Who mowgli into the valley, the rapid fly, until hit the top of the ban, just stopped. In the whole valley of sword fighting, only here is the safest. Because, even if it is a real person, there are few people who fight at high altitude again, mostly on the ground or at low altitude.
Like Wei Wuji, the other disciples who came in were also driving various instruments such as clouds, carpets, seats, boats, shuttles and drills, suspended at the same height and waiting quietly. Those who came later, are also a cautious look, looking for a gap, dare not have the slightest struggle.
The vast First Sword Valley has no interest except the whimper of the wind, and it is quiet and even a little scary.
As time went on, the skylight became brighter and brighter. When the sun jumped out completely and shone everywhere, two bright silver lights came from Taniguchi, almost at the same time. Taniguchi’s ban did not cause them the slightest obstacle, and they came in as if nothing had happened.
One glance, two silvery lights are still in Taniguchi, and the next, they have already revealed their shapes in the void right in the middle of the first bucket sword valley.
Two people, one left and one right, all stand in vain.
There is no doubt that these two are Luo Zhenren, the seventh peak of plough, and Li Zhenren, the sixth peak.
These two real people, one is stout and the other is tall and thin.
Dumpy hair, only a blue robe, a free and easy appearance, however, with his figure, how to see how to feel a bit funny, if it weren’t for him being a real person, then I’m afraid that many of the inner disciples present would be unable to stop laughing;
The tall and thin real person, however, is dressed very formally, with a high crown, robes and accessories from soup to nuts. Anyone who looks at it will have to praise him for being an expert and selling well.
Look at their faces, they are both in their forties, and they both reveal great vitality, obviously in their prime. If there is not too much time difference between the two people’s entry, the qualifications of the two people above monasticism should be different.
Wei Wuji, a disciple who just entered the mountain gate, didn’t know any of the two real people. At that time, he secretly sent a message to Le Jin, "Brother Le, who is the respected teacher?"
Hearing Wei Wuji’s words, Le Jin immediately called out, "On the left, the one in the light blue robe is!"
Hearing this, the who mowgli couldn’t help one leng. Although a disciple doesn’t have to be like a master, generally speaking, he will always be infected with some habits. Who mowgli a look at the appearance of the stout real person, guess this person’s humor, should belong to that kind of game makes. This kind of person may be a bit eccentric in temper, but it is not difficult to get along with. It is easy for the master and the apprentice to mingle and laugh.
And the tall, thin real person, obviously, has a more square personality. At the beginning, Wei Wuji thought that the tall, thin real person was a happy master. Unexpectedly, he just turned over one by one. However, it also made Wei Wuji understand a little. Everything should not be taken for granted by experience. After all, it is talk.an excellent thing for a monk to subvert the routine.
Luo Zhenren, the teacher of Lejin, first bowed to Li Zhenren as a gift and said, "Brother Li!"
"Brother Luo!" Li Zhenren also gave a hand as a gift, and then said, "I wonder how Brother Luo is going to fight swords this time?"
"all is forgiven, as long as I don’t die, I’ll let my brother toss!" Luo Zhenren with a serious, formal way.
"Teacher younger brother no longer think about it? You know, the last two times, you were badly hurt, and it took more than ten years to recover! " Li Zhenren’s face remained the same, and he replied faintly, and his meaning seemed to reveal how much concern.
"It’s better to be injured by the sword of a senior brother than to be killed by the sword of an outsider. A little injury is nothing!" Luo Zhenren immediately replied.
"In that case, let’s do it, Brother Luo!" Li Zhenren went on.
When Luo Zhenren heard this, he smiled and said, "Brother Gao Yi, I’m welcome!"
As soon as the words fell, Luo Zhenren grasped empty with his right hand, and when he did, he held a long sword in his hand. This sword is three feet long and three fingers wide. At first glance, it looks like a clear autumn water.
There is no doubt that in Luo Zhenren’s hand, it is his sword of life’s core monuments-Taiyi plough sword.
