Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

　　 Luojiang Academy.

　　 It is late at night, and the bright moon is like a silver plate, hanging high.

　　 Teaching and Learning Building.

　　Wen Ting is wearing a cloth shirt, standing on the roof, blowing the breeze, blowing the clothes fluttering.

　　 He is holding a sword with the handle tied with coarse cloth in front of him. The sword is hidden in the leather armor scabbard, and the sword intent is restrained.

　　 He has a shaggy beard and his eyes are deep, looking at a deep alley in Luojiang City.

　　 Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and the crouched old man appeared beside Wen Ting. The old man had white hair and white hair with a gentle smile on his face, kind and kind.

　　 "The Dean."

　　 Wen Ting said hello.

　　 "Do you recommend Fang Lang to the old ghost's shop to buy swords?"

　　 Dean Cui smiled.

　　 "You are not afraid that the moody old ghost will kill Fang Lang?"

　　 Wen Ting picked up the sword and held it in his arms. The hilt of the sword pointed obliquely at the upper moon disk of Tianhe, and the corner of his mouth was slightly raised: "Fang Lang can't die, there is a lotus sword, that old ghost is reluctant to do it."

　　 "Hey, that old ghost is like me..."

　　 Dean Cui narrowed his eyes: "That old ghost is a ruthless man wanted by the Ministry of War. Are you wanted too?"

　　 Wen Ting breathed out a stale air and said, "Dean, this joke is not funny."

　　 "The old ghost's sword-making level is ranked in the top ten in the Tang Dynasty. In his shop, Fang Lang can find a sword worthy of Liansheng. Otherwise, Fang Lang's double sword skills will definitely not be satisfactory."

　　 Wen Ting said: "I did it for his good."

　　 Dean Cui tilted his head and glanced at Wen Ting: "Are you sure it wasn't because of sending Fang Lang to let the old ghost take a look at Liansheng, which counts as paying back the sword money owed on your credit?"

　　 Wen Ting's mouth twitched.

　　 Holding the sword, looking at the bright moon, the vicissitudes of life are profound.

　　 "Dean, I can't talk this day."

　　……

　　……

　　嘭!

　　The wooden door exploded, and the sawdust was flying!

　　 Fang Lang's heels leaned on the threshold, his body fell backwards, the knife swept across the arc, and suddenly a knife aura spread out, spreading several feet, blowing away the dust on the ground!

　　 Fang Lang kicked off with a sword step, and slammed into the honest boy with sword energy!

The young man slapped the back of the sword sharply, splitting Fang Lang's sword step and sword energy, and then a majestic qi and blood bulged from the blade, as if the storm was rolling, and the angry dragon raised its head and roared like a sword. A thunder from behind the cloud, upside down and chopped down!

　　 Fang Lang's hair stands upright!

　　 Sword step was performed again, and he wanted to open his position.

　　 The young man only used the cultivation base of the nine-dan warrior, but he gave Fang Lang a suffocation and depression!

　　 So strong!

　　 deserves to be a martial arts genius in Chang'an Academy!

　　嘭!

　　 Fang Lang's body turned, the green shirt flew up, and the knife that had been chopped off was slashed against the threshold by the slightest!

　　 Fang Lang's legs were raised high, curled up, and pressed hard against the boy!

　　 The lotus sword reached the ground, and the sword body was bent, bursting out power.

　　 This is the sword move Liu Bubai used to play, Fang Lang learned it secretly!

　　 Seeing this, the honest young man grinned, "Sword Xiu fought hand-to-hand with Wufu...You are not wise enough."

　　 The young man turned his claws into his palms, but he didn't evade, he abruptly took on Fang Lang's downside-down leg, and his five fingers gripped Fang Lang's leg like a hook.

　　 slammed up, and the black long knife in his hand slashed out from bottom to top. If Fang Lang couldn't escape, he might be split in half with a single knife!

　　 However, Fang Lang opened his mouth and smiled.

　　 After using the bodybuilding card, Fang Lang's body is not weak!

　　 mobilized the blood surging throughout his body, Fang Lang's legs suddenly burst out of strength, just like the horrible tide of the slap of a rushing river!

