Xu Fenglian has a killing move, called Stacked Waves.

Although it doesn't sound very domineering, it is indeed her killer move at the bottom of the box, and it is also one of the reasons why she believes that she is the protagonist.

This style was enough for her to cross the border and seriously injure or even kill a master without a realm, but it couldn't be used easily.

As the name suggests, if you want to exert its true lethality, you must gradually accumulate sword momentum in battle, and the sword momentum accumulated by this sword will burst out in the last sword, showing incredible power.

Now, with her strength, she can accumulate the power of seven swords at most.

From the fight to the present, she has actually produced more than seven swords, and the reason why she has been preparing to attack is just waiting for an opportunity.

Su Zhuo's treacherous "body method" made her very jealous.

If this sword is not out, it will be done, and if it is out, it will be hit.

So she has been observing Su Zhuo, like a dormant poisonous snake, patiently waiting for the prey to reveal irreparable flaws.

She finally waited.

Now is the time.

She suddenly drew her sword.

At the moment of the cold light, the aura in the room suddenly emptied.

This sword was very fast, far more than any of the previous swords.

It's like a flash of light.

All the rice paper fluttering in the air could barely tell the front and back, and they all cracked a narrow opening.

The Shocking Sword was powerless, and he immediately wanted to stop Su Zhuo and kill him.

However, Su Zhuo's expression was calm, and at this moment of life and death, he waved a heavy stroke towards the rice paper in front of him, but saw that the sharp ink was gushing out endlessly, rushing towards half of the rice paper floating in the air.

At the moment when Danqing was dyed with rice paper, the Shocking Sword also arrived, carrying the Shocking Sword momentum.

The blade of the sword landed on the paper as thin as a cicada's wing.

When the sword moves, there is wind.

The sword wind struck, startling the ink and blue on the paper, and they danced wildly on the paper.

It's still a little worse, though.

Su Zhuo knew what was missing, so he blew a breath.

Just like his habit every time he finishes painting, the ink on the paper can dry quickly when he blows down this breath.

He also blows now.

That's the tone.

blew open a piece of ink, and fainted a city of wind and rain.

It's done.

The ink was shaken open by the sword wind and turned into countless raindrops, which fell on the painting, which was a city.

It is the city of Wanghai that is shrouded in a downpour.

Xu Fenglian gathers momentum.

He Su Zhuo took advantage of the situation.

With the power of this sword, it became a painting in an instant.

Although it is impossible to fully depict the charm of this three-thousand-year-old lonely city, the scene of rain and wind is similar.

Enough is enough.

"This ...... How is it possible!" Xu Fenglian's face changed completely, and her eyes were full of shock.

Even the masters of Yao Zhenjing calligraphy and painting in the academy may not be able to make a painting in an instant, he Su Zhuo actually did it, although it was not perfect, but he did it, or at such a life-and-death juncture.

From the fight to the present, for the first time, she felt a sense of awe, and she was in awe of Su Zhuo, who was a great realm lower than her.

Then she remembered something, and her heart suddenly shook.

This sword cannot be dropped!

She desperately risked being eaten by the sword and forcibly withdrew the sword, but it was too late.

The indomitable slash slashed on the rice paper, and failed to roughly split it with a sword, but it seemed to be slashed in the sea of mud, which made the rice paper slightly shocked.

All I heard was a dull thud.

Suddenly—

The killing intent in the painting swept out like a raging storm.

Xu Fenglian wore a purple robe and suddenly hunted back, clinging to her delicate body, showing the delicate undulating curves of her body to the fullest.

The wind is like a knife.

Inch by inch, her white and smooth skin was cut, and the red blood flew out one by one.

Xu Fenglian's beautiful jade face suddenly turned pale, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, and the county lord, who had always been heroic and proud, rarely showed embarrassment, which made people feel pity.

Su Zhuo didn't pity it at all.

Because he knew that just like this, it was impossible to defeat Xu Fenglian.

Sure enough.

Not long after, when the wind swept by, I saw that the skin that could be broken by the blow was as good as ever, only the crisp sound of swords clashing.

Xu Fenglian didn't take out the sword, and the stunning sword was tightly held in her hand.

Although Su Zhuo had already guessed, he couldn't help but show a shocked look.

How can there be such a constitution in the world?

Every inch of Xu Fenglian's white and translucent skin flashed with sword light, and it was the three thousand green silks that were blown up by the wind and flew all over the sky, and they were also shining with sharp edges.

She really didn't have to draw a sword, because she was a peerless sword herself.

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The pouring rain beat frantically against the window.

The wind was also strong in the house.

Xu Jingwu's eyes widened in disbelief.

Everything is going in a direction she didn't expect.

Su Zhuo was only dipped in ink once, but he was able to swing a piece of danqing, which was unbelievable enough, not to mention that with the momentum of Xu Fenglian's sword, in an instant, all the wind and rain of a city were presented on the rice paper.

The amazingly talented Ding Jia of Yushan Academy did show similar techniques, but after all, that Ding Jia was the first person in the younger generation of the academy, and he had the cultivation of no realm, and Su Zhuo was just like a thought realm, how could he master such a divine ability?

However, what shocked her the most was Xu Fenglian.

Because she is too familiar with Xu Fenglian, but it is precisely because of this familiarity that this strangeness at this time becomes particularly strong.

It's Wu Yan, the sword idiot of the Haoshan Sword Sect, who has never heard of having such a miraculous physique!

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Su Zhuo looked at Xu Fenglian.

He was a little glad that Xu Fenglian was only in the upper realm of the Spirit Bridge now, and if his cultivation was higher, he would exhaust all means, and he would also have to drink hatred here.

There is no if in everything, at this time, Xu Fenglian is the cultivation of the upper realm of the Lingqiao.

So the look of shock only flashed in his eyes.

In Wanghai City tonight, there are not only strong winds, but also torrential rain.

Suddenly, there was a bang.

fell in Xu Fenglian's ears, and the sound was like a bullet piercing a steel plate, deafening for the first time in a long time.

The ink on the rice paper poured out, wilder than the torrential rain outside the window.

Drops of ink rained down.

Penetrated her body.

Red blood splattered out from Xu Fenglian's back, blooming with blood flowers.