Chapter 2089： talent (1/2)

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”Ding Ding Ding Ding ...” Chu Li's claws were like electricity, and he kept firing one sword after another, but his mind was imprinted with every style, so clear that Tianxingdong Xushu was not in a hurry.

He was able to open this sword and another sword, which is also the credit for the starry hole virtual art. Otherwise, only the flying gods and magic tricks could not be blocked in the future.

”Ding ...” Murong Qiu suddenly issued a sword, blocking Jiang Zhenghua's sword.

”Brother Murong, what are you doing!” Jiang Zhenghua glared at him disapprovingly: ”I'm getting up.”

”If you fight again, Brother Jiang, you have to use mystery.” Murong Qiu said: ”It is not the enemy of life and death, don't use mystery.”

”You guy, turn your elbow outwards.” Jiang Zhenghua said angrily: ”Seeing that your friend is about to lose, he will block it horizontally. It's really bad! Keep off, I haven't hit enough!”

”Brother Jiang, it's enough to stop there.” Murong Qiu waved.

Chu Li smiled: ”Brother Jiang, I'm really not an opponent.”

Jiang Zhenghua hummed: ”Yuan Si, you are very talented in swordsmanship. You shouldn't practice fists, you should practice swords!”

Chu Li's response to the sword move is extremely sensitive, and the hole penetration of the sword skill is extraordinary. This is a very keen intuition, otherwise he can't restrain the sky sword by the move alone.

Chu Li shook his head and smiled: ”The Feitianzong's swordsmanship is nothing to catch the eye.”

”That's true, too.” Jiang Zhenghua shook his head and sighed: ”It's a pity that you really have to learn sword in this talent, no less than me!”

”Brother Jiang, he is not inferior to you now,” Murong said.

Jiang Zhenghua stared at him and said, ”You go away and don't want to talk to you!”

Murong Qiu laughed and said, ”You have a trick, and you have a trick.”

Chu Li said, ”It's hard to say that you can beat Brother Jiang.”

”Come on, hypocrisy!” Murong Qiu gave him a glance, ”I don't know your skill yet?”

Chu Li hehe laughed twice, no more to say.

Jiang Zhenghua shook his head and stepped back, ”You really deserve to practice sword.”

Chu Li hugs his fists and laughs without saying a word.

”Come on,” Gu Tianqi said with a smile. ”It's a bit tricky. Mine is Feng Tianjian. You can't stop Feng Tianjian, but you may not be able to stop Feng Tianjian.”

”Please--!” Chu Li held his fist solemnly.

He remembered more than thirty moves through the previous tricks. It is best to see the complete Tiantian Sword, but unfortunately it is almost impossible. Tiantian Sword is the secret sword swordsmanship of the sword demon. Will not be spread.

Gu Tianqi pulled his sword out of the sheath, and suddenly the sword fell like a scorching sun, shaking people's eyes.

Chu Li slightly squinted his eyes, and under the observation of Dayuan Jingzhi, his hands waved like a fiddle.

”Bang bang bang ...” The muffled sound is endless, not like the fingers intersect with the sword tip, but like the fist hitting the leather, shocking and shocking.

Murong Qiu and Jiang Zhenghua stared with wide eyes and saw that Chu Li stepped back in Gu Tianqi's sword, but he could open the sword's tip accurately.

Gu Tianqi's swordsmanship is like an overturned mountain, and it is overwhelming, like a mountain landslide.

”Receive the sword!” Gu Tianqi drank, pulled his sword and shot at Chu Li's back.

The cold light flashed, Chu Li stretched out his hand and swept back, the sword was in his hand, and the cold light flashed, the sword was light and elegant, and the precise sharp piercing of the ancient Tianqi sword tip, both were trembling.

”Ding Ding Ding Ding ...” The two swords kept intersecting.

Jiang Zhenghua looked to Murong Qiu in surprise.

Murong Chou also widened his eyes.

Chu Li's swordsmanship was exactly what Jiang Zhenghua had previously cast, and it was light and elegant, but the sword was extremely fast. He had gained a bit of spirit, and Jiang Zhenghua and Murong Qiu both changed their faces slightly.

”Brother Murong, your friend is amazing!” Jiang Zhenghua sighed.

He had a complex look, his eyes fixed on Chu Li's sword style.