　　 The boy was taken aback for a moment, the next moment a different color flashed in his eyes!

　　 Fang Lang's leg fell heavily, pressing the palm of the young man's leg, and hitting the young man's shoulder.

　　 The young man bent his knees slightly, the smoke and wood chips within a few feet of his feet seemed to be still for a moment, and many wood chips and dust seemed to be stuck in the air.

　　 After a quiet and then a quiet, the world is suddenly disturbed!

　　咚!

　　 Fang Lang kicked like a frog, kicking **** the boy's chest.

　　 kicked the boy back a step, the smoke exploded, and flowed straight back along the invisible arc.

　　 And Fang Lang pierced Liansheng, collided with the sword that the boy wielded, knocking out sparks.

　　 Afterwards, Fang Lang's body floated and landed on the spot, unleashing a virtual sword step, pulling away the distance vaguely.

　　 Fang Lang's complexion is solemn, and the lotus sword is like a sword drawn, gathering the sword power!

　　 Time seemed to be still, and the dust and sawdust in front of them floated up and down under the frosty moon of the night.

　　 Blacksmith shop corner.

　　 The old man held tea and watched the confrontation between the juniors calmly.

　　 Fang Lang and the honest young man made extremely thrilling moves, as if they were laying on a smooth, crisscross chessboard.

　　 Heizi and Baizi, everything makes the peaceful chessboard ripples of restlessness.

　　……

　　……

　　 "There is something, your sword is much more durable than Lu Ze's."

　　 "A swordsman has martial arts as a minor."

　　 Juvenile Road.

　　 Fang Lang also felt the strength of the simple and honest boy. The aura on the opponent's body was gradually changing, and he no longer tried, like a fierce tiger that was lying on his back, gradually getting up, showing a hunting posture!

　　 "Switch the bond state."

　　 Switched to the state of old ginger's fetters, Fang Lang's eyes were like sparks of insight into everything in the dark night, his aura was rising steadily, he was actually not a weak and honest boy.

　　 The honest young man felt it, the corners of his mouth opened wider and his body trembled slightly.

　　 My body is warming up, I feel it!

　　 Fang Lang raised his hand slightly, "Old sir, borrow a sword."

　　The words fell, and the old man's finger was a little far away, and a fine steel sword shot at Fang Lang.

　　 Fang Lang held it, holding the sword in both hands, his figure disappeared instantly, and the spiritual sword was illusory!

　　 And that honest boy tilted his head slightly.

　　 "Crack!"

　　 The spine is like a dragon, and the quiet night is cracked!

　　 The next moment, the boy's body was squirming and swelling, his distinct muscle lines were shining under the moonlight, his body was raised high, and his blood was surging!

　　 The ink-colored long knife swung out, slashing to his side!

when--

　　 piercing sound!

　　 Fang Lang only felt the terrifying force, which almost broke his jaws. If he hadn't been forged, he might have been scrapped with this knife!

　　What an overbearing power!

　　 What devil's strength is this? !

　　 Fang Lang's body landed, his toes hit the ground continuously, he leaped up again with strength, and his two swords were thrown out, spinning and cutting continuously!

　　 Swordsman specialization, double sword flow!

　　 Fang Lang’s sword was so fast that he couldn’t see the shadow. It fell to the ground and bullied his body. The two swords stabled out quickly. In the darkness, only afterimages were left!

　　 The honest young man held a knife to resist, his speed was a bit different from the upper waves, and sparks were flying everywhere.

　　 greeted dozens of sword queens continuously.

　　 The young boy’s eyes were sharp, and he slashed it out, just like pulling a mountain!

　　 The air was split apart, and the horrible strength and blaze of the sword gave out a horror like a landslide and a tsunami!

　　 Fang Lang crossed his sword with both hands to resist a knife.

　　 With a crisp sound, Fang Lang was almost smashed into the ground. The brute force was too terrifying!

　　 In the next instant, the young man approached again, but he didn't shoot his sword again. He slammed Fang Lang on his head with a fist, causing all the dust around him to flow backwards, sailing against the current, gathering on his fists!

　　嘭! ! !

