Chapter 402: Wang Jian Sword Style
"This can't be!" Yu Lang screamed.
He is a Spirit Supreme peak powerhouse, or a very high-ranking powerhouse in the Spirit Supreme Peak, and the other party is just a Spirit Supreme Beginner Rank, or the kind that has just broken through, how can he be able to fight against him?
The collision of the sword light and the giant palm, the sword light, little by little, cut into the giant palm, and the mortal dust leaped from the sword light, and a sword was in the air, stabbing at Yu Lang.
A sword appeared in Yu Lang's hand, slashed, and the sword was like a long rainbow piercing the sun, blasting towards Fan Chen, and then, his left hand was sealed, and the ice storm swept out.
Shoot, mercilessly, every move, is to kill mortals.
In the face of Yu Lang's unsparing attack, Fan Chen did not have any fear, his expression was calm, only in his eyes, the essence was shining, and there was a kind of excitement in the depths of his pupils.
The golden-red blood of his body was thick like magma surging in the blood vessels, bringing bursts of powerful power to his body.
This is the power of the Celestial Body Sutra, so big that mortal Chen's whole body trembles, and his physical body has actually reached such a point, which really surprises and delights him.
The sword light was sharp, and with a sword, the ice storm was cut, and his body twisted in mid-air, and with mysterious skills, he avoided the sword light Changhong that Yu Lang slashed out, and approached quickly.
Hand-to-hand combat has always been what Fan Chen is best at, and in the face of Yu Lang, a strong enemy whose cultivation is far better than his own, Fan Chen will not be stupid enough to give up his strength to fight with the other party.
Making up for one's own shortcomings and infinitely amplifying one's advantages is the right way.
Approaching, dozens of swords were heard, and the dense sword light was like a torrential rain, blasting towards Yu Lang, with nowhere to dodge.
A sword slashed. An arc-shaped light shield appeared around his body, stubbornly resisting the torrential rain
The bombardment of the sword light, the ripples layer by layer, the light mask shattered, and the sword light also dissipated.
Yu Lang raised a palm in his left hand, and when he pushed it out of the air, a rumbling sound sounded, as if a mountain was overwhelming.
The terrifying momentum swept and hit the mortal dust, instantly. Fanchen feels like facing a riot in the ocean, and people seem so small in front of nature.
However, Yu Lang's attack only had a hint of the momentum of the ocean, not the real ocean, and the mortal dust was not impossible to fight.
The wooden sword was raised, a flash of silver light. Quickly rush up from the sword grid, interpret the extreme of the edge, and finally condense on the tip of the sword.
Chop!
Wang Jian's sword formation sword power, the true meaning of the slash.
A sword fell. The overwhelming power of the bombardment, under the sword, was divided in two.
The real sword lies in the uncast edge. A sword breaks through the heavens and the earth, whether hard or flexible.
The wrist flipped, and the edge of the wooden sword was like water. A sword took advantage of the situation here, and under the true intent of the stab, it pierced through all the edges, making Yu Lang's pupils shrink sharply, this sword was very strong, and he didn't dare to be hit.
"Damn, how could this guy be so powerful" Yu Lang's heart roared.
The gap between the peak of the Spirit Supreme and the initial level of the Spirit Supreme cannot be calculated, and if you want to kill him, it should just be a matter of moving your fingers, which is easy and effortless.
Even if the other party is the top peerless genius, he is just spending a little more strength, which is insignificant.
He believed that even a rare demon could span one or two battles, but it couldn't cross three.
But what's going on now?
Why is it that a Spiritual Supreme Beginner can compete with himself, the Spiritual Supreme Peak, and not fall behind at all.
Puzzled, Yu Lang felt extremely puzzled.
At the same time, he also felt cold, such a person, such strength, if he grows up, it is not very terrifying, and the future will definitely be a peerless powerhouse-level existence, and even, he can impact speechlessly.
As soon as he thought of this, Yu Lang's heart trembled a little.
I have already torn my face with the other party, there is only life and death, the more powerful and amazing the other party behaves, the more you have to kill, otherwise there will be revenge in the future......
The killing intent boiled, and under the rich bloody aura, it continued to expand.
Yu Lang's eyes were full of bloody scarlet.
The strength of his shot was two points stronger, and the speed was one point faster, making his attack more powerful.
For a time, the pressure of mortal dust increased somewhat.
Dodge, counterattack with a sword, hand-to-hand combat, and advance and retreat freely under increased pressure.
Fanchen's body moved rapidly around Yu Lang's body, although in the Fanhua Battle Palace, even the supreme powerhouse of the realm could not fly, but if the control of his body and strength reached a certain height, he could still achieve a short period of air.
The control of the body and strength is not difficult for mortals.
A sword stabbed out, the clouds surged, the sword pierced through the clouds, the sword light was extremely sharp, and it stabbed at Yu Lang silently.
Yu Lang only felt that a surging cloud and mist suddenly appeared around him, with a sticky force, he slowed down his movements, and in an instant, a highly condensed sword light, silently, pierced through the clouds and mist, and shot out.
A chill surged from the depths of his heart, and Yu Lang felt the ultimate crisis.
"Ice Palm!" With an angry roar, Yu Lang slapped out his palm, and a huge ice-colored palm appeared, as if it was composed of thousands of years of cold ice, and the palm prints on it were like glacial cracks, which were clearly visible.
The huge ice palm swirled the clouds and mist, and was stabbed by the sword light of the Cloud Piercing Sword.
Ice palm, but one of Yu Lang's mastery, close-quarters ice exercises, powerful, the blood of the middle person coagulated, frozen, torn apart, even the Yuan Shen will be affected.
The ice palm is heavier than the surface attack, a whole piece of bombardment, and the sword style of the king sword formation is the opposite, heavier than the point attack, condensing all the power and penetrating.
Point and surface, each has its own merits.
The ice-colored giant palm, under the sword formation of the king sword, was pierced, and the sword light still pierced Yu Lang, and the ice-colored huge palm did not collapse, it still bombarded towards mortal dust.
The icy cold aura permeated, and Fan Chen didn't want to be hit, Wang Jian's sword formation ended, and the wooden sword quickly rose and fell.
The fourth style of the king sword sword formation - the ultimate sword slashing style!
The sword that fell, the sword light was extremely sharp, spreading all the hard, the ice was not a problem, the ice palm, separated by the sword of Fan Chen, was cut into two, bombarded and fell to the left and right, exploded, and suddenly, the ground on both sides was frozen, and quickly spread.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" A question flashed in Yu Lang's heart, and he was immediately overwhelmed by the killing intent.
Yu Lang's strength is very strong, and the difference between his cultivation and mortal dust is too big.
The fifth style of the king sword formation - extreme control sword slashing style!
The sixth sword style of the king sword formation - extremely shattered sword slashing style!
The wooden sword was in the hands of mortal dust, and it was a powerful sword style.
After passing the master and becoming a supreme grandmaster kendo powerhouse, the power of the sword style has been greatly improved, and it has become even stronger.
Fan Chen also discovered that the power of those swordsmanship, especially the top-level sword style, could only be fully displayed if it was pushed by the supreme power.