The original gentleness and gentleness now have a terrifying coldness and sharpness, just like the sword that was unsheathed in his hand.

Taking a light breath, Zhang Yueqiu said in a silence to the old man who was still smiling, "Senior, then please give me some advice."

I saw that although the other party was old, he had enough energy and was also a little vigorous in fighting.

The old man drew out his long sword in one fell swoop, and made a random gesture, saying to Zhang Yueqiu, "Take all your strength and let me see your level."

Perhaps he was angry because of the other party's words, Zhang Yueqiu made a fatal ruthless move, and a ray of cold light went straight to the other party's door. He learned practical sword skills, but it was not the kind of technical sword dance that was the General Administration of Sports of China. It was judged by movements.

Seeing that the sword light had arrived in front of him, the old man was not panicked at all, just shouted "Good come."

The sword was lifted and directly hit the point that was least stressful on Zhang Yueqiu's sword, which was exactly the least.

This was an extremely simple blow, and while opening Zhang Yueqiu's sword, the long sword bounced with the momentum, a little cold star rushed straight towards Zhang Yueqiu's heart.

The sword was clicked, and even Zhang Yueqiu was expecting it. He saw him strode the sword and slash back at the same time, surrounding the other party's sword.

The movement is very simple, but the operation is smooth and unblocked, which makes the opponent's original sword intent turn round and ease. This gentle area will relieve the crisis facing the chest.

"Huh!" The old man screamed in surprise at this time, "The Tai Chi Sword of the Chen Family?"
Chapter completed!