The long sword, one foot wide and seven feet long, is like a rectangular ruler, and it is especially heavy.

Every time he swung it, he didn't mind Yan Peixue's severed head at all, but accelerated the atmosphere of the battle.

Xiang Yu, with the cooperation of the sword blade and the tip of the sword, even Yan Peixue's eyes lit up.

This kind of battle is really a bit different, the use of swordsmanship, in Xiang Yu's eyes, too many actions are a waste of time, it is better to slash directly.

With the strength of the skill, the battle is so strong that Han Zhu has no strength to fight back at all, domineering swordsmanship, and does not agree with the view of the mud.

With a sword move that opens and closes, Han Zhu prepares, but every time the blade collides with the wings, there will be a vibration.

That's an aftershock! The blade of the sword fell on a hard object, and the force was too great, and the aftershocks were directly generated.

"Drink! Do you really think I can't do anything about you? The momentum of the sword changed suddenly, and its wings swung violently, like sharp blades, cutting around.

Xiang Yu didn't care about the attack of the wind blade at all, and directly stood the long sword horizontally, resisting the wind blade, and he could also defend as an attack.

"Noise!"

Xiang Yu stepped on the air with one foot, the air compressed to form a banging sound, rushed into the air, borrowed his waist strength, and slashed down with a sword!

The black qi flowing from the feet of the Han Qi is the demonic qi, and the wings have become a means of attack, and the demonic qi is also covered on the wings.

Even the claws were covered with a black demonic aura, which looked a little uncomfortable.

"A few hundred years ago, the demonic qi of Han Qi was not so strong, and it was a lot more refined, and when the time came to break through to a new realm, it would be troublesome." Zhang Daoxiang said worriedly.

They have been resisting, and their strength is also improving, but the strength of the monsters cannot stay, maybe the speed of the powerful is much faster than theirs.

"Even if there is a breakthrough, will the one admit his existence?" The corners of Li Xiaoyao's mouth hooked up a smile.

The mysterious conversation made Zhang Daoxiang's face stunned, and then nodded clearly.

That's right, there is that existence, even if Han Qi really breaks through, so what.

If it really exists, why not come out and stop it? This disaster will have the ability to be reversed in the end, and who will make up for the mental threat.

Even if you know it, no one will stop it, and even if you break through to the god realm, the supreme realm, you will feel powerless.

Even if the demon appeared in front of him, the disciples of Longhu Mountain and Maoshan who had been shouting to kill the demons and eliminate the demons were all silent.

Don't get rid of the devil, but put your life in it.

The battle between the two was fierce, Xiang Yu's combat power was really good, even if you were one of the four fierce beasts, Xiang Yu still had the ability to suppress you.

This is the original generation of fierce generals, the huge long sword, slashed on the wings of Han Zhu, and the vibration that came made Han Qi very unhappy.

Although there is no actual damage, the pain will not deceive, and Chaos and Qi Qi are not easy to interfere with, and Yan Peixue is staring at them.

After the first sword was shot before, he never intervened, and a fair and just competition was held in the eyes of all the big factions.

The hole cards of the Han Qi gradually turned over, and the frequency of the use of demonic qi began to increase, just like the demonic qi stained with acid rain, with a strong corrosive ability.

"You still want to fight me with this little injury, I really doubt how you controlled me at that time." Xiang Yu shook his head when he thought about it, feeling ashamed, someone of such strength actually controlled him.

The fire in his heart rose, and the long sword was burning with flames, and in the next second, the blade suddenly stopped in mid-air, and even Xiang Yu's body stiffened.

"That's all I have to do, but why don't you move? Struggling, let's try to see if you have the ability? Han Qi's face darkened, and he held back his anger, saving Yan Peixue a chance to make a move, but he had no chance to resist.

The use of that demonic qi is not only corrosion, but also a slight anesthesia, and Xiang Yu, who has never felt it, also corroded the medicinal properties of the anesthesia into his heart when he was angry at the end.

Only then did there be a scene of stiffening, Yan Peixue could see it clearly with the help of Lin Xiu's body, it was really a good means.

But even if he was anesthetized, and with the help of thunder and lightning, it was a big deal to baptize the body in the sub-body.

For him, the purple and black divine thunder is like eating and sleeping, and he can be baptized once a day.

But occasionally one night shift, you can still not be baptized, and the biggest advantage is that the purple and black god thunder can be used on others.

If the self-created faction and excellent disciples can be baptized by the Purple and Black Divine Thunder, then with the baptism of the Divine Thunder, there will be countless disciples rushing to it, and even the elders will appear many.

The sharp and cold wings slashed towards Xiang Yu, and if he had no right to control it, then kill it, lest he stay and have a long night.

Yan Peixue is not far away, how can she let you kill her.

Even if you don't move, the sound of several swords colliding resounded in the air.

"Qi and blood are reversed, and the swordsman is divided into two points." Yan Peixue said softly.

Xiang Yu immediately comprehended these words, forced his qi and blood to turn upside down, and a mouthful of blood spit out directly out of his throat, even the hand holding the sword became his left hand, and a feeling of discomfort quickly changed to a suitable one.

The mouthful of dirty blood that spit out was the anesthetic toxin, the anesthesia that simply broke the demonic qi, which made Han Qi feel angry.

Xiang Yu, who was holding a sword in his left hand, was a little uncomfortable at first, but over time, he also began to have a smooth hand.

For Hanji, it was the pain, and he needed to pay attention to the threat on the right all the time, but now he had to pay attention to the left.

Completely unaccustomed to it, leaving him with direct scars.

Xiang Yu's eyes froze, this clumsy swordsmanship couldn't even be seen by him, but it could actually leave sword marks.

It doesn't matter if it's a black cat or a white cat, as long as you can catch a mouse, it's a good cat.

It doesn't matter what swordsmanship you have, it's useless if you can't kill people, only if you can kill people and leave serious injuries can you call it good swordsmanship.

"Thank you for the guidance!" Xiang Yu bent down and said to Yan Peixue.

These evil ways are completely useless to the decent.

The meridians and blood qi are retrograde, this is the rhythm of going mad, even if others don't kill you, you won't live long.

But at that time, when fighting the demons, there were not a few people who died of the neurotoxin of the Han Zhu more than 400 years ago, and if they had known this method at that time, they would not have been killed or injured.

This question is worth pondering for Li Xiaoyao, if you rigidly care about something, but your life is gone, it is useless.

Perhaps this method is that when Yan Peixue fought against thousands of people, he was also eroded by the same toxin, and began to have a reverse flow of blood, and the meridians were reversed, so he was able to escape.

The power of one person's decisive death is unimaginable.

For example, before, everyone had already been killed by Xiang Yu, and the final result was that with Yan Peixue's guidance and Xiang Yu's understanding, the threat would be lifted immediately.

"Dog thief!"

Xiang Yu was really angry this time, but he was afraid of anger, so he always kept a little bit of heart this time, and he was not impulsive before.

Even the sword moves are paid attention to, and the reckless style of play wastes extra physical strength, in exchange for a gorgeous momentum.