Sword Fifteen!

Seeing this sword of mercy approaching, Zhang Heng's eyes showed a slight solemnity.

The Buddha can wear a robe, hold a wooden fish, recite Buddhist scriptures, let people take refuge in Buddhism, influence the wicked, and can also hold a sword and perform thunderbolts, and this is also a kind of alternative compassion.

At this moment, in the "Sword Fifteen", there is obviously a cruel thought of compassion.

"It's kind of interesting!"

Zhang Heng took a deep breath and threw a punch.

This punch is like the tip of a needle against Mai Mang, and there is no intention of backing down at all.

At the same time, a strong killing intent also permeated from him.

At this time, Zhang Heng extracted a large amount of murderous aura from the seventy-two killing arrays in the Demon Swinging Divine Spear and poured out directly.

Let's see if you are a foot taller than the Buddha, or if you are a foot taller!

Rumble!

Swords and fists collided, forming a stalemate.

Zhang Heng's flesh and skin were cracked, and blood flowed, while Mitsui Kazuki's Tiancong Cloud Sword seemed to have suffered a huge impact, and it actually bent up, forming a round arch.

"Zhang Sang, you really surprised me, originally I thought that there was only one Chen Wushu in Huaxia, but I didn't expect you to be there!" Mitsui Kazuki looked at Zhang Heng, with a look of amazement in his eyes: "Could it be that the land of Huaxia really hides the dragon and the crouching tiger?"

Originally, he thought it was just a boastful statement of the Chinese people, but today, he has changed his mind a little.

This mysterious country, which has been passed down for thousands of years, may not be fully understood by their neighbors, who are constantly absorbing knowledge.

Zhang Heng didn't answer, and the killing aura erupted, shaking him back.

"Sword Sixteen!"

Mitsui Kazuki was flying up by Zhang Hengzhen, but it just took off in the air, and another sword slashed down.

The long sword is like the wind, and the speed is extremely fast!

This sword sixteen is the sword of extreme speed, and at a glance, the sword shadow is all over the sky.

Even if Zhang Heng's divine mind is strong, he can't even capture the surname of the sword.

The shadow of the sword was heavy, covering the sky and the sun, and together with the pouring rain curtain, it fell towards Zhang Heng.

"Not bad!" Zhang Heng exclaimed, the twenty-one sword created by this person actually included all the changes in sword intent, sword moves, and sword shape.

This sword sixteen is no worse than before.

This person's swordsmanship is really arbitrary and unpredictable, and if it is a person with poor coping ability, I am afraid that it will be difficult to adapt.

Zhang Heng has reason to believe that when facing the enemy, once the flaws are exposed, then Mitsui Kazuki will definitely take advantage of the victory to pursue and not give the other party the slightest chance to fight back.

But it was of little use to him.

How fast is it?

Its power is insufficient.

The spiritual power in Zhang Heng's body was like a river collapsing, forming a blue light shield on his body, and the sword shadow was heavy, constantly splitting down, but he couldn't break the light mask, and naturally he couldn't hurt Zhang Heng in the slightest.

He was like a very fast woodpecker, and he kept bowing his head, if it was wood, it would have been chiseled through, but if it was iron?

Mitsui Kazuki's eyes showed anger, and above the sky, a thunderbolt flashed, and he rose into the air, his body almost overlapping with the thunder.

"Jian Jiu!"

He gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands and slammed it down.

This sword, like Mount Tai pressing on the top, seems to take the whole heaven and earth, and blows hard at Zhang Heng!

The Sword of Speed has changed again and become a heavy sword!

The heavy sword has no edge, it is not skillful, there is no sword move to speak of, but it uses unstoppable strength and momentum to destroy everything in front of you!

Zhang Heng's face remained unchanged, and he looked up at the sword blade falling.

Bang!

The blade slashed against the light mask, making a terrifying sound.

This little garden was shaken.

The rockery is broken, the stones are flying, the trees are cracked from the middle, and some are even cut off directly!

The goldfish swimming in the pond suddenly jumped up and fell heavily into the water, rolling its eyes at the moment and losing its breath.

"It's terrible!" Master Nakamura's eyes showed a look of fanaticism, and he said, "When I challenged the Great Sword Master, he used this sword to make me retreat directly!"

"Goodbye now, the Great Sword Master is indeed several times stronger than before!"

"When the sword rises, it is like the power of heaven and earth!"

