Not to mention that Zuo Lingquan's injury has healed most of his injuries. Even if he only breaths are left, he can use this breath to exert a moment of peak brilliance.

And facing the Shi Erlang in the same realm, it was enough in an instant.

Step on

Stable steps, step on the street bricks with green vine patterns.

As Zuo Lingquan, wearing a white young master robe, walked slowly, a sharp edge suddenly rose and pointed at everyone's eyebrows, making the monks who were only a few feet away feel creepy and took a few steps back.

Two sword intents intersected in mid-air, pressing against everyone's heads.

It was also at this time that everyone discovered the difference between two swordsmen with similar paths.

Bao Xiangyang frowned and said, "The sword intent is almost the same as the strength of the sword. Why do I feel that the Zuo Jianxian is even more terrifying? Well... it's like being pointed at the middle of the eyebrows by a sword, and you will die suddenly..."

The Black Cliff Sword Ghost Chu Yi watched the live broadcast on Thunder Cliff. He couldn't feel it. His face was full of scratching his heart and lungs. He wanted to come out of the water curtain to feel it carefully and taste it.

On Juejian Cliff, Mu Yunshan spoke:

"The two are indeed similar, but from the perspective of sword intent, the difference is very big."

As for the difference, it is difficult to describe the sword intent, but it is different anyway.

The twelve Lang's sharpness is revealed, making people feel that they will be sealed by a sword in the next moment, and they feel that they want to dodge but cannot dodge.

Zuo Lingquan pointed his sword at the middle of his eyebrows, telling you clearly that you don’t have to think about anything, you are dead!

The key to this difference lies in the word "quasi-".

Like under the bloody sun, two figures stand a certain distance of hundreds of feet.

Shi Erlang held a silver sword in his right hand and raised his left hand to pinch his hands. It was obvious that there was a breeze lingering on his legs and limbs, waving his robe.

Zuo Lingquan was as motionless as a mountain, and did not hold it big. He placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword and made a forward move of drawing the sword. Nothing else was different.

This nuanced difference is already a verdict in the eyes of an immortal like the old sword god.

But the countless people on and off the cliff obviously had not seen the details of both sides, and just waited with breath and held their hearts.

This waiting is only half a day.

Both of them took the "fast sword" path, pursuing a sword to kill outside the limit of their opponent's physical reactions. There is no need to look for the opponent's flaws. Whoever is slow will die.

Sao

Only two shrill sounds of swords that were combined into one resounded throughout the street market.

The two figures disappeared from the spot at the same time, and 99% of the people present could not see the details clearly. The remaining masters on the top of the mountain looked terrifying.

Because the two of them took action at the same time, they met the middle of the street, and the sprint distance was not bad at all, and the speed was comparable!

But there are differences between them.

Shi Erlang doesn’t need a scabbard, just to increase the speed of sword drawing to the limit.

Zuo Lingquan drew his sword and stabbed it forward. How could he draw the sword? I am probably only one hand to see clearly when present.

And even the masters present and even Shi Erlang were still behind in horror.

Shi Erlang did his best without reservation, raising his speed to the limit and stabbed the white-robed swordsman who was rushing towards him.

The posture of the sting in front of the Shierlang is almost exactly the same as that of Zuo Lingquan, because this is the optimal solution for the human race to push the speed to the limit. If you want to reach this point, you can only draw the sword like this. The name of "Dulong" comes from this unstoppable sword force of Dulong going out to sea.

When Shi Erlang found that the opponent's speed was as fast as him, he felt very calm because both of them were physically limiting in the same realm. After the two "Sword One", the two people would definitely die together, and this game could only be tied.

But immediately, Shi Erlang's eyes showed surprise.

Because his sword stabs Zuo Lingquan's heart; and Zuo Lingquan's sword stabs his sword tip!

Due to the physical limits of the same realm, Zuo Lingquan could not be faster than Shi Erlang, but in his sword philosophy, there is also a word "accurate" that stabs the most accurate place with the fastest speed!

Zuo Lingquan never took Shi Erlang seriously in the past because he had heard of Shi Erlang's approximate ways.

Shi Erlang only sought speed. In order to reach the limit of his body, he used the "wind method" in advance and forced himself to the top of the mountain in the same realm.

There is no problem with this kind of path. When encountering an opponent in the same realm, it is indeed a sword in seconds. When you get the word "sword one" and even "injure the enemy a thousand and hurt yourself eight hundred", you can break through the limit faster than Zuo Lingquan.

But so what?

When Zuo Lingquan was exerted by the Taohua Lord, he already understood that when the speed exceeds the physical capacity, he was destined to be unable to maintain "accuracy".

