Xu An raised the black sword and slashed it from the bottom up with an unusually arrogant attitude.

Although his sword was very decisive, in fact he was still hesitating between fleeing or fighting.

He heard that sneeze and knew who it was, but to say that the confidence was only a little more than just now, not for anything else, just because the other party was Wangshulou.

Just now, he was still hoping that Lord Luna-sama would not make a move, but now it seems that Lord Luna-sama could no longer choose not to make a move.

The powerhouses around him have all left, and he has to be more relaxed against Wu Wenkang, but no one knows when they will turn back again.

Xu An's black sword slashed at the oncoming fists, time seemed to stand still, and the two of them remained motionless.

Cheng Wu looked at this picture carefully, he could feel a powerful impact coming to his face, and even the blood stains on his body were dried a little.

'It's so strong!' was Cheng Wu's first thought.

Wu Wenkang withdrew his fists, clenched his hands, and punched again!

Closing his fist and striking again was much slower than his first attack, so Xu An jumped back and easily dodged this pair of fists.

Wu Wenkang looked down at his hands, there was already a layer of white cut marks on them, which were not very deep, but Xu An's sword had broken through his defenses after all, this young man was far more than the early stage of psychic!

"You go first. Xu An also looked down at his right hand and said, his right hand was trembling slightly, not very obvious, only he could feel it.

"I'll help you. Cheng Wu said.

After a fight just now, Cheng Wu couldn't see who had the upper hand, but when Xu An said this, it was naturally a bad situation, he thought that Xu An wanted to stay and fight with this elder, so even though he was injured, he was still ready to fight Wu Wenkang with Xu An.

Xu An scolded the fool in his heart, he didn't want to fight to the death with Wu Wenkang, he just wanted to take advantage of the time when the strong people around him left.

"No!" Xu An said these two words through gritted teeth.

He only had time to say these two words, because Wu Wenkang's fist had already arrived.

This punch is not much different from the first punch.

Xu An didn't choose the same way to resist, as if he couldn't see the fists, he raised the black sword with both hands and slashed towards the top of Wu Wenkang's head from top to bottom.

Like chopping wood, there was no grace at all, and he didn't know how anyone would feel when the sword was used like this.

Wu Wenkang put his fists across his head to block the sword.

This is the second time the two have met, and time has stood still again, but the ground under Wu Wenkang's feet is slowly sinking.

Both of them were visibly shaking their hands, just to see who could hold on to the end.

Cheng Wu looked at this picture blankly, he never thought that Xu An's way of fighting with people was so rough, as rough as chopping wood by himself.

Wouldn't it be better if you fought with someone like this? Why did you use a sword? No wonder this sword was so unpopular with Xu An.

Suddenly, Cheng Wu came back to his senses, because he found that Xu An tilted his head and gave him a signal.

Cheng Wu reacted suddenly, Xu An had just said that he would let him go first, and at this time, Wu Wenkang had been restrained by Xu An, so he naturally couldn't spare his hands to deal with himself, did Xu An let him go first?

Just go, without hesitation.

Xu An was even more angry when he saw Cheng Wu turn his head and run, raised a foot and kicked Wu Wenkang in front of him, and then scolded: "Why did I let you beat him, what are you running?"

Cheng Wu stopped a little embarrassed, it seemed to be a good opportunity just now, hehe, hehe.

Wu Wenkang took a few steps back by Xu An's kick, his fists and the black sword even brought out a series of sparks, and after stopping, he patted the stain in front of him, and a row of black lines appeared on his forehead, wanting to shoot again.

But he didn't have time to make a move, because Xu An took the initiative.

Xu An lifted the sword in front of him, and the spiritual power in his body radiated through this sword, each spiritual power was a sword, and countless swords flew towards Wu Wenkang.

The trajectory of these swords flying was neither straight nor oblique, they were completely random and forward, full of treacherous atmosphere, but the target they pointed to was very clear, stabbing towards Wu Wenkang from different directions.

Being able to use spiritual power to such an extreme, this young man is by no means as simple as the early stage of psychic! Wu Wenkang once again gave birth to this kind of thought.

Wu Wenkang knew that these flying swords were just a cover-up, and the sword in Xu An's hand was the biggest threat.

He was a martial artist, and he couldn't sense whether the spiritual power fluctuations contained in those flying swords were strong or weak, but he believed that Xu An would never delusionally think that he could hurt himself through these weak flying swords.

Sure enough, he saw that Xu An was closing his eyes slightly, and his knees were slowly bending slightly, as if he was preparing to launch his strongest blow when he was preparing to resist those flying swords.

When you reach the Gathering Stage, you can gather Spirits and transform to assist yourself in attacking, but it is only support, which is something that every Spirit Master who has reached the Gathering Soul Stage understands.

Dispersing spiritual power to carry out multi-directional attacks when facing only one enemy is widely regarded as the most idiotic approach, and Wu Wenkang believes that Xu An, who has reached the psychic stage, will not choose to waste a lot of spiritual power on these flying swords.

He didn't think the flying swords could hurt him, so he just punched straight ahead, believing that with his own strength, he could easily shatter those flying swords.

Wu Wenkang threw this punch and quietly looked at Xu An in front of him, he was a little strange why Xu An had not moved.

