He Xiaoshi squinted slightly.

The wisps of sword intent that shrouded his body were too strong, and his eyes couldn't help but sting a little.

At the same time, a sense of crisis suddenly rose from his heart.

He Xiaoshi smiled bitterly in his heart, knowing that this was definitely not the moment of hesitation, if he didn't resist with all his might, he was afraid that he would end up in a different place in the next moment.

"This girl is crazy!"

He Xiaoshi silently thought in his heart, and was about to make a move, when the snow-white giant sword that was permeated with sword intent and seemed to be able to cut through the void, under a buzz, he turned around and stabbed straight towards He Xiaoshi!

A heavenly foundation building coercion that seemed to be a substance locked He Xiaoshi at the same time.

It's as if a monstrous bloodthirsty beast is being targeted!

He Xiaoshi's heart was cold, and he didn't want to run the Heavenly Dragon Eight-Step Footwork frantically, and the gray dragon under his feet appeared a hundred zhang away in a few flashes of his body.

However, behind him, the cold tingling sensation not only did not get rid of it, but became clearer.

The relative distance between the snow-white giant sword and He Xiaoshi's body did not become farther, but it became closer!

He Xiaoshi, who was constantly speeding, his eyes flashed with golden light, the essence and blood in his body tumbled, and the sound of waves was faintly heard.

At the same time, his body suddenly turned in the void, pulling the distance between his body and the snow-white sword for several points, and then his body spun violently until it fell to the ground.

The next moment, it stopped firmly on the ground.

He was actually planning to face Xia Han's Divine Sword Fusion Technique!

"Humph!"

Several thick breaths came out of He Xiaoshi's nostrils, and when his spiritual power was running wildly, his palms quickly doubled several times, and the two gray dragons shook their heads and swung their tails towards the snow-white giant sword that flew in.

In the blink of an eye, the snow-white giant sword was entangled by the gray dragon like a zongzi, and the giant sword, which was originally full of sword intent and extremely fast, suddenly hovered half a meter in front of He Xiaoshi's body at this moment, and the coercion disappeared by nearly half.

However, in the next second, countless needle-like snow-white rays of light emanated from the sword body, instantly penetrating the enveloped gray dragon.

Then, the sword body of the snow-white giant sword shook slightly, and in the sound of the sword like a phoenix, the gray long dragon shattered inch by inch!

The snow-white greatsword has seen the light of day.

The sword intent is better than before.

The coercion is unabated!

Then, the blade of the sword moved forward another three inches.

He Xiaoshi's clothes, under the close sword intent, countless cracks appeared.

It's just that He Xiaoshi's eyes didn't show the slightest flustery, but were clear.

At the moment when the giant sword hovered, he bowed his legs slightly, stabilized his body, and then the pale golden light on his fists flowed, turning into countless golden remnant fist shadows like wheels, bypassing the tip of the sword and smashing towards the body of the giant sword.

There was a cold snort from inside the giant sword, and before the fist shadow arrived, a layer of snow-white light appeared around the giant sword.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

After a few punches, the light shield quietly shattered, and the pale golden fist shadow smashed on the body of the giant sword without pause.

Like the sound of a giant hammer smashing iron, it keeps coming out.

The giant sword seemed to be enraged, and countless snow-white rays of light pierced He Xiaoshi's body.

The next moment, the clothes on He Xiaoshi's upper body turned into countless debris, drifting away, and on his body, countless white lines of different verticals and horizons appeared in an instant.

Perhaps Xia Han did it on purpose, but He Xiaoshi's clothes were not damaged at all.

He Xiao's forehead was sweaty, and he grinned and said, "It's really fucking painful," but the fist didn't stop at all.

The Dong'er girl in the distance opened her mouth wide and her eyes widened, as if she had seen the most incredible scene, and said, "What kind of physique is this guy, who can actually resist Sister Xia Han's sword intent?"

Then, Dong'er turned her eyes to He Xiaoshi's movements, and there was a speechless expression on her lovely face: "Why does this guy look like an angry monkey desperately smashing trees......?" Interesting. ”

I don't know how many punches I smashed like this, just when He Xiaoshi's surface aura was sluggish, on the body of the snow-white giant sword, the white light finally began to shrink after a few flickering frantically.

Seeing this, He Xiaoshi finally breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to withdraw his fist when Xia Han's slightly dignified voice came from inside again: "Yes, it is really an innate divine beast, and it can catch my strength so easily, since this is the case, I am not welcome, see if you can catch my real sword." ”

Countless swear words popped up in He Xiaoshi's heart, and he was about to speak out against it, but the body of the snow-white giant sword trembled, but it directly returned to its normal size.

With the fragrant wind, Xia Han's figure suddenly appeared, her slender and white hand tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, and on her beautiful face, a layer of white mist was attached, and the sword qi on it was overflowing.

"Prepare to catch the sword. ”

After Xia Leng said coldly, he raised the snow-white long sword horizontally regardless of He Xiaoshi's reaction, and was level with his eyebrows.

With this starting action, the sword intent, which was several times stronger than that of Fang Cai, emanated from all around it.

The wind rises, but it can't blow the three thousand green silk that Xia Han is as straight as a sword.

The fog cleared, revealing the beautiful face of Xia Han!

He Xiaoshi swallowed his saliva, and a sense of crisis flourished in his heart.

In He Xiaoshi's perception, Xia Han, who had recovered his true body, was more like a real sword.

The sword falls.

A bright electric light suddenly rose and fell.

It's extremely fast.

He Xiaoshi, who had been prepared for a long time, no longer dared to hide the clumsy heart of silently reciting the "Tao Sutra", and in the third of a second when the lightning sword light fell, the two big divine texts "Tao Jing" appeared in advance and protected He Xiaoshi.

The silver-white and golden-yellow lights collided together very quickly, and then made a sound like a real gold and stone clash.

Almost at the same time, the two auras that were both heavenly products but had completely different properties also suddenly collided together.

Silently, an invisible wave of qi appeared from between the two, and then suddenly dissipated between heaven and earth.

In front of the Dong'er girl in the distance, a strong wind appeared for no reason, blowing the green silk and shaking the clothes.

The word "Tao Jing" was finally shattered by the sword light, and dissipated into a handful of gold threads between heaven and earth.

Although the sword light was almost dimmed and disappeared, it still existed, and it kept slashing straight towards He Xiaoshi at a speed.

When the gold and silver light collided, He Xiaoshi only felt that his body had been hit by a huge object, and he staggered back, and at this moment, the sword light that was about to disappear slashed towards his throat!

Although the sword intent is about to disperse, it is still extremely sharp.

He Xiaoshi's almost instinctive body suddenly raised, and the sword light flashed away against his forehead.

A small piece of flesh was cut off by it.

Pale golden blood flowed quietly from his forehead.

Blood flowed into He Xiaoshi's eyes, making his vision look golden.

A wave of anger emerged that could no longer be suppressed.

He Xiaoshi suddenly raised his head, looked at Xia Han, whose face was slightly pale opposite, and his fists were quietly clenched.