This method is no different from a slow opponent, but when you meet an opponent like him who relies on his hard power to build his body to the limit, the difference is life and death!

bite

A nearly harsh and crisp sound!

A strong wave of air suddenly burst out from the middle of the street. The black and blue sword energy burst at the same time, instantly cutting the long street and dividing the houses on both sides into two.

A few unlucky guys were pulled a little away by the masters who didn't know where they were, and passed by the sword energy. When they reacted, they were so scared that they sat directly on the ground.

And even though the remaining monks stared at him, they could only see two sword lights flashing away.

After a muffled sound of sword energy bursting, Zuo Lingquan, wearing a white robe, stopped at the intersection where Shierlang had just stood, slowly put the sword in the scabbard as usual, but after half of it, he suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and coughed twice:

"Ahem"

The cough was low, but the people in the entire block heard it, and they could hear that they had suffered internal injuries, and their expressions were shocked:

"this……"

"Is Zuo Jianxian losing?"

Bao Xiangyang's face was pale, a little frightened and helpless, and seemed to have no faith at all. He saw the famous idol with his own eyes collapsed.

Dingdang

After the coughing, the crisp sound of the long sword falling on the blue brick awakened everyone again.

Countless monks on the street turned their heads and found that the smoke and dust in the middle of the street were gone. Twelve Langs in gray robe stood blankly in the middle of the street, looking forward, their eyes lost.

"What's going on?"

"Who's winning?"

...

There were a few whispers of surprise and suspicion on the quiet street, but no results were seen for a while.

Most of the thousands of sword cultivators on Juejian Cliff were confused, only a few masters on the top of the mountain, some were amazed, and some shook their heads.

Mu Yunshan's slightly dissatisfied expression turned into silence. After looking at the surprise of the Peach Blossom Lord beside him, he turned around and left the Yingbin Pavilion.

The markets on both sides of Jianjiang seemed to solidify, and everyone looked at the two people facing their backs on the street, confused.

After Zuo Lingquan coughed twice, he slowly put the sword in the scabbard and looked back:

"I'll let you go back and practice for a few more years, now do you believe it?"

"Wow..."

As soon as this statement was made, the monks present finally understood the outcome, but still couldn't understand. The sword demon Zuo Ci won, so why did it seem to be more serious than Shi Erlang?

Shierlang looked down at the sword landing on the ground, a little lost because he had just really understood why the ancestor called him a "trash".

Because compared with the true peak of swordsmanship, he is just an ant who just learned to walk and thinks he can see the people from a bird's eye view.

The sword just now was very fast, and the first sword was indeed equal, and no one was slower than anyone else.

Zuo Lingquan aimed at the tip of his sword. With the extreme speed, he tried his best to deflect and try to stagger the situation, so that both sides suffered losses and tied; but the tip of the sword seemed to be bitten by the opponent. No matter how hard he tried, he finally bumped into it.

Although the collision between the two swords is still a tie, the gap between them is obvious that even if he is in "Sword Yi" and fights Zuo Lingquan a hundred times, the best result is a tie.

When Zuo Lingquan plays with him, the worst case is a draw.

As long as Shierlang fails to "Jianyi", he will have no successor.

Zuo Lingquan was too lazy to use another sword to humiliate him, but after the two swords were connected, he rushed over from his side when he was unable to return to defense.

This last move was enough to kill him a hundred times.

Shi Erlang was stunned for a while, and the monks watched were silent. It was not until Zuo Lingquan was about to leave that Shi Erlang woke up and turned around and said in disbelief:

"You have injuries?"

“Wow…”

As he finished speaking, the monks watching all showed an incredible look.

Zuo Lingquan just now coughed. They thought they were not very surprised when they were fighting, and they were still confused about the outcome.

Already injured?

When injured, he dared to fight against Shi Erlang who was doing his best, but Shi Erlang could not beat him. Can this be called equal? ​​The difference between the clouds and the mud is almost the same...

In everyone's surprise eyes, Zuo Lingquan walked back from across the street with a dull expression:

"If I take care of it or not, the result will be the same. You are talented and don't have to give up on yourself. If you practice for decades, you may really be able to afford the three words "Little Sword Demon."

This is still crazy, but after the war, no one feels it is inappropriate anymore.

Shierlang himself even felt that he was comforting him even if his injury did not affect his performance. Judging from what he saw just now, he would never be able to catch up with the pace of the sword demon in his life.

Since he is beyond the reach of the world, how can he afford the word "Little Sword Demon"?
To be continued...