Airplanes!

The black streamer was blocked by an invisible barrier, and it slowed down suddenly.

Almost at the same time, the immortal sword was unsheathed, and the tip of the sword turned, strangling the streamer like fish scales.

At this time, Gongsun Kang had already rushed up.

The violent black wind wave actually reached level ten!

Ye Changsheng couldn't help but be frightened, Gongsun Kang had not become stronger, but had become very strong.

With the storm came, there were small pieces of sword light, fast as ghosts, fleeting, and flying with a short ghost-like sound of breaking the wind.

The sharp voice was like an invisible steel needle, piercing Ye Changsheng's eardrum and burrowing into his brain.

However, Ye Changsheng, who has a strong soul power, how could his soul be broken, except for a moment of carelessness, a soul ray burrowed into his mind and was strangled, and everything else was blocked from his ears and eyes.

Although the Immortal Sword intercepted most of the streamers, it was inevitable that there was still a body defense that tore through Ye Changsheng's body protection and nailed it to his shoulder.

"Buzz!"

In Ye Changsheng's body, the crossed cross chains emerged, showing a patch of blue, blocking the fire attribute energy in the streamer.

The Urra scriptures blessed by the Blood Sutra also emerged, rippling out a piece of Buddha light, dissolving the dark energy in the streamer.

With a stabbing sound, Ye Changsheng's clothes still tore open a small hole, and the red blood seeped out.

In just a blink of an eye, the black storm completely submerged Ye Changsheng's figure.

Everyone watching the battle looked solemn, and many people showed a look of emotion, as if they didn't expect that Gongsun Kang's strength would become so strong.

Mu Qingke, the president of the Sword Forger Guild, couldn't help but sigh secretly, it is not unreasonable for people in the world to be willing to become sword slaves, just in exchange for temporary strength, just to be happy and revenge.

Wu Zhen's face was ugly, he had his sources, and naturally knew what happened to Gongsun Kang.

Gongsun Kang not only became a sword slave, but also became a demon.

He wanted to take Gongsun Kang away, and it was not his idea alone, but an order from the master.

However, judging from the strength shown by Gongsun Kang, I am afraid that not only will he not be able to take Gongsun Kang away, but he may be taken away by Gongsun Kang.

Even if he used the secret technique of the Fayan Sect, at most he would lose both.

Wu Zhen was a little worried about Ye Changsheng, Ye Changsheng didn't know that what he was facing was not Gongsun Kang for a long time, but a monster.

Xiao Baiyi's face turned pale, looking at the two figures flashing in the black mist, his mind was blank.

What was the strength of Gongsun Kang in the past, he knew how much he knew it, and because of this, the strength shown by Gongsun Kang now made him feel even more incredible.

He stood so far away, and he was still frightened by Gongsun Kang's momentum, if he put himself in Gongsun Kang's shoes, he was afraid that before the battle began, his will would collapse.

There were also black streamers, which were so fast that his eyes couldn't catch them, let alone intercept them.

From this point of view, he also greatly underestimated Ye Changsheng's strength, at least for three years, or even five years, he would not be Ye Changsheng's opponent.

Thinking of this, Xiao Baiyi was deflated for a while, naturally because of Ye Changsheng.

He couldn't be discouraged because of Gongsun Kang, just a sword slave, no matter how powerful he was, he would never become the target he wanted to surpass.

Su Yun's face was even more terrifyingly pale, in a real sense, this was the first time she had seen Ye Changsheng's duel, even if her strength was low, she could see that Ye Changsheng was on the defensive side.

Su Yunfang only said half of what she told her that day, during the few days that Gongsun Kang was in the Western Capital, the high-level master of the Supreme Realm who was not killed by him was cut off by him!

"Bang!"

At this moment, there was a boom in the center of the square.

The Xuanlong Sword and the Immortal Sword slammed together, and the bursting qi wave separated the two figures.

The white light on the black sword flowed, and the black light on the white sword flowed, and the two swords returned to their true colors in an instant.

Ye Changsheng's shoulders were already wet with blood, but Gongsun Kang opposite him was even more miserable, his clothes were torn several times, and the deep wounds turned outward, like a wriggling mouth.

Seeing this result, everyone watching the battle couldn't help but be taken aback, this was different from what they had always thought, shouldn't the person who was the most seriously injured be Ye Changsheng?

Master Solemn's expression was solemn, and he slowly told the truth: "Ye Changsheng's real opponent is not Gongsun Kang, but that sword. ”

"Uncle Huang, what do you mean?" asked Su Yun in a low voice to the idle prince Su Tianmu.

Su Tianmu looked at the two people in the square intently, and explained: "The relationship between the sword spirit and the sword slave is that of master and servant, so the first thing that the Xuanlong Sword has to protect is himself, and then Gongsun Kang. In the same way, it was the Xuanlong Sword that dominated the battle, not Gongsun Kang. ”

Su Yun said with a ridiculous face: "In other words, if Ye Changsheng wants to defeat Gongsun Kang, he must first defeat the Xuanlong Sword?"

Su Tianmu nodded, playing with the taste: "This is the truth, the situation between Ye Changsheng and Gongsun Kang is just the opposite." The reason why Ye Changsheng was passive was that he cherished the sword in his hand, and he was inevitably restrained everywhere. ”

Su Yun was even more ridiculous: "Ye Changsheng often said that the sword was used for use, how could it be on himself, but he was such a mother-in-law!"

Su Tianmu smiled and said nothing, Su Yun's words were more like an emotional vent, or she didn't understand what the Immortal Sword meant to Ye Changsheng at all.

Girl, you still haven't done enough, if you want to enter Ye Changsheng's heart, how can you not understand the Immortal Sword?

Bang!

On the square, Ye Changsheng's sword stabbed abruptly into Gongsun Kang's elbow, splashing a large area of blood.

The Immortal Sword, which had lost its strength, was pushed up by the hard bone general, forming a curved arc.

At this moment, the Xuanlong Sword was wrapped in a black streamer, and with the power of ten thousand jun, it slashed heavily at the curved sword body of the Immortal Sword!

Bang!

Ye Changsheng's mouth was bleeding, and he retreated sharply, and the paleness on his face flashed.

Gongsun Kang, who was opposite him, was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, his body shook slightly, dragging his left arm, which was almost abolished, and smiled strangely at Ye Changsheng.

Ye Changsheng's face was gloomy, and he looked at the immortal sword in his hand.

The Immortal Sword still trembled violently, emitting bursts of dragon groans.

On the blade of the sword, a black crack appeared!

Airplanes!

Just before the crack was about to expand, the Immortal Sword suddenly bloomed with a soft white light, enveloping the entire sword body.

The black crack quickly faded in color and finally disappeared without a trace.

Ye Changsheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the Xuanlong Sword in Gongsun Kang's hand, and said coldly: "Holding it in the hands of a waste, aren't you a waste? The reason why the master who cast you abandoned you is because you are a waste!"

Airplanes!

The Xuanlong Sword was steaming with blood and qi, and let out a piercing scream, dragging Gongsun Kang's broken body and rushing towards Ye Changsheng.