Chapter 2955: Swordsman in white

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The moment when that voice sounded.

Yang Xu's pupils shrank suddenly and turned back suddenly:

He didn't even notice it, another breath approached.

He looked at the figure:

On the boulder in the distance, stood a tall, slender figure.

He was dressed in white, with long hair like snow, and his waist fell.

A white sword was hanging around his waist.

The face of the white-haired man was not pale, and looked pale.

A pair of eyes, there is a circle of dark eyeshadow, and the pupil is nothing but white, no focus.

"Is it blind?"

Yang Xu asked.

The man with white hair like snow smiled slightly, and a white coat hunted in the wind:

"Lord, bothered. The blindness of the eyes is the reason I practiced, but it has no effect on my strength."

The white-haired man turned his head slightly and locked Yang Xu's position precisely.

A pair of empty eyes looked at Yang Xudao:

"Your Excellency came to my country, why?"

In the hall.

The six strong men used the eyes of the moon to see the scene of the confrontation between the white-haired man and Yang Xu.

Their faces are all puzzled:

"Who is this white-haired man?"

"It seems that there is some strength, how do we never know?"

They looked at the white-haired man with no impression.

But the strange thing is.

I always feel that the gray-haired man has a familiar temperament.

Where did it come from?

Six strong men fall into thought.

Yang Xu's side.

Looking at the white-haired man, he could not help but smile slightly, saying:

"I have no purpose in coming to a stalemate. If I had to say one, I would probably just come here and take a look at the strength of the stalemate."

The white-haired man turned his head slightly:

"Then your Excellency is still satisfied with the strength of my stalemate?"

Yang Xu smiled, with a calm expression, slowly shook his head:

"Although I was a little surprised, there was no surprise."

"Oh? Is that less satisfying?"

The white-haired man said lightly, holding the sword in his left hand to the waist.

Yang Xu raised a brow:

"Left-handed sword? Rarely."

The white-haired man nodded and his voice came with a sword light:

"Your Excellency is not far away, you will naturally be satisfied with you. Take me a sword."

At the same time as he spoke, the sword light seemed to be fast and slow, already fluttering to Yang Xu.

In the hall.

The six stubborn tycoons saw this scene and could not help but whisper:

"Is this white hair sick? Who can hit with such a slow sword?"

"Huh, slow, why do I feel lightning fast?"

"How fast, this sword has no sense of strength in its lightness, I am afraid that it can't break the youth's defense!"

"Flicking? What a joke, this sword is clearly vigorous and violent like thunder, okay?"

...

The six gangsters opened their mouths.

Suddenly realized that their perception of the sword of the white-haired man was completely different.

The same sword, different people seem to have different feelings.

"Who the **** is this white-haired man? How come he has never heard of such a weird swordsmanship?"

If the zombie country had such sword repairs already.

Shouldn't it be an unknown person?

The six strong men looked at each other, and they all saw the doubt in their eyes.

Yang Xu's side.

Seeing that ray of sword light, it seemed to be slow and fast, and fast and slow, and beheaded towards itself with a strange rhythm.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and sighed:

"For so long, I finally encountered a decent sword repair."

"You are very good."

Along with Yang Xu's admiration, he stretched out his fingers at the beating sword light.

Just a flick.

Just listen to it.

That sword light was actually shattered by Yang Xu's two fingers.

The collapsing sword light, like a starlight, ejected into the Quartet.

Hitting the boulder, a thin mouth fell out directly.

This shows the power of this sword!

The white-haired man's brow twitched slightly, and a pair of pupils without focal length locked Yang Xu's direction:

"You really are a sword repairer."

Yang Xu shook his head:

"No, I can't count on sword repair, at least, it's not a dedicated sword repair."

Although he understands swordsmanship.

But not specializing in swords.

Yang Xu's varied cards and tricks are really too many.

"Even if you don't specialize in swords, it is much better than many sword repairs. You are qualified to fight me."

The white-haired man said, slowly pulling the sword out of his waist.

With a sword on his left, a trace of piety appeared on his face:

"I am a dull person with no talent for swordsmanship."

Yang Xu smiled and said:

"Really, doesn't it look like?"

The white-haired man smiled bitterly:

"If I tell you, I have been struggling to seek for 8,900 years in Kendo, can you believe it?"

"!"

Yang Xu's pupil shrank slightly.

Eight thousand nine hundred years?

This time is interesting. The zombie country fell asleep for nine thousand years. The white-haired man actually practiced swordsmanship for eight or nine hundred years. Did he not fall asleep?

In the hall.

The six stalwart powerhouses also exclaimed:

"Impossible! Nine thousand years ago, Wang and his generals made plans that all the people of the Dark Continent would fall asleep."

"No one can escape the baptism of the Eye of the Moon!"

at this time.

A discordant voice sounded:

"No! The baptism of the Eye of the Moon has a bloodline that can get rid of it without being affected."

This remark came out.

The other five people's faces suddenly changed:

"Is it..."

Brush brush.

They all looked at the center of the hall, the golden coffin that had been smashed into gold foil by the generals.

"Is it the blood of the king? Or is it that the white-haired man is the king?"

"The king... is not in the golden coffin, does that mean that the plan of the general's thief will not be realized?"

this moment.

The six strong men all felt excited.

In the light curtain, Yang Xu's battle with the white-haired man, but without warning, kicked off the prologue.

Seeing the sky full of sword light, sword spirit overflowed.

Rolling Jianmang rushed to the sky, the ground was cut vertically and horizontally, and a crack was cut open.

The white-haired man, who stepped on the void, like the snow-white hair dancing with the wind, without the focal length of the eye, seems to penetrate the void, locking Yang Xu's body firmly.

Yang Xu was surrounded by thunder, and nine dazzling divine swords, like nine giant pillars, stood behind him.

He was like a fighting god, his eyes flickered, and the Nine Dao Swords suddenly shook.

Jianguang roared, and the edge was like electricity, tearing the void, and immediately beheaded to the white man.

The man in white brandished his sword.

One word at a time, across the void.

The sword qi that cut Yang Xu, all shattered.

"Good swordsmanship."

Yang Xu's eyes lit up, and the man in white was extremely delicate in grasping the angle of the sword and the timing.

It doesn't matter if it's a bit slow or a point fast.

Can not achieve the effect of the white man's sword.

If one word is used to describe the swordsmanship of a white man, it is:

Accurate!