"Yo ho ho... You seem very strong. I don''t know why. Facing you, my body surges up with a feeling I''ve never felt before, like confronting a huge creature again!"
The dragon horse held the knife handle in his right hand, drew the knife slowly, and then said, "an incredible inexplicable excitement flows in his body, as if he wanted to dance!"
"Unfortunately, you are just a zombie. You really want to fight with you!"
The transparent fruit has been swallowed up. Zhang Han also draws his knife in his hand, and a faint domineering spirit wraps around it. The dark red blade is filled with purple and black fog, and the momentum is soaring.
The dragon horse no longer spoke, waved the autumn water, stepped on wooden clogs, flew from the opposite roof, and cut Zhang Han''s neck with a knife.
Ding!
Zhang Han put his knife in front of him and blocked the other party''s chop.
Suddenly, a fierce look appeared in his eyes and his body sank. He saw dozens of cracks spread on the wall under his feet. Unexpectedly, all of them were traces of invisible sword Qi!
Boom!
The two men withdrew at the same time. The bricks and stones on the wall cracked and turned into countless large or small stones. They collapsed and scattered, shaking bursts of smoke and dust.
Although Brooke''s shadow strength is not high and drags the dragon horse, there is still a faint sword on his body. It can be imagined that the strength of Longma was definitely the level of top swordsmen and even big swordsmen!
"Chenqu, stab!"
The dragon and horse stepped on the broken wall, his body flashed, and the man and sword were one, stabbing straight like streamer.
Facing the swift stab, Zhang Han did not dodge and waved his soul chopping knife to meet him.
Ding!
One is red and the other is black. The tips of the two swords collided with each other, and suddenly burst out. They entangled and collided with each other and exploded in all directions. Half of the building at the foot was neatly turned into dozens of scattered swords and collapsed.
The two men''s Duel ended in a draw.
"Yo ho ho... You can withstand the two attacks of the black knife in autumn. Your knife is very good! Is it one of the twenty-one workers of the big fast knife?" Longma stopped to inquire instead of attacking.
It seems that he is very interested in the soul chopping knife in Zhang Han''s hand.
"No!"
Zhang Han shook his head and said faintly, "this is a very special knife. It doesn''t belong to any of the big fast knives and the supreme fast knives."
In his heart, no matter how sharp the visible and qualitative knife is, it is only forged with metal. How can it be compared with the soul chopping knife condensed with soul?
There is no comparability between the two.
"Yes!"
Did not get the desired answer, Longma did not have any expression, flew up again, stood up and stabbed, "revolutionary dance, sudden attack!"
Zhang Han shook his head and sighed.
The autumn water of the black Sabre is much heavier than ordinary sabres. Only by using this kind of sabre can we play a stronger power in chopping. From this point alone, we can see that Longma was almost like Zhang Han before he died. He should take the route of breaking Qiao with strength.
However, Brooke''s knife is a slender knife, which is usually held in his hand like a crutch. His martial arts are more inclined to stab and take the light and flexible route, which is very different from Longma''s swordsmanship.
The light stabbing attack has a heavy momentum. It feels uncoordinated. You can imagine how powerful it can be!
No wonder in the original book, Sauron defeated him with only two knives. He was definitely dragged down by Brooke''s shadow!
Zhang Han stepped heavily on the ground, quiet as a virgin and moving as a rabbit! He rushed up against the stabbing blade.
In an instant, their figures crossed.
Two faint sword shadows still appeared in the air, one straight into the distant building, one half round, and half of the sleeve appeared at the end, falling slowly.
"Blocked?!"
Although he cut off a section of Longma''s sleeve, Zhang Han was still surprised and stunned.
Although he hasn''t studied Kendo seriously, most of the moves he knows are copied skills of soul chopping knife. And without using spiritual pressure and true yuan, only physical strength and armed color.
However, with their own strength, the power of waving and cutting is not small. Unexpectedly, they are blocked by half hanging zombies!
Obviously, the physical strength is not as good as yourself, and the body is still the shadow of others. According to the truth, it is impossible to block your own chop.
However, the other party clearly blocked it!
This strange feeling entangled Zhang Han, standing in place, frowning and thinking hard.
What went wrong?
"Is this... Sword meaning?"
Recalling the moment when the white horse crossed the gap just now, Zhang Han suddenly woke up and finally noticed the difference. He also suddenly reacted to what he had been ignoring - Sword meaning!
Does Zhang Han have a sword idea?
Of course!
Not only there, but also very strong!
However, he has never seriously thought about this abstract thing. When fighting, he just instinctively used it. I never thought of condensing my sword idea into one and releasing it together with chopping.
I don''t know if Yueya Tianchong uses too much. His own Kendo tends to break dexterity with force and believes in absolute speed and absolute power.
As long as the speed is fast enough that the enemy can''t touch himself, as long as the strength is strong enough that the enemy can''t stop it, everything will become easy!
However, the scene just now shook his cognition.
Obviously, the power is not strong, but it can block its own cutting attack. Is the function of sword intention really so powerful?
So, where is my sword hidden? How to use it?
Zhang Han turned his back to Longma, bowed his head, fell into meditation and said nothing.
On the other hand, Longma seems to be aware of his abnormality, but sticks to the warrior spirit and doesn''t take the opportunity to sneak attack.
"Hahaha..."
After a long time, Zhang Han suddenly looked up and laughed. It exploded violently over the lonely manor and swung away from him. The laughter was desolate, with a little emotion and heroic, as if even the heavy fog overhead had been dispelled by the laughter.
When the laughter fell, Zhang Han''s momentum erupted like a scabbard sword into the sky. Hurricanes suddenly blew around and whirled into the sky.
"You are stronger!"
Longma stared at Zhang Han deeply, his tone was inexplicable, with some slight appreciation.
The laughter stopped. Zhang Han suddenly turned around and wrapped his domineering spirit around the blade. The thick purple smoke swirled and rolled endlessly.
"Just figured something out!"
The wavering at that moment just now inspired the inner obsession. Since we chose to take the road of absolute speed and power, it is necessary to go all the way!
As for the result, is it important?
A moment''s Epiphany made him only feel his mind was open, and the dust swept away, as if even his body had become a little lighter. The original scattered sword intention gradually gathered, and the momentum climbed higher and higher. It was domineering and threatened the whole manor.