The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 460 Sword Breaks Bashan

  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 blood evil skills.

   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, can only display half of his normal strength, but Zhao Changhe thinks it is very fun 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 you like the new and dislike the old? No... that's the joy of warriors for new challenges, just like gamers encounter interesting version updates.

   And I have been trying the sword skills on the edge but 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 are really different.

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

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

  In fact, he is no stranger to swords for a long time... He has integrated swordsmanship into swordsmanship a long time ago, but that kind of integration cannot fully exert the value of swordsmanship, and the essence is still swordsmanship. 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.

I see.

  All what you have learned and know seems to be independent, but in fact it is integrated.

  And...the so-called Gu, and the natural difference on the second page of the Heavenly Book, you can find the corresponding one on the whole...It is said that that page corresponds to Tang Wanzhuang, but in fact, it is not corresponding to Miao Jiang on 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 you gain 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 it is necessary for people to curse, and they said it frankly, so Zhao Changhe didn't mind, and said with a smile: "Of course."

  The woman breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "This is a blood curse, causing the whole body to become chaotic, ranging from loss of strength, to bursting to death in severe cases. If Dharma Si protectors feel that they cannot resist, they can stop earlier."

  Zhao Changhe said: "Will 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 spoke, a seedling knife also appeared in his hand, and he tentatively cut it over: "Guardian Si, pay attention."

   "Actually, elder sister doesn'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 shock: "Are you completely unaffected by the curse?"

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

   What kind of Gu is this?

  Everyone looked at each other, not knowing why.

  Sisi burst out laughing with a "puchi", angry, didn't this hit Zhao Changhe's strength? You might as well use another curse, such as **** Gu... Well, it seems to be useless, 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 intense, 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 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 still had lingering fears.

  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 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 sword-like figure. 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 House!

  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've been waiting 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?"

  Zhao Changhe with his arms akimbo: "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 need 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."

   Lan Wujiang's eyes finally flashed with anger.

  In the hall, a sword light suddenly appeared.

   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 can step into the door of the secret store just one step away!

  Zhao Changhe's own strength should be halved by hiding the blood evil power and changing the sword to use the sword. 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 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 autumn pond rises.

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

  The sound of the two swords clashing was endless, as close as thousands of raindrops hitting 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 were whispering: "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."

   "I see... 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.

  Sharp Blade Grass...Sharp Blade Gu?

   On the other hand, Zhao Changhe used the same method of distributing sword energy in all directions, but how could the little sword energy he learned from Tang Wanzhuang be better than others' sword energy manipulation, which is as dense as a forest?

   However, Lan Wujiang, who was in the middle of 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. After accumulating a hundred swords, he had already begun to feel a little unstoppable.

   What kind of sword technique is this?

  Zhao Changhe learned from the Abi Sword and the Endless Blood Sea inherited from the Sword Emperor, each sword can absorb a little power of 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 applied this sword rain pattern by coincidence, countless blows in a short period of time, which was just suitable for the play of this move.

   Wait until Lan Wujiang realized something was wrong, it was 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.

   Lan Wujiang's eyes flashed fiercely, and suddenly the sword merged into one, and rushed straight to the place where the turbulent waves were the most violent.

  Bashan's stunt, the return date is not yet in sight.

  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 pierced fiercely into the core, but Zhao Changhe's sword suddenly changed.

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

  The skill of the sword emperor, the sword of Yuan Tu!

  The two passed by 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...

  People stared blankly at the way he had shaved his arms. They were obviously sweating from the pain, but both the enemy and the enemy felt a little trembling in their hearts.

  Real husband also.

  Sisi and Yue Hongling sat on the small bench with their chins resting on their backs 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: "Si Laoye, you are such a poisonous hand!"

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

   No one answered for a long time.

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

  The audience was silent, and no one refuted.

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

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

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

  Zhao Changhe stood 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)