　　 The bricks and stones on the ground are sunken and cracked, sinking deep!

　　 Fang Lang took advantage of the spirit and virtual sword to dodge under the pressure of the boy's fists, and the boy pulled his fist, the broken bricks and stones on the ground were lifted up and shot Fang Lang like a cannonball!

　　 Fanglang's double swords swung like a waterfall!

　　 cut away all the rubble, bursting into endless dust in front of him, as if cutting open a piece of light in the dark!

　　 So strong!

　　 Fang Lang's eyes also showed excitement, does this person also participate in the scientific examination?

　　 deserves to be a Datang scientific research, not to be underestimated.

　　The arrogances of the world have gathered, and it is terrible to come any one!

　　 It's like an advance preview of a scientific expedition!

　　 Swordsman's highest level, the confrontation between sword and martial arts!

　　 Both of them hit real fire!

　　 The honest boy did not chase Fang Lang.

　　 Instead, he held a knife in both hands, his eyes were nailed tightly, and the ink-colored long knife in his hand was suddenly plunged into the ground by the young man!

　　 "Secret Skill·Far Wrath!"

　　 The blood bursts out of the young boy, like a blazing bonfire in the dark night!

　　The black knife turns!

　　 bang bang bang!

　　 Fang Lang felt the earth turmoil suddenly, the next moment, the bricks and stones on the ground exploded like a spider web, and smoke and dust rose upside down, stirring endlessly.

　　 A strong sense of crisis is approaching!

　　 But I saw that in the bursting ground air wave, the youth turned into a black shadow, and the speed was extremely fast.

　　 Fang Lang can only protect his body with two swords, the boy’s attacks come from all directions, as if there are shadows in all directions!

　　 is like a radius of a square meter, it is a youth field!

　　 Fang Lang gritted his teeth, all the spiritual energy poured into Liansheng.

　　 Facing the black shadow coming.

　　 is also a sword handed out!

　　 Numerous sword qi breeds, gathering on Fang Lang’s sword, there is a faint shadow of a lotus bud, which envelops the punch of the shadow ~ www.ltnovel.com~ Secret Skill vs. Secret Skill!

　　 A lotus in heaven and earth.

　　 Sword lotus, open!

　　 Boom!

　　 There was blood splattering, and the honest young man blocked the sword lotus with a black sword. He carried the sword lotus sword energy on his fist and continued to smash it down, instantly full of wounds cut by the sword energy, and the blood shot!

　　 Fang Lang smashed the fine steel sword in his left hand and collided with the boy's fist. The iron sword burst into pieces.

　　 However.

　　 The smoke and dust suddenly dispersed like a gust of wind.

　　 Fang Lang's cheeks emerged from the flying dust, close to the face of the boy.

　　 The boy squinted and Fang Lang smiled.

　　 And Fang Lang loosened the hilt of the stainless steel sword, his thumb touched the **** and pointed at the young man's head.

　　 Snap your fingers, Jianbo!

　　While the young boy's old force is replaced with a new one, he punches again!

　　 Jianbo collided with his fist, his aura burst, the boy's fist was smashed open, and the smoke and dust all over his body poured down like a waterfall!

　　 Under the smoke and dust.

　　 Fang Lang's eyes were gleaming, his teeth clenched, and there was a thunder when the bones collided like a cloud, and then he pinched the fingerprints of his fingers. There was blood halo scattered between his fingers.

　　 But...

　　 Jianbo, two consecutive shots!

　　 If you don’t win with one finger flick, then...two fingers!

　　嘭!

　　 was torn apart by the dust, the burly young figure with his head tilted back, blood under the shower arc under the moonlight, his figure flew upside down, and slid more than seven feet out of the ground.

　　……

　　……

　　 Long Street, the blacksmith shop once again restored tranquility.

At the corner of 　　 shop, the old man half-opened his eyes, slightly startled.

　　 holds a tea cup in his hand, subconsciously rubs the rim of the cup with the lid, and takes a sip.

　　 A cup of Chinese tea, unconsciously, has gradually cooled down.

　　PS: The chapter is nearly three thousand words, short? Old Li is not short at all! Ask for a fresh recommendation ticket~