Today's Zhao Hao has also accumulated a certain amount of fighting experience, and he is extremely sensitive to the feeling when he hits the target.

That's it!

The moment the sword was released, Zhao Hao had this feeling.

It's like when he shoots a step-back jumper on the basketball court, and he knows if the ball is in or out the moment he shoots.

The Blood Drinking Demon Sword is in the middle of the heart of the Fengyun Sword.

The sword that must be hit is indeed worthy of its name.

The lonely Fengyun Sword, which is as lonely as snow, finally has a trace of mood swings.

There was a hint of surprise in his deep eyes, and Gao Leng didn't seem to understand how the other party's sword hit him.

At the same time, Zhao Hao was also stunned.

The sword that must be hit is like a wooden sword piercing an iron plate, and it can't penetrate the silver-white armor of the Fengyun Sword at all.

"It's not scientific, buddy, 756 points of combat power, superimposed on the power of the third type of special move, how can this move be said to have the power of a thousand combat power, even high-level mutant armor can poke a hole, how can you not pierce his armor?"

Zhao Hao's heart fluctuated, the opponent's perverted armor defense was really incredible.

He didn't have time to think about it, the Fengyun Sword had already made a move.

The silver-white sword was wrapped in a strange wave of qi, and stabbed it indifferently.

This seemingly insipid sword made Zhao Hao feel a lot of pressure.

Zhao Hao, an opponent who knows how to use Gang Qi, has seen a lot, but the qi waves of those people are relatively scattered, and they have not formed the power of the legendary bullet. However, the Gang Qi of the Fengyun Sword is unique, condensed into an entity, extremely dense, and when released out, it really has the power of bullet shooting.

This cold boy didn't seem to disdain to hurt the enemy from a distance, he condensed the gang qi in the sword body, and the entire sword was wrapped in a layer of white light, and the power was amazing, as if he could cut everything.

Thankfully, the Blood Drinker has a "never wear" effect.

Otherwise, there is a real chance that the opponent's blade will cut a few gaps.

Hundreds of blood-colored sword rays appeared out of thin air, and Zhao Hao used a blood shadow sword dance to forcibly scare back the opponent's attack.

A hint of surprise flashed in Fengyun Sword's eyes, and the white-haired birdman on the opposite side burst out with hundreds of sword lights at once without gaining momentum, which really exceeded his expectations. As a swordsman, Gao Lengboy found that his opponent's style was not like a swordsman at all, and a disagreement was a variety of sassy operations, but it had an unexpected effect.

Surprised to surprised, Fengyun Sword avoided the hundred sword rays lightly, and the whole process was indescribable.

The two widened their distance, and Zhao Hao wanted this effect, and suddenly launched a surprise attack.

Death Streamer!

I saw that the white-haired sword demon sword was united, and stabbed towards the handsome face of Fengyun Sword.

He didn't believe it, this kind of place without armor covering, Gao Leng boy could still withstand it.

While!

There was a crisp sound, and a small shock wave appeared in the air.

Pedal Pedal Ped

Zhao Hao took three steps back, his mouth was numb, and he almost didn't hold the giant sword in his hand.

The cleverness of Gao Lengboy's blocking timing and the strength of his strength simply broke through the sky.

Zhao Hao could have used his wings to fly to unload the force of the impact, but at this moment, he lost his temper and took his wings back, without even opening the berserk gene lock, and he was determined to be on a par with Fengyun Sword in a dignified manner.

"Pick up!"

Next, the Wind and Cloud Sword launched an offensive.

This cold boy has a master's demeanor, and he also gave a friendly reminder before making a big move, disdainful of hurting people with hidden arrows.

The continuous sword light enveloped Zhao Hao like a storm.

In just a few seconds, the white-haired birdman jumped for a while.

His biggest flaw was once again exposed: a lack of style.

Without that kind of elegant and fast body, Zhao Hao had extremely difficulty dodging.

He single-mindedly adopted the tactic of attacking instead of defending, a routine that he had practiced in the Battle of the Ice Plains, and almost put Emilia in a desperate situation. Today, it is used again, and the effect is even better, after all, the 756 points of fixed combat power are there, and his every move and style has far more power than at the beginning.

Fengyun Sword's expression was a little strange, and among the rumors he had heard, the white-haired Sword Demon was a peerless swordsman who was as lonely as snow, with the demeanor of a great master, however, ...... In practice, this is not the case at all.

The routine of the white-haired sword demon is more torturous than the way to specialize in the next three ways, and this guy specializes in slapping the face.

After more than a dozen rounds of fighting, the attack direction of the white-haired sword demon always covered the head of the Fengyun Sword, in plain terms, it was to cut his face, stab his nose, stab his eyes, cut off his ears, and cut his neck...... In short, it is to greet the place that the armor can't cover!

