There was a boy outside the door. The boy stood upright with his sword eyebrows and his eyes were sharp. He stood there like a sword. His sword was not unsheathed, but countless sword energy had flowed around him.

This is a kind of atmosphere, just like some people will rain down from the sky when they are born, and then if this person practices water magic, he will naturally achieve twice the result with half the effort. The young man in front of him is destined to go further on the road of swords.

Tang Qian didn't want to fight this boy at all.

The boy would not choose to fight or not to fight Tang Qian.

The boy's voice was cold, like his man: "You use a sword?"

He didn't ask if Tang Qian had seen Hua Suwen, when had he met Hua Suwen, what did he do after seeing Hua Suwen, and directly asked Tang Qian's sword.

Tang Qian seemed to not want to follow the words of the boy, and Tang Qian said, "I stayed with that girl Su Wen all day."

The young man crossed the sword around his waist, and had already grasped the hilt of the sword with one hand. His right hand was now bulging with blue veins.

Although Tang Qian didn't know how this young man had a sword, his mind was a little average. Although in the eyes of others, the young man's mind might be as sharp as a sword that had been unsheathed, Tang Qian always felt that such people were always a little short of using swords.

So Tang Qian continued, "But I did nothing."

The boy's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was staring at his prey.

Tang Qian now looks like he has never told a lie in his life, and said in a singular way: "I just stared at her for a whole day and did nothing."

If a man says that he and Hua Suwen have not done anything all day, this must be a lie. Whether the boy likes Hua Suwen or not, he will definitely think so, but he doesn't know that Tang Qian is telling the truth.

So the boy had no choice but to draw his sword.

His sword was not pulled out, but it was already standing in front of him. His hands were very stable. Although he was angry, the sword in his hand would not tremble because of this.

It is as if it is not moving as a mountain, it is like thunder.

He asked coldly, "You use a sword?"

If you use a sword, I will kill you with a sword. If you don’t use a sword, I will not kill you with a sword.

This young man looks too much like a swordsman. I heard that he is also very capable of a swordsman. If he practices for dozens or hundreds of years, he might still be a sword immortal.

Hua Suwen's request was the first to complete.

Tang Qian sighed, so he took out his sword.

The young man's sword eyebrows stood up: "Is this a sword?"

Tang Qian also stood up with his eyebrows: "Why isn't this a sword? I said how many swords have you seen at such a young age? This sword is so big!" Tang Qian seemed to suddenly become a senior who had walked a long way on the road of cultivation, and taught him a lesson very seriously: "What about swords, the appearance is one aspect, and more importantly, how much this sword can withstand, and how many people who use the sword can give this sword."

Tang Qian said: "The last thing is what level of this sword is, whether there are magical magic attached to it, and is this magical magic consistent with the master's cultivation and sword technique? Can the sword technique match the level of the sword technique?"

The sword is very complicated, at least what Tang Qian said is very repetitive, but it can be very simple.

For example, the boy really didn't want to continue listening, so he had to draw his sword.

This sword is like a pool of autumn water. When the sword comes out, late autumn has arrived. Tang Qian raised his eyebrows. When this sword arrives, he may become a chilling cicada after autumn and his vitality will be cut off.

A good sword is also a good sword technique!

Tang Qian couldn't help but shouted for the young man in his heart. His sword skills and swords were excellent, but he was still a little anxious when he came out. This Qiushui sword is a very famous sword, not only one in the world, but the entire four worlds will not exceed five.

Such a famous sword plus the effect of the hidden sword scabbard should have been faster and more powerful. However, although this young man has achieved his sword technique, he still has a little bit of mastery of his Qiushui sword. He has no way to hand over his sword at the moment when the hidden sword scabbard is exerted.

The power of this hidden sword scabbard has dropped by 50%, because the power of the hidden sword nurtured when the Qiushui sword arrived has dissipated a lot.

Tang Qian's sword came first, but a broken iron-breaking sword had already stopped on the path that the young man Qiushui sword must pass, which surprised the young man's face, but in a flash it was replaced by ruthlessness - even if Tang Qian's sword blocked in front of his sword, what if the Qiushui sword was famous for its sharpness, but it was just a simple thing to cut off Tang Qian's sword.

Tang Qian's sword is not even the standard flying sword of a monk.

After all, although many monks do not have a handy famous sword in their hands, they still buy some flying swords that are equivalent to common magic weapons.

Mars flew everywhere, and it was obviously a broken sword, but it actually blocked Qiu Shui.

Tang Qian smiled and said, "Just that's the case, you can't finish your words."

If you can't kill Tang Qian, no matter how many people the young man Su Ze killed before or how many people he later did, it was not considered to have completed his own words. Sometimes, monks value face and are more important than life.

