Zuoqiu's figure floated out a series of lights and shadows, and the short knife in his hand instantly struck at Nangong Ao fifteen times, each time it invaded from an unbelievable angle, making it really hard to imagine that the limit of the human body had reached such a level. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Every time the sword light flickered, it was a loud noise, and with each loud sound, a violent wave of qi spread around.

The artistic conception of no beginning, no end, no front, and no queen in "Mixed Yuan Sword Sutra" was used by Nangong Ao to give seven points of true meaning. The long sword in his hand is either raised diagonally, or stabbed straight, or pushed horizontally, or twisted back.

A trace of hazy sword qi swirled around his body, constantly wrapping around Zuoqiu's short knife, and every trace of entanglement was a trace of detention.

Although under Zuoqiu's fierce attack, although Nangong Ao's figure kept retreating, at this time he was like a constantly rotating grinding wheel, gradually smoothing out Zuoqiu's sharpness, and at this time he used the "Grinding Stone Sword Sutra".

Zuoqiu's sword is as strong as a knife, Nangong Ao's sword is round like a sword, quite a bit of his strength is strong by him, the breeze blows the hills, he is horizontal by him, and the bright moon shines on the taste of the river.

The most surprising thing is Zuoqiu, how old is the child of this family in front of him, not to mention the peak of the sword technique, even the vitality cultivation is also thick and round, endless.

This is the sword technique that he has realized after experiencing life and death crises again and again in countless battle formations, domineering and domineering, with God blocking God, and Buddha blocking and destroying Buddha's evil spirit. How can it be more than 30 knives, this young man is like a spring with excellent toughness, no matter how he folds.

Obviously, he only opened thirty-two trick points, and if he died, he would have the strength of a second-rate Great Perfection, but he had not taken him down until now with the strength of his half-step martial arts master.

The height of this person's swordsmanship is one thing, and the most important thing is the strength of the body, as if it is a humanoid giant beast, but in terms of strength, it has reached the level of a first-class upper rank. Usually with such a fierce sword strength, he can smash a heavy cavalry horse wearing heavy armor with a single sword, and this young man did not show any decline after receiving thirty-seven swords.

There was a trace of bitterness in Zuoqiu's heart, the twelfth master had provoked hard stubble this time.

Nangong Ao's situation was not as good as he seemed on the surface.

At this time, a large part of the muscular blood vessels inside the body had been ruptured and damaged, and his body was constantly retreating in the face of Zuoqiu's sea-like knife momentum.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Nangong Ao has fallen to the bottom line, but a second-rate martial artist can hold up under the hands of a half-step grandmaster for such a long time without being defeated, and he can also see the great potential of this person.

Nangong Mufeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and bursts of qi ripples that were imperceptible to outsiders reverberated up and down his body, and between the surging qi machines, once Nangong Ao's strength was not enough, Nangong Mufeng would make a move.

In addition to Li Xuan, only his skill and Zuoqiu were in the middle of the field.

Old God Li Xuan was looking at the two people moving around the field, and he didn't have the idea of making a move, in his eyes, Nangong Ao was far from reaching the point of exhaustion.

With a loud bang, Nangong Ao's body retreated five steps in a row, and the sword qi swept again and again, but each path would be resolved by Nangong Ao's "Grinding Stone Sword Sutra". Obviously, for the comprehension of the "Grinding Stone Sword Sutra", Nangong Ao also has a certain experience.

Every knife will shake a crack in Nangong Ao's body, some of these cracks penetrate the blood vessels, some cross the periosteum, and some are oblique tendons, every time it is a piercing pain, but it is strange to say, every pain makes his mind calmer and his thinking clearer.

Where Nangong Ao didn't even pay attention, after each scar increased, some dark golden grains would rush towards these wounds. Although it is far from the exaggeration of Li Xuan's recovery speed of the Human Emperor Holy Body, these wounds are indeed constantly healing, and the healed muscles, tendons, tendons, and blood vessels are much tougher than before.

This is a benefit after being refined by Li Xuan's blood, which has greatly improved his original potential. Whenever Nangong Ao felt that he was about to reach the extreme, a new power would emerge from the depths of his body.

Zuoqiu's eyes became more and more solemn, and when he unleashed the eighty-eighth sword, he decided to end the demon-like transformation of the young man in front of him as soon as possible.

The vitality of the acupoints of the whole body gushed out in an instant, and even with the thick veins of Zuoqiu, it could not accommodate so much vitality spurting, and there were a lot of fractures in the acupoints in an instant.

A scorching white light diffused from his body outward, and from a distance it was like a scorching sun, and the dazzling people could not be looked at directly.

What was even more aggressive was the heavy short knife in his hand, at this time the blade had turned golden, and waves of ripples rippled on the blade, like a mirror, which could reflect the heart of all things in the world.

"Watch me break a thousand armies with one sword." Zuoqiu shouted, and with a horizontal cut, a scorching white mang slashed towards Nangong Ao quickly.

"Ao'er, be careful!" Nangong Mufeng's body had already snatched out, slicing through a scorching passage in the air.

Even he felt a kind of terrifying coercion in this knife, as if facing thousands of troops, overwhelming, and within a radius of a hundred zhang was a chilling sword intent.

More than half of the crowd around the crowd was suddenly bleeding from the seven orifices that were shocked by such a panicked sword intent, and their bodies were as if they had just experienced a rain of swords, guns, and swords, and at least more than two dozen people died on the spot, this was only a part of the overflowing sword intent, and it was conceivable how bleak Nangong Ao who was facing Zuoqiu's knife at this time would be in a bleak situation.

When Zuoqiu's knife appeared, Nangong Ao's body was covered with more than a dozen horizontal and vertical knife marks, and at this moment, he no longer had an endless stream of new power generated. The manpower was sometimes exhausted, and he only got a little bit of the blood of the Human Emperor Holy Body, which was able to withstand Zuoqiu's powerful sword.

There was a great horror and great comprehension between life and death, and feeling the sword that cut horizontally, Nangong Aofu was very happy, and the trick of "Grinding Stone Sword Sutra" poured into his heart.

Nangong Ao's body continued to retreat, and the overflowing sword qi flowed up and down in two diametrically opposite directions, layer upon layer, circle after circle, forming two grinding discs that were completely integrated.

The scorching white mangs cut into the grinding stone, and then penetrated through the body, and Nangong Ao's sword style had already disappeared before it could be formed. This move is the biggest ingenious and back-to-basics sword in the "Grinding Stone Sword Sutra".

If there is enough time for Nangong Ao's sword style to take shape, perhaps even Zuoqiu's exertion may not be able to break Nangong Ao's defense.

"Bang" is like a silver bottle bursting, and the fierce collision of sword qi and sword qi has formed a high-pressure vacuum zone around it.

A frightened expression appeared on Nangong Ao's face, the threat of the god of death he felt this time was more real than the last time he faced Li Xuan's cold aura, and he could even touch the cold face of the god of death.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and Nangong Mufeng's body jumped forward in the air and stretched out his hand to grab something. Zuoqiu held the knife in both hands, with an expression that the overall situation had been decided. Nangong Yu opened his mouth and shouted, sad and anxious.

Li Xuan sighed helplessly, it seems that this kid's limit is here.

In a flash, his body had already come to Nangong Ao's side, and he punched towards the white mang that cut horizontally.

There was a loud bang, and everything was drowned in the rolling waves.