Save the Two-dimensional Devil

"Yes, I am Lan Yichen." Mr. Lan Da asked back: "How do you know it must be me?"

"Although my eyes are blind, my heart is not blind. It's just that what I can see is exactly what others cannot see."

"What do you see?"

"I saw your sword aura and murderous aura." The blind man said, "Besides, I still have ears and can hear."

Lan Yichen sighed, and said, "Mr. Blind Eye Sword Ying is indeed worthy of being the outstanding man, the god of swords."

The blind man suddenly sneered and said, "It's a pity that I'm still blind, how can I compare with your divine eyes that see every detail?"

"You want me to come just because you can't get used to the word 'God's Eye'?"

"Yes." The blind man admitted, "I have learned swordsmanship for thirty years, and I know swords that are famous all over the world. There is only one wish that I have not fulfilled. In my lifetime, I must try to see if I, a blind man, can compare to you, who are unparalleled in the world. God's eyes."

Lan Yichen sighed again, and said: "There should be nothing, there should be nothing in your eyes, and you can't hold anything in your heart unexpectedly."

Ying Wuwu said coldly: "Lan Yichen, now I know why you are called Lan Yichen, because you still have a little dust in your heart, and you still have a little arrogance, so you came here."

"You're half right." Lan Yichen shook his head, "I have no arrogance in my heart, but there is indeed a piece of dust. Because of this piece of dust that has been there for many years, even if you don't look for me, I will come today."

"Jiannian dust?" Ying Wuwu's eyes rolled twice, "Is this piece of dust surnamed Yang?"

"You don't need to know this, you just need to know that one of us will die between the two of us today." Lan Yichen refused to say any more.

"That's right, one of us is going to die." Ying Wuwu suddenly smiled, "No matter who dies, the name of this piece of dust doesn't matter anymore."

A thin and long sword was pulled out from his bamboo pole in the blink of an eye, and the cold light trembled like a spirit snake.

It kept trembling in the evening wind, making it impossible to see where his sword tip was pointing, let alone where he was going to stab, even the color of the sword light seemed to be changing.

Sometimes red, sometimes blue.

The pupils of Mr. Lan Da's sharp eyes have also shrunk.

Spiritual Snake Sword, spirit is like green bamboo, poison is like red sword, soul is broken in seven steps, life is gone.

Green Bamboo and Chilian are the most poisonous snakes.

With a backhand, Lan Yichen held an ancient and clumsy long sword whose light was as blue as the blue sky.

Blue Mountain Ancient Sword.

Ying Wuwu's long sword was trembling all the time, but Lan Shan's ancient sword didn't move.

The light of Ying Wuwu's sword keeps changing, but the ancient sword of Lanshan remains unchanged.

Braking with stillness, responding to all changes with invariance, the ancient sword of Lanshan is as steady as a mountain.

The night is coming again, and the gray has turned into darkness, and the startled old birds return to the forest.

Ying Wuwu's sword stopped trembling suddenly, he sighed and asked, "Is it dark now?"

"Yes." Lan Yichen nodded.

Ying Wuwu said indifferently: "It's dark, I can't see, you can't see either, you have eyes and you have no eyes, to tell the truth, I don't want to beat you anymore."

"You're wrong!" Lan Yichen said in a colder voice, "Even in a dark night with no stars, no moon and no lights, I can still see because I have dual eyes."

"In that case, let's fight!" A flower bloomed on Ying Wuwu's face.

Suddenly, Lan Yichen's expression changed.

Why does his face change?Doesn't he have a pair of divine eyes that are not afraid of the dark?

Ying Wuwu sneered and said: "The more a person lacks something, the more he likes to show off. Since three years ago, whenever you appeared in the arena, you would inevitably show your divine eyes everywhere, even in small noodle restaurants by the side of the road. If you eat noodles, you have to act deliberately. So if I guessed correctly, your eyesight has already failed."

"You can try." Lan Yichen's tone was cold and full of confidence, but if someone was nearby, he would definitely see his face turn pale, and the hand holding the sword even had veins burst out.

"If you were still divine eyes, you wouldn't have come today." Ying Wuwu sternly said, "You have never put a blind man in your eyes, only when your eyes fail, you will feel that this is a fair duel .”

Lan Yichen stopped talking and suddenly swung his sword.

The sword light of the ancient sword grew suddenly, and the blade of a three-foot-seven-inch long sword seemed to grow another foot suddenly.

There was an extra blue light on the tip of the sword, stretching and shrinking, brilliant and dazzling, like the legendary sword energy, going straight to Ying Wuwu's face.

This sword is already the accumulation of his whole life's skill.

There was only a sound of "click", and a tree five feet away suddenly broke in the middle.

Ying Wuwu had stood three feet outside the tree at some point, and shook his head coldly.

The sword qi only prolongs the attack length of the sword, no matter how strong the sword qi is, it will not be longer than the spear, and it is useless if it cannot be stabbed.

For masters of their level, if they miss a sword, they must miss the sword.

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Chapter 895 Thirteen kills with one sword

With one sword, the outcome has been decided.

But life and death have yet to be decided.

"I'm ready." Mr. Lan Da suddenly withdrew his sword and sighed heavily.

What are you ready for?

In this case, it can only be ready to die.

Ying Wuwu slowly raised the Spirit Snake Sword, without moving his arm, but the blade of the sword kept trembling, stabbing forward continuously, making a "buzzing" sound, it seemed that there was no need for the master's control at all, the sword could Do your best tricks on your own.

