The First Son of Daqin

first son chapter 50

  "When I was young, when I was drunk, I used a sword as a pen to engrave a sword-like poem... I want to go to the sky and embrace the bright moon..."

  Li Bai stepped forward, facing the six-fingered black man, muttering to himself as he walked, stroking the long sword in his hand, his hair dancing.

  "Are all people in Daqin as arrogant as you?"

  The six-fingered black man sneered. Although he was sarcastic, his tone was steady and he could not see his anger.

  Of course it wasn't his intention to be sarcastic.

  He had seen quite a few masters of the Qin state, but Li Bai's attitude was really arrogant, that's why he said so.

  "Shh!"

  The six-fingered black man swung out a sword, and the rolling inner force blocked the surrounding area.

  His inner strength is deep.

  It is worthy of being the powerhouse of the older generation. The internal strength alone is stronger than the current Gai Nie, at least the skills of more than [-] years, at the level of a first-class grandmaster.

  However, he is one of the few top players in the world.

  What he was holding in his hand was a well-forged long sword, not Momei.

  "Shhhhh!!!"

  The six-fingered black man uses his sword, the sword is like a ruler, and every move seems to be a move that can only be cut with careful calculation.

  In the air, there are traces of sword qi across.

  It was as if the cage was about to tie Li Bai into it.

  The sword energy spreads out like ink and wash, exuding a unique inner breath machine.

  It is the profound inner strength unique to the Mo clan giants.

  For the inner strength of the Mo family, of course, only by cultivating the inner strength of the Mo family to a high level, can there be such a breath of air.

  Rule is the measure, ink is like the heart, without the measure, the heart will be distorted, and people and things will lose their direction. This is the meaning of the ink rule.

  This swordsmanship contains the essence of ink rules.

  One move and one style, showing that there are no rules and no square scale.

  In the rules, there is also a freehand brushwork style like a landscape, as well as the edge of a knight alone.

  This is related to the perception of the Six Fingers Black Man himself.

  "Well done, hahaha, a poem, a fight of wine, a long song, a sword in the world..."

  Li Bai didn't panic when he saw the layers of sword light that enveloped him. Instead, he let out a long laugh and swung the sword straight out. It seemed casual, but it contained an extraordinary demeanor.

  The sword carries a phantom, and it spreads out in layers like waves.

  "Thorn-"

  The sword qi of the two sides collided, making a cracking sound.

  The air was torn apart.

  "Puff puff!!"

  Internal shock.

  "Um?!"

  The six-fingered black man's always indifferent face suddenly tightened, and his expression changed.

  Li Bai's sword, whether it is internal strength or sword intent, is one of the few things he has seen in his life.

  Even, it seems that this unique sword intent has only been seen in his life.

  It has reached a level that has only been seen by the first person in his life.

  The six-fingered black man's eyes became dignified, his whole body tense.

  There was a feeling of depression in his heart.

  Actually, just pointing one at random, there is such strength? !

  He is on the same level as him, and he looks very young.

  He has practiced the internal skills for many years, and the swordsmanship has the current scale.

  Could it be that those are all characters of this level? !

  "impossible!"

  The six-fingered black man denies in his heart.

  "It must have just happened to point to one of the best, and the others cannot have the same skills..." The six-fingered black man's mind flashed.

  After all, to reach his level, which one is not achieved by outstanding talent and accumulation of time.

  Even if there are occasionally people born with the talent of evildoers, they are only a few.

  How could there be so many.

  "Shhhhhh!!"

  "Prick, prick, prick—"

  The sword energy on both sides was turbulent and collided continuously.

  Li Bai laughed while drawing out his sword.

  The more you fight, the more casual, the more you fight, the more uninhibited.

  "There is wine today and I am drunk, hey, unfortunately there is no wine, no wine on hand..."

  Li Bai's Jianguang flickered, and Yao straightened like a dragon, but the sword's light stopped, and the shape of the sword suddenly disintegrated.

  He became addicted to alcohol and didn't drink, and this move was immediately boring.

  "Shh!"

  The six-fingered black man seized the opportunity and struck straight at him with a sword like a black thunder.

  When he was in front of Li Bai, he suddenly accelerated, and a terrifying sword force broke out.

  All burst out.

  The six-fingered black man's eyes burst into bright sword light, and it's over!

  suddenly……

  "Kill a person in ten steps, and leave a thousand miles behind!"

  Li Bai's scattered sword light suddenly condensed, and turned into a terrifying piece of training that drilled straight out like a ray of light.

  "Boom!"

  This move, he did not suppress his internal strength.

  He is a super-first-class grandmaster, and his internal power has always suppressed the six-fingered black man.

  In addition to this trick of killing one person in ten steps, the swordsmanship of not leaving for a thousand miles, the sword light suddenly appeared.

  The long sword in the hand of the six-fingered black man seemed to be flicked by something terrifying, and he let go in an instant.

  "Whoa whoa-"

  The long sword spun and fell to the ground.

  The six-fingered black man stepped back again and again, his face flushed slightly, and his blood was tumbling.

  A sword, defeated!

  The six-fingered black man knew very well that if he was defeated, the sword could not be stopped at all.

  Moreover, the other party showed mercy.

  Otherwise, his injury is definitely more than that.

  The long sword could not be swayed, but was directly shattered.

  He can feel that the long sword in the opponent's hand is not ordinary, but he has deliberately restrained his brilliance before.

  In the final fight, he felt that the long sword in Li Bai's hand was not simple.

  Definitely a famous sword level.

  ……

  "Cheng Rang, your swordsmanship is very interesting, I have a new inspiration." Li Bai put away his sword and walked towards Ying Gan, his faint voice drifted into the ears of the six-fingered black man.

  The six-fingered black man stood on the spot, calming his anger.

  Quickly adjust your breath and attitude.

  To lose is to lose.

  For many years, the Six Fingers Black Man has not tasted this kind of defeat.

  That was when he hadn't officially stepped into the arena, and he often lost to others...

  After entering the arena, he also lost.

  Only later, there are few failures.

  Unexpectedly, I felt this invincible feeling again today.

  Not a level.

  The six-fingered black man felt a little bit of frustration in his heart, but he was a character who had experienced the arena for many years.

  Therefore, he quickly calmed down the frustration in his heart.

  "Please advise!"

  The six-fingered black man picked up the long sword in his hand again and pointed at the other person beside Ying Gan.

  He doesn't think other people have the same degree as Li Bai.

  In that case, the masters are too worthless.

  Now he can't leave if he wants to, because Li Bai's kung fu lets him know that he can't leave.

  Simply, he is also free and easy, let go directly, and face the rest.

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