Chapter 155 Shura is a legendary creature.
According to legend, men of this kind of creature are very ugly, while women are very beautiful. However, Shura, regardless of gender, is synonymous with power and a symbol of killing.
And this sword, named Shura, is naturally not an ordinary sword technique, nor is it an ordinary sword.
Once upon a time, these two swords were accompanied by a brilliant knight who achieved great fame.
But now, it is she, Ran Honghua, who inherits the Shura Sword. She has been learning the sword since she was a child. She uses the sword three thousand times a day and tries her best every time.
After learning the sword technique, I have met 37 enemies and killed 37 enemies. I have been killing them all the way. This sword has never been pulled out by the weak, but today, the Shura Sword encountered the biggest difficulty in my life.
An unknown swordsman.
His sword was as gentle as the wind, as if it was just gently floating by without a trace of strength. It was so light that it seemed like nothing. If you didn't feel it seriously, you wouldn't even know it was a sword.
It has no power at all.
Just like the wind in spring, it blows through the tip of the nose, itching and very comfortable.
However, under this sword force, her swords were becoming dull, hesitant, and unwilling to be Shura.
Because she didn't know who this knife should be aimed at.
She struck out with the knife 31 times, but none of them hit, and it seemed as if the strike hit her. Her husband punched 17 times and struck out 23 palms, and seven of his dick's nails had already fallen.
The sword is still unfolding continuously.
Not a single slash hit the young man's body, and not even his clothes or hair were damaged.
As for the couple, their clothes were covered with fine cuts. These cuts were all sword marks. Moreover, Ben Leishou had thirteen cuts on his body. At first glance, it seemed that they were fine. But now the first cuts are already slowing down. Blood slowly overflowed.
This was because he had resisted every move of Wind Moving Thousand Bells.
There were three extremely deep wounds on the Shura Sword. They were not vital, but they had already begun to bleed profusely.
If it is not bandaged, I am afraid there will be sequelae.
But the two of them had no intention of stopping.
At this moment, both of them were in disbelief and had some doubts about themselves.
There are always some people who are born to attack others.
Just playing around will achieve higher results than others who have worked hard for decades.
The two of them are not young, but they are still in their 30s. They have been practicing for more than 20 years.
These 20 years have been more than 20 years of training in winter and summer training.
Even with the Shura Sword, the skin is no longer delicate. Although the fingers on both hands are long and slender, the tiger's mouth has been somewhat deformed, and the palms are also piles of new calluses and old calluses. It's just the facial features and the dashing and heroic temperament that make it look charming.
She, Shura Dao, had a total of seven scars on her body, one of which was from the lower abdomen to the chest. This knife almost killed her. She was lucky to be able to save her life. How could she care about the scars? .
Therefore, what is on this clothes is the world of pleasure and hatred, the children of the world of chivalry, righteousness and courage.
Underneath these clothes are scars, exhaustion, and even a painful second half of life.
That knife cut off the possibility of her having children again, meaning that she and her husband could no longer experience the joy of having children as a normal couple.
However, the man in front of them had a handsome figure and didn't even have any calluses for sword practice on his hands. However, this sword move forced the two of them to admit defeat.
They are not convinced. If they are convinced, what have they been doing for the past 20 years?
What is the purpose of studying hard every day and night? There were more and more scars on his body, and a few more sword marks were added to Ben Leishou's body. A large number of sword marks began to overflow with blood, and he seemed to have become a bloody man.
Shura Dao's face was pale, and the hand holding the knife was slightly trembling. In the past 20 years of holding the knife, his hand had never trembled. Today, she felt that the knife was a little unstable.
Yi Jue still looked calm. He was feeling the wind and the sword is the first of the Thirteen Qingfeng poses. This pose is not simple.
Yi Jue got the sword intention of Breeze and thought that this sword move would come easily. He even started to learn the ninth move of Wind Moving Thousand Bells. However, in continuous actual combat, Yi Jue discovered more wonderful uses of this sword move. Law.
This just led to him using this trick all the time.
The breeze came slowly, and Yi Jue kept paying attention to the breeze. The wisp of breeze that Yi Jue felt was just right integrated into it, which is what it is now.
However, slowly, Yi Jue discovered that his focus might be wrong. The focus of this style was the word "Xu".
Slowness is the essence of it. A movement is not as good as a stillness, and a speed is not as good as a slowness.
The wind that slows down is the real thing. It is endless and does not rush, and it suppresses people with its force.
But this kind of slowness is slowness that seems to be slow but is actually fast, rather than just slowness in movement.
The wind looks slow, but is actually extremely fast.
The breeze is coming.
Yi Jue fell into an epiphany.
What the couple found themselves in was a dead end.
But, after all, he has seven brothers.
After discovering that something was wrong, the seven brothers got into bed together without any ceremony.
This is Jianghu, there is not so much right and wrong, there is just a little bit of pleasure and grudges after confusing right and wrong.
With one against seven, if it had been before, Yi Jue would have been defeated directly.
After all, his current mana is not much.
However, he didn't use much magic power. He always relied on the power of his body's energy and blood and his sword intention to carry it.
Now, he was in an epiphany.
This epiphany was about swordsmanship, not supernatural powers, but an understanding of sword moves.
Qing Feng Xu Lai has many moves, 44 in one move.
Each move has three variations, and the combination is extremely complicated.
Yi Jue only took one look and memorized all the changes, but he was still not very skilled in using it. However, after this battle, this problem no longer existed.
The moves are deadly. A three-point tilt is equivalent to seppuku. A four-point tilt can cut off a person's arm. This is a subtle change. The enemy may be thin or fat, tall or short. If the sword moves remain unchanged, as long as It can be ridiculous.
However, several people clearly felt that Yi Jue's sword moves had changed, but this change was not simply a slight increase, but a change that was beyond recognition by them.
The previous move was extremely fast, too fast to react, but the next move was extremely slow, blocking the attack of the two.
However, he did not defend a single move. Instead, he kept beating the seven brothers back. The breeze came slowly, and the waves were calm. They kept moving back. They were obviously seven against one, but now they were against one. Seven, it feels like the seven players are losing ground.
But to say defeat is still far away.
The seven people just retreated, but they were not defeated.
It's just that this feeling is very strange. The sword move is obviously very slow, even seven people can keep up with it, and the force is not strong. Even if you don't know it, you are being beaten back step by step.
After all, with some swords, just by putting them there, you can only retreat. If you don't retreat, you will hit them. If you hit them, you will be disemboweled.
(End of this chapter)