A sword in hand, Luo Zhenren then emerged several chop, time, several firm but gentle hurricane swept out. These firm but gentle, each with a length of ten zhangs, like a bright silver thin line, in a crescent shape, from all directions, toward the Li Zhenren standing in the void.
The speed of firm but gentle is really unparalleled. When I knew that I was going to cut Li Zhenren, I just heard the sound of surprises in the ears of the disciples.
"This is the real swordsmanship, it’s amazing!"
At this time, who mowgli suddenly heard his own boat, a disciple who practiced Taiyi Sanhe Sword was whispering to himself, and at the same time, his right hand was condensed into a sword finger, rowing in the emptiness of Ling, as if imitating the trajectory of Luo Zhenren’s sword.
And only a little slower, and several people are doing the same thing. Obviously, these people are all here to learn arts sincerely. See so, who mowgli where don’t know this is a rare opportunity, although, he has just started, on the kendo knowledge is very shallow, but, as long as you write it down, it must be fruitful in the future.
At the moment, who mowgli without the slightest distraction, bent over to watch the war situation below.
Li Zhenren, in the face of Luo Zhenren’s shock wave, did not move, but also held his hand in vain, and his own Taiyi plough sword also showed itself. Then, once in the air, the light of the sword shook like a waterfall, pouring down and lingering around him, like a huge ball of light of the sword.
See here, who mowgli thought Li Zhenren to use saving sword tactic, but the next moment, he will understand not, because, at the same time, the sword light vibration, Li Zhenren without the slightest active attack posture, let the firm but gentle hurricane cut on the sword light ball.
At the moment of chopping, the light ball of the sword rotates, but the firm but gentle surge just penetrated into the sword curtain, and then it was dumped out again. Those firm but gentle surges were returned by Li Zhenren, and they were chopped back again.
At this point, Luo Zhenren’s figure has disappeared into the void. However, Li Zhenren has played against Luo Zhenren many times, and he is obviously familiar with his situation. He turned back to the firm but gentle, and split straight into a void.
Sure enough, without waiting for the shock wave to cut, Luo Zhenren spontaneously revealed himself, making vain strides, coming out from the shock wave hurricane, and approaching Li Zhenren.
As the saying goes, no evil comes to all sides, and Li Zhenren, after shaking the shock wave against the earthquake in the past, suddenly changed the sword curtain around him, and immediately turned it into countless thin sharp spikes, which were numerous and hundreds of them, flying out, like a rain of arrows shot by a mortal army, coming towards Luo Zhenren.
Luo Zhenren feet, Taiyi plough sword ahead suddenly a thorn, sword light differentiation out of the five, to the body of the blade, a total of six, like a turbine, a strangulation, at that time, the rain of sword stab in front of Luo Zhenren, was smashed out of a big hole, easily get out.
After coming out, Luo Zhenren didn’t have the slightest delay. Immediately, he showed the art of uniting the body and sword, and the royal sword rose up and stabbed Li Zhenren.
At this point, Luo Zhenren is not far from Li Zhenren, and it is really a blink of an eye. Li Zhenren didn’t panic, but with one hand, the royal sword seemed to be randomly split into dozens of swords by vanity. When the light of Luo Zhenren’s sword rushed to it, an invisible firm but gentle split out at that time, and was greeted by him, which blocked the momentum.
Then, Luo Zhenren’s royal sword flew in the air, flashing in a series, and each sword split into the key place of Li Zhenren. However, every time when chopping, there is a firm but gentle out of thin air, intercepting the sword light.
"Bang, bang, bang …"
After dozens of blows, Luo Zhenren’s sword flashed back. At this time, Li Zhenren recycled his Taiyi plough sword to the void in his chest, and the tip of the sword pointed straight to the sky. And the five fingers of his left hand, like a fiddle, kept patting around the blade, giving a tinkling and very pleasant sound.