So the boy's face turned red. He let go of Qiushui Sword with his right hand, pressed Tang Qian's hand close to his body, and then stretched out his index finger with his left hand. This is called a sword finger, which is a common method to command flying swords. Qiushui Sword is faster than when he was held in his hand just now, and the speed and angle of the sword are also tricky. Tang Qian didn't even use a sword this time, and he didn't struggle. When Su Ze held the sword, he just held it down. He just turned his head slightly, and his steps under his feet changed, and he actually avoided all the flying sword methods that the boy confidently killed people a hundred steps away, just as if he had already known how the boy would draw his sword.

Tang Qian did not know Su Ze, nor did he know Su Ze's master, nor did he secretly understand or saw Su Ze's sword technique, but he could actually see through Su Ze's sword. There was only one possibility, and Su Ze also thought of this only possibility.

Tang Qian's swordsmanship is too high, and he has gone too far. Su Ze's swordsmanship and changes are already clear. When he has seen too many swords, no matter what sword he sees, it is just a sword.

For example, this Qiushui sword technique that Su Ze himself has a lot of experience emphasizes speed, accuracy and ruthlessness. Then, in conjunction with the characteristics of Qiushui sword's life-striking, as long as you hit a sword, each sword will press on the key points, that is, as long as you have a little advantage, it will be infinitely magnified by Su Ze.

But Tang Qian would not even give Su Ze this little advantage. Su Ze had already released nearly a hundred swords in an instant. Tang Qian reminded: "Otherwise, you pretend you have never been here, and then we pretend that no one has seen anyone you have ever seen. I can't care who you originally intended to kill. You can keep me first, and then wait until one day your swordsmanship is far enough and your swordsmanship is high enough, come to me again..."

This sentence was a good thing, but it made the boy's face turn redder.

But Tang Qian hurriedly said, "Don't think I'm irritating you. All I say is heartfelt. Think about it, you live in the He family, and I live in the He family. Just pretend you don't know I'm here. After all, I can stay in my own place. Don't fight with my secret technique with stomping your feet. Although I'm not old, I'm not young anymore and can't afford to toss."

But the more Tang Qian said, the redder the boy's face became, and the more he seemed to be trying his best.

The sword light was faster, and even his sword technique could no longer take into account the self that was shrouded in the sword energy. Su Ze's own clothes were cut by the sharp sword energy. Such a fighting method was just to fight desperately. Even if he was not careful in one move, he would be unable to say whether he hurt the enemy or how much he hurt himself. Such a sword technique was not considered clever.

If it weren't for the real face of Tang Qian, Su Ze wouldn't have known that a person could still avoid such a fast sword when he was so close.

But he was facing Tang Qian.

From a distance, Tang Qian and Su Ze were both shrouded by sword light. With such a fast sword, Su Ze is worthy of being a rising star in the swordsmanship. And he can definitely be no matter how fast he is, but no matter how fast he is, the Qiu Shui Sword might have a sword from Su Ze's chest.

Tang Qian felt helpless and stretched out another hand that was not caught by Su Ze, and then it was like a broken sword stopping on Su Ze's sword's road, just like the same, his hand blocked in front of Qiu Shui.

A pool of autumn water naturally cannot be as simple as a beautiful sword light.

However, Tang Qian's palm was stretched forward, and there was a distance between his big finger and four fingers. He actually caught Qiu Shui Sword. Qiu Shui Sword was not injured even his palm, but was already pinched by the pinched big finger and middle finger ring finger. Tang Qian's other hand moved lightly, Su Ze was stunned, and the strength in his hand slowed down. Tang Qian's other hand easily held the sword and placed it on Su Ze's shoulder.

Just now, Su Ze's swordsmanship was shining, and even from a distance he was suppressing Tang Qian to fight, but in an instant the form had turned backwards, or the battle had ended.

Tang Qian did not need to share life and death with Su Ze. Su Ze himself always wanted to share life and death.

Su Ze seemed a little lost because he never thought he would lose like this.

Tang Qian's understanding of swords seems to be far beyond his imagination.

Tang Qian was very happy: "Young man, you are very awesome, but you can't keep winning in the future. You haven't lost much before. You don't know how to use other means when you are about to lose. Swords are fast, and faster is also a good thing. But sometimes the gap between you and others cannot be solved by using swords to speed."

Although Tang Qian was talking about Su Ze, he was thinking about those people who were Zhang Kaitong at this time. If the gap was not memorable, the fast sword that was still in the truth would be meaningless.

Tang Qian looked at the devastated young man in front of him and thought to himself that if he was not the target of the boy's time to be killed, if the boy directly chose to find Liu and Li, he might have ruined his life because he liked Hua Suwen.

There are still five days left for the flower evaluation list, and this kind of thing will not be missing. Tang Qian can't stop it. It will rain and die for the sake of the person he loves. This is a very common thing.

But just like Su Mei said, if there are some things that can be less than once, then there will be less.
Chapter completed!