I saw that Leng Xuan took three steps back in a row, while Lan Mingjian only took half a step back. In a battle between the two sides, Lan Mingjian had the upper hand. I only heard Lan Mingjian smile and said, "Okay, yes, I really didn't see the wrong person." If you're just a cultivator with the strength of the late stage of heartbeat, you can't force me back half a step at all, if I'm not mistaken, your strength should be more than that, don't hide it, just use it. It's just one move, and there are nine more moves in the back, you have to be careful, I won't show mercy. ”

The corners of Leng Xuan's lips raised slightly when he heard this, he was just a test of the move just now, so he didn't use ten percent of his strength.

Previously, when he made a move, he turned on the first change of the three changes of weeping blood in the middle of the way, otherwise, he would not be able to force Lan Mingjian back half a step at all. He was secretly shocked in his heart, the strength of this Lan Ming Sword was indeed very strong, and it was not a little stronger. The trick just now, although it was just a temptation, he didn't spare too much. However, the other party easily swung his sword to resist. He probably felt that the other party's move didn't even use half of his strength. He exhaled and raised the staff of dragon descent in his hand again.

This time, without waiting for Leng Xuan to take the initiative to attack, Lan Mingjian had already taken the lead, only to see his long sword slash, as if even the air had been cut, and the huge sword qi poured towards Leng Xuan. Before the other party's sword arrived, it already had such a might, Leng Xuan's face couldn't help but change slightly, and he hurriedly used the true qi in his body to resist the invasion of that sword qi. Leng Xuan stared at the sharp sword in the opponent's hand, and he found that the speed of Lan Ming's sword was very fast when it was □□, but when it was halfway through, the speed suddenly slowed down. Seeing the long sword slowly approaching in front of him, Leng Xuan couldn't help frowning.

From his experience, he knew that the more strange the move, the more terrifying the power. He had tried to move his body to dodge the opponent's sword blade before, but he found that the space around him seemed to become sticky due to the sword qi, making it impossible for him to move his body quickly at all. At this moment, the long sword was less than three feet away from him. And at this moment, the sharp sword suddenly burst out with a dazzling light. Moreover, the sword seemed to conjure up countless sharp swords, flying towards Leng Xuan from all directions.

Leng Xuan's complexion changed slightly, it was useless to dodge, and now he had to resist. He held the dragon staff in his hand and quickly picked it up. Suddenly, the dragon descenting staff was like a long stick in his hand, and under the rapid rotation, all the □□ long swords were flicked out. After resisting those long swords, Leng Xuan saw that the sharp sword in Lan Mingjian's hand was already close at hand, and he hurriedly turned around and waved the dragon descending staff to meet it.

There was a soft sound of "ding", sparks shot out, and the dragon head at the top of the dragon descending staff was directly aimed at the tip of the opponent's sword, Leng Xuan suddenly felt a strong force coming from his hand, making his entire arm have a feeling of numbness, and his face couldn't help but sink, and he hurriedly let go of the hand, and took the dragon descending staff with his other hand, and continued to compete with the opponent's sword.

I saw that the sharp sword stared at the dragon descending staff and slowly moved forward, while Leng Xuan retreated step by step, and with each step back, he stepped out of a footprint on the ground, no, to be more specific, it should be a pit the size of a footprint.