The current "Ethereal Sword Technique" in Zhang Xiaotian's hands presents a very different form from the past, which can be gathered or dispersed, divided or combined, not only limited to the state of large clouds and mist, it has long been changed casually!

His sword momentum swam in the sword momentum of the man in white, although it was not as powerful as it was, it was also difficult to be suppressed.

Finally, when the momentum was exhausted, the two swords finally exchanged blows, but the sound was very low.

Zhang Xiaotian raised his eyebrows, and the thousands of machines in his hands unfolded, the sword light was vertical and horizontal, flying all over the air, as if there was a rainstorm and a violent wind, and every change and killing machine was a wisp of wind and a drop of rain, hidden in the frenzied and miserable airflow, overwhelming.

The man in white didn't look very old, but he felt extremely dangerous, even more than when he faced Fan Jingtang.

Therefore, he made a strong attack, and he must take the lead.

It's a pity that his attack is too simple in the eyes of the young man in white, his mouth behind the scarf is slightly hooked in an arc, and the sword in his hand gently flutters and draws a circle, evolving into chaos, accommodating everything, and the slightest spatial turbulence overflows, highlighting the horror of the void.

One attack, one defense, one defense and one attack, the two exchanged many moves in a few breaths, each move pointed directly at the opponent's flaws, but either fell into the trap or was blocked by the other party, all in vain.

Seems evenly matched?

But Zhang Xiaotian didn't think so, he only felt that the white-clothed masked man opposite was the strongest martial artist he had ever fought in his life, and he did his best, and the misty sword technique was extremely capable of changing, but no matter how the cloud and mist sword qi changed, he couldn't create an opportunity to use a killing move.

What's even more terrifying is that he feels that the other party is useless at all!

He even used his powerful spiritual power, covering all changes in Fang Yuan with his divine sense, but his judgment of the flow of the enemy's source power was always a little sluggish, and there was no way to target it in advance, which made him more and more careless, and he concentrated his whole energy on this young warrior wearing a white robe similar to himself, and on the sword in his hand.

While! The two swords struck each other again, and the thousand machines rebounded, but they suddenly trembled eight times halfway through, like slashing eight swords at high speed.

But the young warrior changed faster than him, and every time he "struck halfway" when his sword path was issued, he easily defeated him, making Zhang Xiaotian feel depressed and want to vomit blood.

There seemed to be a contemptuous smile in the young man's eyes, and he said in his heart: "This so-called genius is nothing more than that, I just used the skill of the sixth level of the source force, and I can easily deal with it." ”

At this time—

Bang!

An explosion rang out around the young man.

I don't know when, countless purple lightning suddenly appeared in the void around the two, and these scattered purple lightning suddenly lit up, condensed in silk, and turned into a thunderous dragon, as Zhang Xiaotian slashed out like a sword qi of substance, and pounced on the white-clothed young man with a fierce and domineering might.

The depression on Zhang Xiaotian's face turned into a smile, he didn't know the story he told with his sword, and the other party was not satisfied.

Well?

Interesting!

I fell into a trap!

It seems that from the first sword, he has been presetting traps!

But I lost my eyes.

The young man was not flustered, but his eyes showed interest, and the sword in his hand suddenly lit out like a storm.

Suddenly, the surrounding space became hazy, and there were snowflakes fluttering with purple petals, white and purple intertwined into a colorful one, revealing the cold meaning to the bone, making the people nearby couldn't help but shiver.

Lu Jun's originally relaxed expression was gone, his face was full of prudence and nervousness, this young man in white was definitely more than the sixth level of source power.

The masked warrior dressed in black water was none other than Bing Shiyi, and he didn't make a move, but paid attention to the battle between his own adults and Zhang Xiaotian.

Yu Mengyue looked at the young man in white through the gap between Lu Jun and Yu Minghai, the look in her eyes was extremely complicated, there was hatred, closeness, jealousy, love, and pity, all kinds of contradictions and extreme emotions flashed back to you, and finally turned into a cold resentment.

Qin Feng, my good brother, do you want to kill me like that?!

White and purple fluttered, and the sword in the hand of the young man in white turned into a surging white light, vigorous and mighty, like a collapsing snow-capped mountain, facing the purple electric dragon with a posture of burying everything!

The purple flowers around them instantly turned into powder under the heavy pressure, and these purple powders rose under the vigor and fluttered in the air, which was beautiful.

Bang!

The purple light skyrocketed, everyone's eyes were occupied by the brilliant purple, and the crisp sound of the two swords clashing was far away.

The ordinary people in the pavilion who had no martial arts fell to the ground one after another, and the young and beautiful female musicians also lost their faces and rolled to the ground.

"Run!"

I don't know who shouted, and everyone suddenly woke up, and in a panic, they rushed to the exit on the other side of the Moon Pavilion.

Wang Taishan sat on the ground stupidly, I don't know if it was because he was hit too hard, his brain was a little unconscious, and when he heard someone shouting "run", he also stood up and subconsciously picked up his piano and ran, but he ran in the direction of Zhang Xiaotian and the young man in white.

"Brother Wang, go this way."

It was Zeng Shiqiang who reminded him, although after Zhang Xiaotian scolded Wang Taishan, he also deliberately distanced himself from Wang Taishan, but after all, he was a friend who had been with him for many years, and when he saw that he was going to die, he couldn't help but remind him.

It's a pity that Wang Taishan's mind has long been confused, and he didn't hear Zeng Shiqiang's shouts, and stumbled forward.

At this moment, there is only one Zhang Xiaotian in his eyes.

"That's ...... him"

"It's this person who harmed himself......"

"Kill him......"

"Just kill him, and the reputation will come back......"

"Hahaha......"

"I'll kill!"

Wang Taishan came to the edge of the pavilion, suddenly laughed a few times wildly, and then pounced, and the lyre in his hand smashed into Zhang Xiaotian's head in front of him.

"I'll go, Brother Wang is crazy!"

Zeng Shiqiang didn't dare to pay attention to this madman anymore, and ran out of the pavilion.

The moment Wang Taishan pounced, it was just the moment when Zhang Xiaotian and the white-clothed young man exchanged swords, the light skyrocketed and then annihilated, the falling snow subsided, the purple electricity disintegrated, Zhang Xiaotian took five steps back, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the hand holding the sword couldn't stop trembling.

Boom!

The guqin smashed squarely on Zhang Xiaotian's back, he sensed it, but he didn't dodge, just shook it lightly, and flew out with Wang Taishan and the qin.

Smack!

Wang Taishan smashed to the ground, and the lyre was held in his arms when it was in the air, and Zhang Xiaotian didn't really exert himself, but it was intact.

He got up dizzily, there seemed to be a stream of blood in his chest rushing to the top of his head, his eyes turned blood-red, he took a few steps forward with the piano in his arms, and suddenly a mouthful of blood sprayed on the strings.

Airplanes~!

The strings of the lyre in his arms vibrated suddenly.

Human-machine unity!?

The young man in white was stunned.

(End of chapter)