The sharp sword edge is pressing step by step, without giving in, the sword edge is weird and elusive, and it is often caught off guard without knowing it, and it is impossible to guard against it.

Jing Chong's body flashed left and right, and the steel knife in his hand continued to swing out fierce sparks like striking iron, but even so, in the face of the opponent's three-indiscriminate moves, it was still difficult to parry.

Soon, I saw him panting and retreating to the side, his nose and sideburns dripping with sweat.

"Haha, why don't you scream? Hurry up and take out the knife, isn't the knife in your hand quite powerful? Use it to cut my arm!"

Gongye Changxun did not stop while playing in his mouth, the sword moves in his hand were as tight as one step, and the ridicule in his mouth suddenly made Jing Chong look irritable under such internal and external attacks.

There are no superfluous words, Jing Chong seems to be plain, in fact, his heart has already boiled, the opposite sword move is unexpected, and he is often surprised to win at the moment when he wants to counterattack, and completely turns his moves back with overwhelming momentum, even the wonderful tricks of the hundred battles and seven swords have no room to be used, coupled with the repeated ridicule of the opposite method, it makes him panic in his heart, and he is angry, so that even if it is the right time, it is fleeting in this panic.

After more than ten rounds of fighting, Jing Chong had already become embarrassed, and the next moment he was careless, but he felt that the lumbar spine behind him was cold, and he was picked open by the opponent's long sword.

The hot feeling came madly, and the crimson blood flowed out, and the clothes were dyed red in an instant.

But fortunately, the clothes he was wearing were black linen, even if they were red with blood, they couldn't be seen, but the roughness of the linen clothes kept rubbing the wounds, which was even more unbearable.

"You can also taste the taste of being picked apart by a sword! Isn't it very pleasant?" Gongye Changxun said very cheerfully, and his whole heart seemed a little distorted at this time.

In the face of such a crazy provocation, Jing Chong gently wiped the wound with his hand, and did not answer, the knife in his hand waved again, and the rich blood flew up and down, his cold body flashed, and when the other party was arrogant, he waved the steel knife in his hand and rushed towards the opposite side, and the wild dancing steel knife dragged the blood and vigorously The momentum is like a bamboo, taking advantage of Gongye Changxun's carelessness, like a tenacious wolf rushing left and right, and in an instant he disrupted Gongye Changxun's firm defense line, and his body jumped and turned around and stood inside the ring, staring at the enemy on the opposite side, without the slightest hesitation, the knife in his hand slashed and swung out again.

This move "kill all the slaughter, wolf rush to the pig", is the fourth move of the most powerful of the four moves in the seven battles, this move is ruthless, accurate, fast, and there is a fierce word, holding the knife in the hand is wide open and closed, the lethality is great, and it is also a rare group combat skill.

Therefore, Gongye Changxun faced the fierce move in a hurry, and he was very passive, and was slashed out by Jing Chong's seven knives for a while, and he withdrew more than ten zhang backwards before he gradually stabilized his footing.

The long sword in his hand turned, but his lips, which were originally slightly surprised, trembled, and at the moment when Jing Chong's fierce move was fully unleashed, his body disappeared again strangely.

When Jing Chong felt the cool breeze under him, he gasped again, and the root of his thigh was attacked by the opponent's long sword.

Such a strange move frequently made Jing Chong deflated, and suddenly excited his hidden aggressiveness.

This time, he didn't care as much as he did when he was injured just now, and let the blood drip from the base of his leg, but he saw that his eyes were red and his face was like ice staring at Gongye Changxun opposite.

The knife in the hand is gently lifted upwards again, the body flashes between the violent wind, the tip of the knife is raised upward, the wrist suddenly flipped, but in an instant the move changed, the previous move is the first move before the knife momentum "splitting the wind and cutting the waves", but the knife turns with the person, spins and the fierce knife closes, the knife goes down the peak and stabs towards the chest of Gongye Changxun unexpectedly, and at the same time the blade is inclined to keep the defensive, but it is the second move in the "chaos".

One gang and one soft attack and one defense are used extremely skillfully, and the attack in an instant will resolve the desperate blow of Gongye Changxun on the opposite side, but even so, Jing Chong still did not have the slightest carelessness, and the steel knife in his hand did not stop, and then the next, "Sharpening the iron silently, flashing light".

The floating shadow flashed, and the knife passed by Gongye Changxun's face, but it did not stop, with the blade of the blade, the blade slashed towards the neck, this move is from the last four moves evolved out of the "death, kill all".

The seven fatal kills were cast in one go, and Jing Chong himself completely fell into a state of madness

It's not that Jing Chong is really crazy to have such a approach, he has his own plans, he knows that with his current ability, it is impossible to easily defeat the Yin Killing Sword in Gongye Changxun's hand.

Therefore, in such a situation, their own advantages can not be highlighted, and at the moment, they must take the opponent by surprise with a lightning speed, and then take the opportunity to counterattack, and then win by surprise.

There is a lot of "gambling" ideas in such a strategy, but at such a juncture, only one gamble is possible to get rid of the current passive situation and win this final victory.