But then he understood, because those flying swords were not shattered by themselves, was it a trap?

Wu Wenkang's reaction was not unpleasant, he was puzzled when he saw Xu An standing still, and it wasn't until he threw out that punch that he realized that this was by no means a cover-up, those flying swords were all killing swords!

In fact, this attack consumed more than half of Xu An's spiritual power, and it seemed that Xu An was not ready to fight for a long time, and he was very worried that those people would turn back again.

Wu Wenkang's legs were bent, almost squatting, and then he suddenly jumped backwards with force, and the ground he stepped on was even squeezed and oozing out, leaving a large scene of sinking and cracking, which shows his sudden burst of terrifying strength.

As he stepped back, his fists were crossed in front of him, and those flying swords kept coming at him, each flying sword falling on his body would leave a white mark, his clothes had been shattered, and the two fists began to ooze blood.

Xu An naturally wouldn't let him breathe, Xu An moved, Xu An's slightly closed eyes opened a slit, as if an eagle had identified its prey.

The black sword hung in the air as if it was still, pointing directly at Wu Wenkang in front of him, his right hand clenched his palm into a fist, and he punched at the black sword, and the black sword was suddenly hit by a powerful impact and suddenly flew towards Wu Wenkang.

This is not the end, at the same time, Xu An's legs began to run at great speed, and the whole person even merged with the night.

As soon as Wu Wenkang resisted those flying swords, his left foot kicked back the ground and was about to stabilize his body, when he suddenly felt a great crisis.

No one knows whether the sword arrived first, Xu An's fist came first, or whether they came to Wu Wenkang together.

Wu Wenkang frowned, took a step forward with his right foot, leaned forward, and smashed his fists hard forward, which were two straight punches, one up and one down. One punch smashed into the black sword, and one punch smashed into Xu An.

Xu An naturally wouldn't choose to touch his fists with him, and whose fists were harder than a martial artist, wasn't that just looking for death.

Xu An suddenly stopped behind the black sword, and punched the black sword again!

'Oops!' Wu Wenkang suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.

Wu Wenkang thinks that he will definitely have the upper hand in fighting against Xu An, but how can Xu An not know this?

If Wu Wenkang used his fists to resist this sword, he might still be able to block it, but the fist that Wu Wenkang smashed into Xu An was obviously more powerful, and it seemed that he was determined to seriously injure Xu An with this punch.

The black sword stabbed the slit on Wu Wenkang's right fist, but it only went a little deeper, and it seemed that it was nothing more.

But the black sword suddenly received Xu An's punch again.

Sudden acceleration!

Wu Wenkang's left hand turned into a fist and held the black sword tightly.

Seeing that the black sword could no longer go deeper, Xu An then pulled it back, without pausing, and slashed another sword head-on the moment it was withdrawn!

Wu Wenkang didn't care to look at the injury on his right hand, and swung his left hand towards the sword like a sword.

Xu An was hit by this punch and took dozens of steps back, plunging his sword into the ground and settling his body with difficulty.

Xu An slowly stood up and gasped, although he took a lot of advantage, but to say that the consumption was much greater than Wu Wenkang, so Xu An caught this punch was much more difficult than the first time the two of them fought.

Wu Wenkang looked at his right hand, the tendon and bone of one finger had been severed, and it was not so bad that the whole hand was crippled, but he could only use the other hand in a short battle.

Wu Wenkang was furious, and caught up with Xu An's left hand and punched again.

Xu An swung his sword with both hands, and the ground under the feet of the two began to sink.

Xu An's consumption was very large, and his hands had begun to shake significantly, not because of fear, but because he had begun to lose his strength.

He could have chosen a more conservative way of attacking, at least he wouldn't have fought so hard, but because of Wangshu Tower in front of him, although there was still a long distance, this distance was not so difficult for the strong man on Wangshu Tower.

So he took out that sword, but he never thought that this elder was so difficult, and he really deserved to be Wangshulou.

The situation is deadlocked again, and it seems that the two are back to the first time they met.

So Xu An turned his head again and gave Cheng Wu a signal.

This time, Cheng Wu had already prepared, and when Wu Wenkang and Xu An were in a stalemate, Cheng Wu was already ready to attack.

Without waiting for Xu An to signal Cheng Wu, he had already rushed over, he knew that it would be difficult to break through Wu Wenkang's defense with his own strength, so he did not attack Wu Wenkang from the rear, but from the side, and the target was Wu Wenkang's right hand!

Wu Wenkang was very upset when he saw Xu An's movements, but he couldn't do much to deal with it, because Cheng Wu had been looking for opportunities since he first misunderstood Xu An's meaning.

Cheng Wu rushed forward at high speed and kicked Wu Wenkang's right hand!

"Hiss~" This was not issued by Wu Wenkang, but Xu An couldn't help but mock when he saw this picture.

A fine layer of sweat suddenly appeared on Wu Wenkang's forehead.

Xu An felt that the pressure he was under was light, and he naturally would not miss this opportunity.

Holding the black sword with both hands and dragging it down hard, Wu Wenkang's left fist instantly had a bloody wound.

Xu An then slashed another sword, which was the last sword of this battle.