Standing barefoot on the bank of the river, the blood on Yu Huaji's snow-white neck flowed, and the bright red in the mutton fat jade white was particularly eye-catching. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Fortunately, although the chess is poor, it is not fatal, and she still has a chance to survive.

The imperceptible sword qi before pierced the air silently, but fortunately, her soul was already strong and talented, so she had a faint premonition, and subconsciously turned her head, so she avoided that sword qi without danger.

At that time, the sword of the prince sword was hidden under the large-scale movement, so subtle, it made her a little afraid, and she couldn't help but have a thought, that is, if she experienced such a sword again, she might not be able to dodge.

Can the kendo comprehended from life and death be so strong?

Yu Huaji's face was still calm, like a statue of indifference, solemnity and sacredness, and it was impossible to see her inner thoughts at all.

Wang Zijian's face was cold, and all the killing intent was written on his face.

Under the dark skylight, the water in the river is cold and gloomy, turbulent and undulating, the sound of the water echoes, washing the mud and sand on the riverside, and some birds and beasts can be vaguely seen being washed away under the river.

On the riverside, Yu Huaji faced the prince's sword, and fell backwards without hesitation, tumbling into the river, like a feather.

Although the aura in her body was no longer enough to support the battle, there was no problem in performing light skills to float on the water, and her body jumped up again, stepped on the surface of the river, and ran towards the opposite bank.

The big river in the forest was not particularly wide, it was only less than 100 meters before and after, and on the other side of the river was another mountain forest, still dark, still dark, although she did not know where there was still life, but she had to retreat.

The sword idiot reacted extremely quickly, and two sword qi from top to bottom tore through the air and flew into the river, like two silver rays, blocking Yu Huaji's way forward, and in the next second, his whole person soared up, sweeping in the sky, like a pitch-black eagle.

The river was turbulent, the bottom of the river was pitch black, and the only sound of water was left in the silent air.

On the water, Yu Huaji ran towards the opposite bank, and in the sky, the prince's sword flew in the air, and the picture looked like an eagle catching a rabbit on the grassland.

The golden light broke the darkness, and the water surface was golden and sparkling, and it seemed to be tens of thousands of pieces of money under the golden glow of the Holy Maiden's sword, and the sword intent was full of eyes on the river, making the water surface under the snow-white bare feet restless, like boiling wastewater.

Yu Huaji stood on the river with her sword in her hand, and quietly slashed at the prince's sword flying in the sky.

The aura in the air frantically converged, like iron sand meeting a magnet, and thousands of golden points of light appeared out of thin air, condensing in front of her.

An incomparably dazzling and divine aura of a huge golden sword appeared in the sky!

The sword body is more than ten zhang long, completely condensed by pure aura, and the surging sword intent is restrained, and the sharp sword qi is wrapped around, full of the power to destroy the world and destroy the earth.

This golden illusory sword appeared too fast and too powerful, and even the prince's sword couldn't help but shrink its pupils.

He had to admit that although Yu Hongyi's kendo attainments were slightly inferior to him, the level of this sword performance was already the highest level, so he had to show a cautious and even dignified look.

This sword is the Dhara sword in the Holy Maiden's swordsmanship, and it is also a subtle sword move that combines magic and martial arts, and its power is amazing.

Yu Huaji is so skilled in the swordsmanship of the Holy Maiden, and naturally understands the disadvantages of this sword.

The Dhara sword is too easy to dodge, and although the golden heavy sword falls in the air, it is infinitely powerful, but it is inevitably a little too slow, if you see the clues and dodge to the sides, this sword is actually difficult to really hit the opponent.

But now, it is an excellent opportunity, and it is also the reason why Yu Huaji suddenly stopped and turned back to draw his sword.

The prince's sword flying in the sky didn't really fly after all, and it was too difficult to move the position as she wanted in mid-air, so after realizing this, she would turn around and shoot the sword so desperately!

This is the most perfect time in her deduction, the sword idiot prince sword in mid-air is already unavoidable, and has to take this sword hard, although she looks embarrassed all the way away, but why not look for the opponent's flaws to fight back, although the Daomen saintess has not experienced enough life and death games, but she is still the saint after all, she has amazing learning and adaptability, not to mention the top deduction ability, this sword back to the horse pistol, really killed the prince sword by surprise!

There were countless explosions in the sky, and it was because countless sword qi had been destroyed by the Dhara Sword.

The fierce and powerful Dhara sword slashed towards the prince's sword, like a sword falling from a guillotine.

Tearing through the wind and carrying the fallen leaves.

The sound of the sword echoed in the sky violently, and the gold in the dark night was particularly dazzling, like a small rising sun.

Wang Zijian solemnly watched this sword slash towards him, all the qi in his body exploded, and he rushed into one breath, and the aura on the surface of his body turned into countless sword qi in an instant, not knowing hundreds of thousands, like a violent storm, frantically bombarding the Dhara Sword.

The golden heavy sword is as powerful as a bamboo, its power is like a mountain, like the sea, and after breaking through the wind and rain of these sword qi, it can still rush to the three zhang in front of the prince's sword.

The surface of the river undulated, and the water burst into countless splashes, splashing towards the sky, and the mist was filled.

Those splashes fell again, like a rainstorm, and the Nadra sword tore through the torrential rain, carrying the fierce wind, so that the wind and rain were full of unimaginable violent qi.

The golden heavy sword tore apart the sword qi, carrying the wind and rain, carrying the violent sword intent, and it came in an instant, and it was not even the end of the strong crossbow!

Wang Zijian raised his sword, and the body of the black iron sword continued to tremble because it was full of sword energy, and let out a terrible sword roar, covering the sound of wind and rain.

The black iron sword forward.

The iron sword bought for a dozen taels of silver kept trembling, as if it was excited.

The prince's sword was in mid-air, towards the Dhara sword, and the sword was drawn.

A sword came out, the wind and rain were quiet, the golden light converged in an instant, and everything seemed to return to darkness.

Return to darkness, because the Dhara sword that emitted boundless golden light was torn apart, after all, it was a spell, and after the destruction, the sword intent collapsed, turning into countless points of light and scattered between heaven and earth.

Besides. There was also a crisp sound that echoed over the river, on both sides of the river, under the dark and mysterious mountains and forests and the dim sky.

Yu Huaji, who was standing on the surface of the river, was stunned when she heard that voice.

The prince's sword, who landed on the other side of the river, was also stunned.

In the darkness, they couldn't see their fingers, they couldn't see anything, but both of them were cultivators, and their eyesight was naturally extraordinary, and they could see through the night.

Yu Huaji's gaze looked at the place where the voice came from.

Wang Zijian bowed his head in silence.

He lowered his head and looked at the sword, looking at the black iron sword in his hand, the ordinary black iron sword that had been psychic and could one day grow into a peerless divine soldier, and the iron sword that was only sixteen taels of silver.

The black iron sword broke in two.

One was in the hand of the prince's sword, the other was inserted in the dirt, and the broken half of the sword was still straight, and it was better to bend than bend.

The sword idiot is broken, how much threat is there?

Yu Huaji looked at Wang Zijian quietly.

Wang Zijian looked at the remaining half of the iron sword in a daze, a little dazed, not knowing what he was thinking. (To be continued.) )