The believers of the Huaji did not stop at the same time. He used to moves habitually, but this time he did not resist as expected. His Huaji easily pointed to two centimeters before Yang Jun's throat.

"What's wrong? Why did you stop?"

The believer of the Huaji looked at Yang Jun in confusion, and forgot to take back the Huaji. His Fangtian Huaji actually pointed at Yang Jun's throat.

Meng Yu, who was watching with relish, looked confused.

Yang Jun put away the vulture sword, held it back in his hand, and explained with a wry smile: "I can only use eleven changes in the thirteen Death Swords so far! I have used up all the changes I have learned in a row just now. I have not yet realized the next twelve changes. Therefore, although I know that there are four changes behind this sword technique, I can no longer create new moves! Instead of creating random moves, it is better to stop here to avoid embarrassment!"

“That’s it…”

After listening to Yang Jun's explanation, the believers of the Painted Galactic were thinking. In fact, he was very afraid of Yang Jun's death-taking Thirteen Swords. This sword technique was simply terrible. It was even stronger when it could meet. If Yang Jun had not only eleven changes, he would probably be defeated soon.

If it were in the past, he might not have been able to practice tricks with Yang Jun, and even had the intention to kill after learning about his sword skills. However, Yang Jun saved him and died a few days ago, so what he feared now was Yang Jun's sword technique, not Yang Jun, so he thought about it and said this.

"Let's do it a few more times? Maybe it will allow you to understand the twelfth change!"

Yang Jun's eyes lit up, and Meng Yu, who was watching, also smiled.

Yang Jun raised his head and saw the sincere expression of the believer in the Painted Ji, smiled and nodded, and said, "Yes! Thank you! Let's come again!"

As he said that, he rushed to the sword and pounced on the believers of Huaji again. This time he used his sword technique to attack him, which was much sharper than when he first sword was used.

"Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang

The Condor Sword kept stabbing, slashing or cutting on the Fang Tian Huaji, the believers of the Painted Garrison. At the beginning, neither of them had used much internal force, but as the attacks on both sides became faster and faster and sharper, when the Mars hit by the weapon was as brilliant as fireworks in the sky, the Fang Tian Huaji and the Condor Sword flashed at the same time.

The fiery red light flashed on the Fang Tian Painting Sword, and the purple light flashed on the Vulture Sword.

After that, the attack and defense of the two men were not only weapons, but also had huge lethality, silent halberd light and sword energy.

In a blink of an eye, the number of attacks of the Vulture Sword had reached the eleventh sword. The Vulture Sword in Yang Jun continued to stab forward, but only half of the pierced and stopped halfway.

I just saw him continue to make moves after seeing his eleventh sword. The believers of Huaji and Meng Yu were happy on their faces, but I didn't expect that his vulture sword would stop again after only halfway through.

Fang Tian Huaji, the believer of the Painted Gaul, also stopped.

"Isn't it okay?"

The believers of the Painted Gaul were a little disappointed.

Yang Jun shook his head and said regretfully: "After the eleventh sword, I vaguely felt in which direction the twelfth sword should attack, but there was only a little vague feeling, so after the eleventh sword, I had to stop after the eleventh sword..."

"Come again!"

The believer of the Huaji held Fang Tian Huaji with both hands and pointed at Yang Jun, looking at Yang Jun with encouragement.

Yang Jun looked at his encouraging eyes and looked quietly for two seconds, with a smile on his face and said loudly: "Okay!"

As he said that, he suddenly kicked the ground with his right foot, and his body suddenly flew into the air to the believers of the Huaji. Dozens of sword shadows were dancing in his hand, and dozens of sword energy were mixed in the sword shadows, attacking the believers of the Huaji who were waiting for the battle.

The believer of the Huaji did not hold back at all because he knew that the stronger his attack, the stronger the sword moves Yang Jun could create.

"Dangdangdang!!!"

Another series of weapons attacks, the eleven swords ended again in less than a second, and Yang Jun still did not realize the twelfth sword.

"Come again!"

The believers of the Painted Ji encouraged Yang Jun again.

"good!"

Yang Jun simply responded to the word, and the Condor Sword launched an attack again.

It was not less than a second, and the eleven swords ended again, but there was still no stronger twelfth sword.

"Come again!"

"Um!"

The attack continues.

The result is still no twelfth sword.

"Come again!"

This time, Yang Jun did not speak out again, but the attack was even sharper. This time, the believers of the Huaji retreated for more than ten meters in a row, but the twelfth sword still did not appear.

"Come again!"

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"Come again!"

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"Come again!"

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"Come again!"

...

He started over and over again and again, and was disappointed again and again. After each eleventh sword, Yang Jun could vaguely feel the outline of the twelfth sword, but he always felt it was not clear, so he could only use half of the twelfth sword every time, and then he didn't know how to continue.

"Come again!"

After the 87th failure, the believers of the Painted Ji still watched Yang Jun firmly and encouraged him to continue.

At this time, he seemed to have returned to his time practicing the Overlord Sphur. Because of his admiration for the invincible God of War Lu Bu, he spent 10,000 yuan to specifically raise his height to 2.6 meters, and paid a high price to buy the Overlord Sphur secret book that had been no one cared about for a long time.

Everyone knows that the power of the halberd technique is unparalleled, but the failure of millions of people has discouraged people later, but Pu Kongcheng is very firm! Because he is a believer in the painting halberd! A believer in the painting halberd!

In order to be as invincible as his idol Lu Bu, he practiced the basic moves of the Overlord Gallops for years! After countless hard practices, his halberd technique finally reached the point of being like an arm and finger, and finally he was able to end his hardships.

This experience made him believe that hard work rewards! So when he saw Yang Jun failing again and again, he was not impatient at all, but encouraged Yang Jun again and again.

He hoped that he could help Yang Jun break through the eleventh sword, not for anything else! It was just that Yang Jun had saved his life.

Although he doesn't care about death in the game, saving it means saving it! The kindness needs to be repaid!

After the believers of the Painted Galactic halberd shouted "Come Again", Yang Jun did not immediately attack the sword like he had done more than eighty times before. He lowered his head slightly and looked down at the vulture sword in his hand.

"Come again!"

Seeing that he did not continue to attack, the believer of Huaji frowned slightly, and raised his voice a little and urged him to shout again.

He thought Yang Jun was discouraged, but he saw Yang Jun suddenly laughing silently as he looked at his sword.

The believer of the Painted Ji was about to ask him what he was laughing, but when he saw Yang Jun, who was smiling, jumping towards him with his footsteps, and slashed at him with a vulture sword in his hand.

Yang Jun had used this sword nine times before. The believers of the Painted Gaul were disappointed when they saw that Yang Jun smiled happily and used this move.

Has he already lost his skills?
Chapter completed!