Junko Mitsui, on the other hand, had already looked stupid, and it took a long time before the sluggish look on her face dissipated, her eyes looked at the battlefield, her lips moved, but she didn't speak.

She is indeed a layman, because her martial arts are not exquisite, but she is not stupid, she can see that by now, the two are indeed equal, and they have their own backs and forths.

And Zhang Heng has no signs of defeat at all.

Even at this moment, Mitsui Kazuki used such a powerful sword move, but she became worried.

Uncle will he win?

On the campus of the National People's Congress, there are still many students walking, to be precise, they should be walking quickly.

Suddenly, it rained heavily, which caught many people off guard, and the little couples on the playground, the sports students on the sports field, and the roommates who were walking and bragging, all accelerated their pace at this moment and rushed towards the direction of the dormitory.

The movement here shook the whole people.

"Damn, is that thunder so powerful just now?"

A little fat man's face was shocked.

"What thunder, I think it's an earthquake, right?" said another.

"The dog can't spit out ivory from his mouth, and if there is a real earthquake, we will all have to finish the game. ”

A girl passing by rolled her eyes and put the book on her head.

"Don't go yet. ”

The earthquake made many people panic, and they all ran.

Some have books on their heads, and some have undressed and put them on their heads.

is also a witty boy, taking the opportunity to take a coat to the girl he likes to be courteous.

Of course, they wouldn't know that on the campus of the National People's Congress, a battle was breaking out that could be called a world-class battle for the martial arts world!

The blade seemed to be stuck in the blue light mask, and it actually formed a stalemate.

"Break it for me!"

Mitsui Kazuki roared angrily, and the green tendons on his neck burst out.

At this moment, he used all his strength!

The light of the Tiancong Cloud Sword was brilliant, and suddenly it was pressed down heavily, and the blue light mask on Zhang Heng's body, after holding on for a few seconds, flickered, and suddenly shattered.

The blade of the sword slashed down, falling according to Zhang Heng's head.

Zhang Heng sighed lightly and smashed it with a punch, smashing away the blade that had little strength left.

"Zhang Sang, don't you still have a sword?"

Mitsui Kazuki was furious to the extreme, and his eyes erupted with unprecedented battle intent.

"Cut off the flow!"

After ten years of retreat, he only practiced one sword.

This sword is a legendary-level sword move of Dongying, and it is much more clever than his sword twenty-one.

After ten years of study, he has achieved great success, but he has no chance to make a move.

And now, he has found an opponent, so he is not stingy at all.

"Do you really want to see me draw my sword?" Zhang Heng raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the jumping figure in the water curtain.

"Yes!"

Mitsui Kazuki said without hesitation.

"That's fine. Zhang Heng looked at this Dongying swordsman who had given him many surprises, but sighed again: "As you wish!"

He decided to end the fight.

Without him, the National People's Congress is not a place for fights after all.

Also, he felt that he needed to give him a respect.

Mitsui Kazuki wants to see his sword, then he, doesn't mind being satisfied.

A trance.

Zhang Heng has already taken a step.

At this time, Mitsui Kazuki's momentum has brewed to its peak, and all the power of the sword move of the broken water flow is like a storm, once it erupts, it can almost destroy a school building!

However, Zhang Heng never changed his face, and even said that he didn't look at it, he just lowered his head and looked at his white and slender fingers.

Stretch your fingers forward and flick your fingers.

Syllable.

A drop of rain happened to be hit, like a fallen leaf, floating towards the front in a daze.

At this moment, Master Nakamura, Junko Mitsui, and even Kazuki Mitsui, who was brewing a trick, suddenly stopped all their movements and thoughts, and their entire world was covered by this drop of rain.

The eyes follow the droplets.

One drop.

Two drops.

Ten drops.

Thousands of drops.

String together into a line.

Converge into a sword.

The sword came out, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of Mitsui Kazuki.

The sky was full of sword qi and exploded.

The Great Swordsman closed his eyes.

After a long time, he shuddered and reopened his eyes to look at the young figure in the rain.

Smack.

A drop of rain rolled down and dripped on his forehead.

One drop.

Two drops.

Ten drops.

Thousands of drops.

He always released his momentum to force away the rain to keep his body dry, and after a few breaths, his back was completely wet, and the heavy rain poured down, drowning out all his thoughts and fighting spirit. ()

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