And his idea was quickly confirmed in the following battle, and it was indeed a feasible method.

It's just that Jing Chong still underestimated the power of the long sword in Gongye Changxun's hand.

In the moment when he suddenly swung out the seventh move of "Slash and Kill", it could be regarded as a slight upper hand for himself in a short period of time, but this upper hand only lasted for a few breaths, and his situation once again returned to the previous passivity.

But seeing that Gongye Changxun has become a "little strong" who can't be killed, the long sword in his hand does not attack according to the normal routine, and each sword attack is greatly unexpected by people, and most of them are stabbed along the people's lower plate around the Hui and Yin, and the Yin is a fatal place in the human body, and the sword is unguardable, and this place is a shame for people, and it is difficult to guard against it everywhere, so it will give the other party an opportunity to take advantage of.

And without the support of the seven major killing moves, Jing Chong became more passive, the knife in his hand waved wantonly, even though the Seven Profound Knives of a Hundred Battles were powerful and mysterious, but under the despicable sneak attack of the other party, he still failed to effectively use the power between the major killing moves.

The seventy-seven forty-nine knives were chopped again, and then looked at the Gongye Changxun on the opposite side still looked unscathed and at ease.

As soon as such a result appeared, Jing Chong's heart suddenly sank to the bottom, even if he was unwilling, he had no way to vent it, and gradually this continuous accumulation of depression generated a kind of resentment that was difficult to release.

He is not complaining about others, but resenting himself, complaining that he did not work hard enough, and did not comprehend the essence of the Seven Profound Swords to the peak.

With such a thought, Jing Chong's knife became heavier and heavier, and like Zhai Xingniang before, the steel knife that was wielding wantonly also gradually converged its blood from the previous swiftness and incomparability, and slashed out, and the next moment there was no strength.

Gradually, not only did the entire blade lose a trace of blood, but even the sword moves hidden in his mind seemed to disappear out of thin air, and he didn't know where to go at all.

In such a dangerous situation, the enemy who was preoccupied with all his attention was still below, not to mention that he couldn't help himself? Therefore, it didn't take long for the steel knife in Jing Chong's hand to slam together with the long sword on the opposite side again.

This time, without the support of a huge force, Jing Chong was completely like a scholar who had no power to tie the chicken, under the influence of the huge collision force, the knife in his hand was raised, his wrist was soft, and the steel knife almost came out.

The huge concussive force spread wildly throughout his body, and Jing Chong's deep eyes gradually lost their concentration and became sluggish.

In an instant, the long sword on the opposite side slashed towards Jing Chong's neck with a powerful overwhelming momentum, the fierce sound of the wind was piercing, making people's hearts tremble, and the breath of death kept approaching him, and the familiar bloody breath was more like a huge hand, constantly tearing his nerves and dissecting his dusty blood-colored memories.

The scenes are bloody, miserable and helpless, and the red-dyed pictures continue to appear in front of them, making people a little breathless, and through the blood-red air, this moment seems to be completely frozen, and the whole world seems to be dyed red with blood.

Standing between the blood-red flashes was a young man in black, but under the rendering of red, the black clothes were completely covered by red, and he couldn't see his original face.

But he could clearly see that the boy was staring straight ahead, staring blankly.

Under the dull gaze of the young man, what appeared was a blood-colored cold knife with a terrible handle.

The blood-colored cold knife slashed downward with a fierce glow, and with each slash, pieces of splash flew out of the void, accompanied by a miserable heart-stopping cry.

A pair of round pupils then dilated, full of endless fear and unwillingness, as well as unspeakable pity, comfort and unwillingness.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

A few hideous faces, twisted smiles, and hoarse voices sounded like demons in hell, slashing wildly, ignoring the splashes of blood, numbly ignoring the life under their feet.

"Chong'er, run, you have to survive well!"

Immediately, a pair of eyes full of comfort gradually lost their color, but the words left behind continued to fill the ears.

"Survive well, survive!"

The last sound seemed to suddenly enter a cave, and it reverberated wildly, unable to disperse for a long time.

In an instant, the tall figure fell to the ground, leaving only two horrible corpses and a sharp steel knife.

At this moment, Jing Chong's blood was also boiling.

"Survive! Father, he let me live!"

Jing Chong breathed rapidly, and his dry mouth muttered involuntarily.

And in the red world that the eyes see, there is only such a tall figure at this time, and the reassuring eyes when they finally leave.

Suddenly, a kind of pain from the depths of the soul swarmed around, and the qi and blood around the body seemed to be stirred with a stick, constantly undulating and colliding.

The dullness of the chest is like a sledgehammer constantly beating, and every time it is beaten, there is an indescribable depression and suffocation.

In his gaze, there was no color except red, he was angry, he was unwilling, he hated, he missed.

All the emotions gathered in one place, like a sharp knife madly stabbing his body and stabbing his soul.

Inexplicably, Jing Chong felt that a certain part of his body was constantly growing, and it was indescribably powerful, let alone uncontrollable.

It came so ferociously that it flooded its entire consciousness in an instant.

And he only has one belief, survive!