The monk sensed the power of this sword, and secretly complained bitterly, thinking that where is this insulting Yue Wumu? Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Compared with the speed of his soldiers, Mount Tai is overwhelming, and the momentum of this sword is more than equal.

Feeling a tingling pain in the center of his eyebrows, a trace of pride in the heart of the monk disappeared like ice and snow, and his heart was full of shock.

He felt that the speed of this sword was more than three points faster than that of Senior Brother Akiba, but when he saw the bamboo pole, the black shadow was already about to touch his eyelids.

In the fierce wind, the oppressive eyes were so oppressive that Venus went straight to Venus, and the scene in front of him was a little indistinguishable.

He didn't care about stopping the enemy anymore, but he threw himself to the side in his hurry, and stretched out his hand to stop in front of him, just wanting to block the sword.

The reason why it is said to be a sword, but it is that the monk who does not prescribe discovers the incomparable sword qi hidden deep on this bamboo branch.

Although it is a bamboo branch, it is sharper than any sword in the sense.

Su Chen let out a hoarse chuckle, the bamboo branch was lightly tapped, and it bounced back with strength, and his body swooped down the direction of the spur to the plane tree.

A little on tiptoe, like a flying crane, fluttering, just waiting to spread its wings and fly high, and go for a long time.

He didn't really want to kill the non-quitting monk, forcing the other party to dodge and parry to avoid self-preservation, and then he didn't care about coming to stop him, it was okay.

As soon as he swept his eyes, he found that there were too many enemies now, and he had a sword in hand, but he didn't have to fight.

If you want to have a good time, you need to change the venue at another time.

Su Chen changed his mind and became oblivious.

"Come down!"

But I heard a low and majestic shout, and a wide long sword, carrying the cold frost, slashed towards Su Chen's sword, like a heavenly pillar collapsing, and the momentum was high and high.

Su Chen's figure that was about to rise suddenly stopped, gritted his teeth, and his eyes became very sharp.

"Zuo Lengzen!"

This sword light is awe-inspiring, like a famous mountain and a river, and it oppresses people with power, Su Chen is naturally not very familiar with it, but the cold in the sword light is still fresh in his memory.

It's been frozen all night, can you remember?

Although he was blessed by misfortune and established a relationship with his little junior sister, he couldn't eliminate his hatred for this power.

"Now that I have succeeded in holding Dan, it is no longer the first time of the day, how can it be so easy for you to sneak attack again?"

Su Chen faced the sudden attack of Zuo Lengchan's long sword, and under the pressure of his momentum, he could no longer care about hiding his identity.

His figure was straight, the original old and rickety figure was full of momentum, his waist was straight, and his breath rose like wolf smoke.

Like a majestic mountain, the big river flows under the mountain, and the country is picturesque for a while.

In the midst of this beautiful artistic conception, a sword light was provoked from his elbow.

The small bamboo stick picked out the momentum of the big horse Changge and the bloody battle on the battlefield.

This move is one of the last three killing moves of the seventy-two ways of the sword technique of the evil sword spectrum that I saw before.

"A hundred battles of generals".

Su Chen had a chip scan, and he only looked at the sword book for a while standing on the shoulder of the Buddha statue, but in his heart, he had tried it out thousands of times.

In a short period of time, he has long been unfamiliar with the seventy-two road swordsmanship, and now he has come out, as if he has practiced for decades, and he is handy.

After understanding the sword theory, as long as Su Chen can use any swordsmanship, he will be able to obtain its essence.

You don't need to be like others, practice hard and understand the true meaning.

Especially when the sword is used with all his strength, the golden light rises, and a faint spread of sword intent penetrates through the blade, giving people a feeling of golden eternity and indestructibility.

This strange killing move, under the urging of his Divine Foot Sutra and the National Technique of Holding Dan Blood Condensation Cultivation, actually gave birth to a kind of unparalleled spirit of battlefield blood killing.

"The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years. ”

Zuo Lengchan's style of "holding the mountain and surpassing the sea" is like a glacier collapsing, and when he encounters Su Chen's sword, it is like a mountain collapsing and the sea cracking, scattered into countless lights and shadows.

In a flash, the bamboo branch found the true body of the big sword, and clicked on it with a "bang".

The two of them were shocked.

Zuo Lengchan's flying figure suddenly retreated, retreating faster than when he came.

Su Chen laughed "haha", the bamboo branches turned into stars and lights, and in the exclamations of everyone, it was like thousands of fallen leaves fluttering, and it was like the autumn wind dancing wildly, indifferent.

He turned around and attacked everyone with a sword, and no one was missed.

All the masters felt a chill in their eyebrows, and a sword light directly tore through the air, stabbing towards them, the sword momentum was incomparable, it was difficult to resist, and they were so shocked that they hurriedly retreated.

There was only one down-and-out middle-aged man, whose sword turned into a violent wind, roared, and was not moved by the sword momentum.

Although he has a strong will, he is of little use after making a move.

The Wind Sword Technique in his hand, the scattered fallen leaf sword light turned into Su Chen's bamboo branches, and the wind immediately stopped.

Frightened, the down-and-out middle-aged figure retreated violently, and hurriedly swung his sword around his body to resist, forgetting to attack his opponent for a long time.

In the sound of "ding", Su Chen's figure was like a breeze, passing by him, just one step, dozens of steps away, through the low forest.

Everyone looked around, and the shadows of the trees were swaying, and the shadows were long gone.

It was only at this time that seven or eight masters landed together, and seeing that the night was deep, none of them dared to go after them.

"Tom tom" A burst of foot sounds rushed, and a rough voice sounded: "So many people can't surround a junior, I think you have such a big reputation, it's all blown out, it's too useless." ”

The person who came was Ding Mian, his body was huge, and he had a lot of hard work, and his light skills were naturally not as good as others, so he arrived at this time.

As soon as Su Chen's two moves were made, he recognized who the person was, and he was shocked and angry.

The previous move was a sword finger with sword intent in the wild shop that day, and now it is even more powerful.

After Zuo Lengchan shot with all his might, he was also repelled by him.

In the past, he could still use the cold ice true qi to defeat the enemy, but now the opponent's strength is stronger, but he forced the cold qi to roll upside down, and he didn't penetrate into the three inches of his body, and he used a bamboo stick to dissolve it alive.

And then the move that broke through the encirclement of everyone, Ding Mian also recognized it, but it was not a profound move, but one of the basic sword styles of Huashan, the group attack move "Boundless Falling Wood".

It's just that this trick "boundless falling wood" is too powerful. Under the edge of the sword intent, it covers a five-zhang square.

The fallen leaves are like rain, and the momentum is extremely magnificent, forcing everyone to dare not pursue.

What made Ding Mian even more uncomfortable was that Su San's body was as fast as a ghost, and everyone was only slightly distracted, and they couldn't even see the shadow.

How can this rob the sword spectrum?

Ding Mian was angry and reprimanded, he didn't dare to blame Zuo Lengchan, but he just blamed these seven or eight first-class casual cultivation masters for being too wasteful.

But I heard a black-faced man in the crowd choke and said: "If you Ding Mian really have the ability, go after it yourself, and see if you can escape with your life in the hands of the 'Wushuang Sword' this time." ”

This is naturally referring to the fact that Ding Mian was beaten to death by Su Chen some time ago and lay down for seven or eight days.

"Yang Meng, you ......"

Ding Mian was furious, so he stepped forward to make a move. (To be continued.) )