Suddenly there was a sound of flying and running on the small road, and a person shouted loudly: "Stop! No one is allowed to kill people on my ground! It doesn't matter who you are."

A head catcher ran along the road, followed by a swordsman.

Both of them were panting from exhaustion, and the young swordsman kept complaining: "Do you know how rare a duel at this level is? How much inspiration and help does it give me to practice swordsmanship? It may not be possible to see it once in a lifetime, you really There are many things, but I still want to stop it."

The head catcher glared at him, and said angrily: "Nonsense, I am the head catcher, and this is my duty."

"I'm the head catcher here, and my name is Yang Zheng. This is my land, so you can't cause trouble here." Yang Zheng looked very much like a county government head catcher, and said impatiently: "Okay, you guys Two, where did they come from and where are they going back."

Ying Wuwu's face was completely expressionless, the snake sword in his hand trembled suddenly, and the cold light trembled, Yang Zheng's front Yuexiong's skirt had already been cut thirteen times, but he didn't hurt a single hair.

Although this sword is surprisingly fast, the strength is also well grasped.

Ying Wuwu asked Yang Zheng coldly, "Should we leave now?"

"It's still the same, exactly the same." Yang Zheng said, "I'm not stupid. When you two duel, you must not let the other party see the changes on your sword, so as not to expose your own trump card. So you dare not kill me, so you Must go!"

Of course the young swordsman was Liu Xu. He quickly walked away a few steps, as if he was afraid that he would stand too close to the head catcher and be accidentally injured by the two masters.

He left the sword on his waist with both hands, swung it straight in front of Yuexiong, and said: "You two have also seen that this man's brain is not very good, and he has a bad temper and a bad temper. If you want to kill him, kill him. I'm here Those who watch the battle will never intervene, it's none of my business."

"Okay." Ying Wuwu's answer was only one word.

Of course, his purpose was to kill Yang Zheng and Liu Xu.

As for Mr. Lan Da, his eyesight is no longer good, his vigor has been exhausted, and he is not even as threatening as the fast sword Liu Xu.

Di Qinglin's martial arts was taught by him himself, of course he knows the level of a person who can escape under Di Qinglin's sword.

Fortunately, very few people in the arena know that he is Di Qinglin's real master, a swordsman, and a swordsman, how can he become a master and apprentice?

So he can do many things for Di Qinglin.

So when the word "good" was spoken, the Spirit Snake Sword had turned into snake hair flying all over the sky, and dozens of sword lights all tremblingly pointed at Yang Zheng's throat.

His eyes are blind, but his sword is not blind.

Ying Wuwu's sword seems to have eyes, if he wants to stab the "Tiantu" on your Adam's apple, there will be no deviation.

In the trembling cold light, Lian Jin continued to kill, thirteen kills with one sword, very few people in the Jianghu could avoid this sword.

Unexpectedly, Yang Zheng avoided it, and avoided it dangerously.

In this extremely dangerous moment, Yang Zheng hadn't forgotten to knock him down.

He used a desperate method again, and unexpectedly rushed over from under the trembling sword light, and hugged Wuwu's waist.

"Okay." Ying Wuwu was not surprised, but just sneered.

Although this sword is powerful, it is by no means his killer. He rarely reveals his killer's mace in front of others.

Ying Wuwu's snake sword swirled around, covering Yang Zheng's whole body, stabbing Yang Zheng's thirteen acupuncture points from the back of the head through the back to the ankle in an instant, each of which was a fatal point.

But Yang Zheng didn't care, he still rushed over to hug Wuwu's waist, as long as he hugged him, he would not let go.

Even if he has to die, Yang Zheng will throw the opponent down. This is the experience he has gained from fighting for many years.

If a person falls down, no matter how good the kung fu is, it will be compromised.

Of course Ying Wuwu would not be thrown down by him, and the Blind Eye Excalibur would never fall down either.

Even if he is sure that this sword can definitely assassinate Yang Zheng, Ying Wuwu can't be thrown down, even if he can still kill Yang Zheng after being thrown down, Ying Wuwu can't be thrown down.

Excalibur can die in battle, but it must not be hugged and thrown to the ground like a gangster fighting in the city. This is the dignity and pride of a master of the rivers and lakes.

The trembling sword light suddenly disappeared, and nothing should retreat three feet.

Yang Zheng was in vain, he lost his center of gravity, and fell headlong under his feet, gnawing on the mud.

Just as Ying Wuwu was about to speak, a smear of blue suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth, illuminating his face.

A majestic and unparalleled blue sword energy has already struck horizontally, the Blue Mountain Excalibur!

Lan Yichen was standing four feet away from him, always there.

Ying Wuwu's neck aroused countless goosebumps, and his heart shuddered, and he had already guessed three or four points.

The piece of dust in Lan Yichen's heart is indeed surnamed Yang, and they have probably joined forces secretly.

But Ying Wuwu was still sneering. Although this sword was mighty, it was not as good as the one that chopped down the tree just now.

Ying Wuwu could dodge the sword just now, so he can naturally dodge this one.

He even had a feeling of "this is good" in his heart. Since he took the initiative to deliver them to his door, he happened to kill them all at once, saving him from running back and forth.

When Ying Wuwu raised his heel, his body was about to jump out.