this thought turned around, he felt that his left hand was empty, and the blade that should have landed to deliver a fatal blow had not fallen for a long time.

He looked in astonishment, the young and handsome young man in front of him was looking at him with sharp eyes, he broke the sword in one hand, but held a knife in the other hand, a knife fairy's knife!

And there was a bloody smell in the air, and Feilong subconsciously looked at his left hand, which had been cut off, and there was a bloodstain on his chest that was a foot and a half long.

At this moment, the experienced Feilong immediately simulated what happened just now in his mind.

He had just cut off Li Xuange's sword, and when the scimitar in his right hand was about to swing down, the opponent's left hand suddenly pulled out the saber at his waist, and swung that wind-cutting knife!

This knife passed over the place where the blood vessels in his chest were densely packed, and cut off his left arm, making it impossible for the fatal knife to cut off!

A large amount of blood gushed out from the torn leather armor on Feilong's chest. He no longer had the strength to continue fighting, and only looked at Li Xuange dully.

He muttered in his mouth: "How could you still have the strength to swing that kind of knife after stabbing that kind of sword?!"

Li Xuange was panting heavily. Although the previous battle was short, it seemed that his entire physical strength had been exhausted.

I saw a sneer on his face, he didn't bother to explain, the broken sword and the saber slashed alternately, the flying dragon's head fell to the ground immediately, and the body also fell down with a bang, rolling down from the slope of Mingsha Mountain.

(End of this chapter)