What made Fengyun Sword feel even more strange was that the white-haired sword demon only had two moves over and over again!

In fact, the Sword of Killing has currently unlocked a total of three moves, and the sword that must hit has a cooldown time, and Zhao Hao can currently use the Death Streamer and the Blood Shadow Sword Dance.

The two tricks were eaten all over the world, and the two fought fiercely for a hundred rounds, and it was difficult to distinguish between them.

This battle presents two extremes, the swordsmanship of the Fengyun Sword is profound and changeable, as if it integrates the essence of the world's swordsmanship, and it performs a hundred moves without repeating it. And Zhao Hao repeated those two moves, but with the instantaneous effect, he was always able to attack instead of defend to save the danger.

The older Zhao Hao gets, the more enjoyable he gets, and his comprehension of the sword of killing has reached a higher level.

With more than 700 combat power, his physical fitness has also been greatly improved, and it is no problem to fight for another hundred rounds.

According to his estimates, if he fought another hundred rounds, he would have the hope of breaking through the Sword of Killing to the realm of Xiaocheng.

"A great opponent who can improve himself."

This is what Dong Gantian said to Zhao Hao before parting, Zhao Hao, who also takes the battle-type evolution route, agrees with this sentence, the Fengyun Sword in front of him is a good opponent, and it has greatly improved Zhao Hao.

It's a pity that he regarded Fengyun Sword as an opponent, but Fengyun Sword didn't treat him as an opponent.

After a hundred moves, Fengyun Sword was very familiar with the white-haired birdman's routine, revealing a look of disappointment.

He jumped out of the battle group and spoke a few steps away: "You don't have a gang qi, you haven't evolved a mutant level yet. ”

This is not an interrogative sentence, Gao Leng boy's tone is quite affirmative.

"Enough for you!"

Zhao Hao was having a good time, the dead duck had a hard mouth, and rushed over again after speaking.

With a bang, Fengyun Sword opened the giant sword and said coldly: "Use your strongest move, otherwise you won't have to fight anymore!" ”

"You brought it on yourself, don't blame me for dying!"

Zhao Hao was angered by the other party's arrogant attitude, and immediately opened up all his firepower.

Rampage!

Wild Dash!

And, he opened his wings!

The real man's 1512 points of combat power in five seconds, coupled with the inertia brought by the instigation of the wings to dive from a high altitude, this move is really amazing.

A flash of light flashed in the starry eyes of the Fengyun Sword, and the long hair suddenly flew up.

The masters in the novel are all windless and automatic, but this cold boy is windy automatic.

Wind!

A sudden gust of wind enveloped the Wind and Cloud Sword.

This is not the wind in nature, but an evolutionary that has opened the high-level genetic lock, and it has its own wind attribute. Just as Red Chili Pepper's gene lock comes with a fire attribute attack, Fengyun Sword's gene lock happens to have a chilling wind attribute!

In that fierce wind, the overwhelming sword qi spread.

The fierce sword qi formed the substantial shape of a fishing net, netting the white-haired birdman who swooped down in mid-air.

Immediately after, an even more incredible scene happened.

The sword net that trapped the white-haired sword demon suddenly contracted violently.

Zhao Hao struggled desperately with the strength of a real man for five seconds, but he couldn't break through the terrifying sword net.

"Sword intent?"

Zhao Hao's heart struck suddenly, the qi released by the ordinary mutant powerhouses was all straight up. Like the Fengyun Sword, the sword qi was condensed into a net, and the sword net also had a spiritual master, and he definitely comprehended the legendary sword intent!

The white-haired birdman trapped in the sword net couldn't break free no matter what.

When the effect of the berserk gene lock dissipated, Zhao Hao, whose combat power had plummeted, realized the horror of the sword net more and more.

Click!

Click!

A series of shattering sounds sounded, and the hard mid-level mutant armor was cut hundreds of holes by the sword net that was tougher than the heavenly silk. Zhao Hao was bleeding profusely, and his long hair was cut off a few locks.

As long as the Wind Cloud Sword exerts its power again, the sword net can completely shatter the armor, causing the white-haired birdman to turn into hundreds of pieces of minced meat.

Zhao Hao was discouraged, and the opponent's bull fork exceeded his expectations.

Bang!

The sword net disappeared suddenly, and Zhao Hao fell to the ground, his hair scattered, covered in blood.

The sword of the Fengyun Sword was returned to the sheath, and he said without saltiness: "No attributes, no artistic conception, you are not my opponent." ”

Zhao Hao sat there with a dead face, and more than 30,000 sentences of mother selling criticism surged in his heart.

He originally thought that he would be able to get back on the field today, and he would be ashamed of that day.

How do you know that he is ...... I was insulted by the cold boy again!