Chapter 166 Who else (fourth update)
Xue Ling watched Sheng Junqian rush over.
Xue Ling watched Sheng Jun Qianfei come back.
Xue Ling also saw Sheng Junqian vomiting blood.
Xue Ling was frightened after seeing this.
Sheng Junqian is at the bottom of the Jianghu rankings, so it is understandable that he cannot beat Heiwu. Heiwu himself is underestimated.
It's understandable that he can't defeat a Golden Bee assassin.
But what the hell is it when someone is kicked away when they meet him?
What level of master is the opponent!
"Don't be afraid of him!" Sheng Junqian knelt on the ground and vomited blood with a knife, but he raised his head and shouted loudly: "My injuries are mainly from the fight with that black boy during the day. He is not that powerful." Before he finished speaking, Shang Jiuge was
already Draw your sword forward.
In fact, Shang Jiuge usually likes to be the last to come first when dealing with others, waiting for work in leisure.
But at this time, there was no room for Shang Jiuge to hesitate. Her wrist shook slightly, and the Rolex on her wrist was already holding its edge.
Although this sword is relatively more suitable for winning by surprise, it is only limited to winning by surprise. In frontal combat, it is actually not as good as the Fei Ye Sword that Shang Jiuge originally liked to use.
However, no matter how useless Rolex is, it is still a sword.
Moreover, Shang Jiuge can use all the swords in the world.
Shang Jiuge stepped forward, and a cold light came out of her wrist and went straight to Yan Han's throat.
Yan Han looked at that moment of sword light and felt all the hairs on his body stand up.
He laughed loudly and raised his foot to kick Shang Jiuge's sword edge without any fear.
Shang Jiuge's expression remained unchanged, even concentrating.
This Yan Han is the strongest opponent Shang Jiuge has encountered since he came down from the mountain, except for Hei Wu.
After all, no matter how strong He Ping and Fang Bie were, they had never really fought against Shang Jiuge.
Her whole body and mind turned into a sword, and it went straight away. All Yan Han's moves were expected in her heart.
Seeing Yan Han's tiptoe hit Shang Jiuge's sword edge, Shang Jiuge's face was expressionless. Di shook his wrist slightly, and his sword moves instantly changed. The soft sword in his hand that was originally like a rainbow instantly turned into a silver snake, wrapping Yan Han's entire thigh.
In just one moment, Shang Jiuge could cut off Yan Han's entire thigh.
Unless Yan Han is like Hei Wu, his whole body has been trained to be impeccable.
Her feint was aimed at Yan Han's throat, but with all Yan Han's movements, Shang Jiuge changed her moves accordingly. As the saying goes, there is a way to win without a move. This is Shang Jiuge's swordsmanship. Every sword move of hers is It changes according to the opponent's reaction, and the whole person is the most accurate calculation machine.
When masters compete with each other, victory or defeat can happen in a split second. Seeing Shang Jiuge succeed with his sword move, Yan Han felt that his whole body was cold and his defeat was certain.
The sound of a piano suddenly sounded in the night sky across Chang'an.
The sound of the piano contained unimaginable vibrating energy, which aroused people's emotions. Shang Jiuge was originally focused on it, but when she heard the sound of the piano, her sword moves instantly became a little confused.
This trace of confusion is her flaw.
Yan Han seized this fleeting opportunity and instantly retracted his legs. At the moment when the sword edges surrounded by silver snakes closed together, he stepped back a foot and was out of Shang Jiuge's attack range. Then the silver snake instantly They closed them ferociously, and then put them all into Shang Jiuge's wrist.
Yan Han stood there, shocked, with big beads of sweat on his head.
In fact, he didn't make much of it, but he never expected that Shang Jiuge's sword moves were as dangerous as an antelope's horns, completely nowhere to be found.
The transformation of the sword move from reality to reality is in that instant.
If you think it's a feint, it's a real move. If you think it's a real move, it's a feint.
The so-called most rogue double-headed enemy is Shang Jiuge's sword.
"Your Excellency is indeed worthy of being Shang Jiuge." Yan Han sighed: "Lin Xue, have you thought about it?"
He suddenly mentioned Xue Ling again.
In fact, during the electric and flint battle just now, Xue Ling had been concentrating all the time. Her Vajra Indestructible Magic was actually half-assed. In a real fight, not to mention Shang Jiuge, even Sheng Junqian was no match for her.
But who dares to despise her? In such a moment of indestructibility, even Heiwu has hit the aisle.
"They have already made a choice for me." Xue Ling lowered her head and said coldly.
Yan Han narrowed his eyes dangerously: "If this is the case, then this place tonight will be your burial place."
Saying this, Yan Han suddenly volleyed his foot in the air, swept out a whip leg, and headed towards Shang Jiuge. As he left, Shang Jiuge stood still, coldly drew out his sword, and chopped off the leg wind with one strike.
"Do you really think this three-legged cat can deal with me?" Shang Jiuge said quietly.
"You can't beat me." The girl then said.
Shang Jiuge's slaps in the face are always straightforward and he doesn't flirt with you at all.
"It wasn't the sound of the piano just now. You are already dead."
Yan Han smiled coldly and said, "Miss Shang, you don't think that the sound of the piano was just accidental."
With that said, Yan Han turned to Shang Jiu coldly. Ge kicked out from far away - no matter how hard his fists and kicks were, no matter how strong his strength was, no matter how deep his skills were, Shang Jiuge's ghostly sword just now had almost scared Yan Han out of his wits.
So he no longer dared to fight Shang Jiuge in close combat, because masters competed for life and death. He came with the intention of killing Shang Jiuge, but he never planned to use his hands or feet or anything like that. For the price, Shang Jiuge is sent on his way.
Yan Han's martial arts seems to be all about fists and feet, with great precision and power. It can even be said that one kick can kick away the waiting Sheng Junqian. But if Shang Jiuge only talks about internal strength, he is probably far inferior to Sheng Junqian. After all, She was born with an illness, and practicing martial arts was a greater hardship for her than ordinary people. Although Shang Jiuge can now achieve her internal strength without holding her back, if it doesn't hold her back, she will not be able to win with her internal strength.
If Shang Jiuge and Yan Han had a head-to-head confrontation, they would most likely be beaten to the point of vomiting blood with just one move.
But how could Shang Jiuge confront Yan Han head-on? As long as Yan Han dared to enter Shang Jiuge's territory, Shang Jiuge would be sure to make it impossible for Yan Han to come back.
Of course - provided there is no weird and scary piano sound.
The second leg wind came as promised, as sharp as a whip, or in other words, it was an invisible air whip. Shang Jiuge swung his sword as usual, trying to chop the air whip into pieces, but at this moment, the strange The sound of the piano sounded again.
The sound of the piano was not coherent, it was just the clanging strings playing rapidly, and the sound waves rippled throughout the empty night sky, which also instantly disrupted the flow of Qi in Shang Jiuge's body.
For Shang Jiuge, who has become accustomed to the use of zhenqi, the moment of stagnation of zhenqi was more uncomfortable than the network delay.
So Shang Jiuge's sword was a moment slower.
As far as fighting is concerned, a moment is the key to victory or defeat.
She got a leg wind and passed through Shang Jiuge's sword, and then hit Shang Jiuge's chest. The girl was kicked away, and then Xue Ling flew over and hugged her from behind.
Yanhan still smiled unhurriedly.
Look in front of you.
"Who else?"
PS: The battle is difficult to write. I don't know if I can write the fifth update before twelve o'clock.
Meow.
I have recently become swollen. I no longer want the medal with eight thousand updates per day. I want the medal with ten thousand updates per day.
(End of chapter)