Princess Heyu frantically pounced on He Wenchang, but the sword momentum was the opposite of its momentum, fluctuating, like a wisp of cold wind, I don't know where it started, I don't know where it ends, it's difficult to grasp, it's hard to guess.

The sword light slashed through the crack in the golden armor with Wenchang, but fortunately, he opened the jade umbrella in time, which saved his life.

He Wenchang, who had condensed his body again, gasped, looked at Princess Heyu, who was more than ten meters away from him, and touched his chest with his left hand, which was wet and full of blood.

I was still hurt.

This sword is so fast!

"Slut, you dare to hurt me!"

He Wenchang's face was distorted and hideous like a demon, it was not that his mood had changed, or that he hated it to the extreme, but that he was about to make a move, and he himself couldn't completely control it.

Rumble!

The golden light around him suddenly converged, and the black glow suddenly exploded, and as the glow condensed, the air was filled with electricity, and this black glow turned out to be a strange thunderbolt.

The long sword in his right hand was raised, and it was like a fire that burned the sky.

"Slash!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of shouts, the long sword fell, heavy as Yue, the thunder roared, like the punishment of the sky, and there seemed to be a trace of purple-black thunder and lightning trembling around.

This sword is heavy, and the air flow in front of the sword collapses, and a whirlpool is formed, sucking the whole person of Princess Heyu.

With his momentum, there is really a feeling that the sky is falling, and ten thousand thunders are thundering, and I am the only one!

Princess Heyu was involuntarily sucked over, but she was not easy to deal with, and she still responded when her momentum was taken away, only to see her sword light spread out, becoming erratic, like a wisp of cold wind, I don't know where it started, I don't know where it ends, it's hard to grasp, it's hard to guess, with the heavy roaring knife constantly dancing, but it has never been crushed, just like no one can suppress a wind.

At the end of the momentum, the two swords finally exchanged blows, but the sound was very low.

Both of them have exhausted their sword strength!

Princess Heyu had a calm face, while distracting herself to sense the whereabouts of Zhang Sleeve, while the long sword was unfurled, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, flying all over the air, as if there was a rainstorm coming, every change and killing machine was a drop of rain, hidden in the miserable and crazy storm, overwhelming.

He Wenchang kept sneering, and the long sword kept smashing like a heavy hammer, smashing a big hole in the void with each blow, evolving into nothingness and accommodating the torrential rain.

One attack and one defense, one defense and one attack, the two of them kept interacting between attack and defense, and they fought many times in a few breaths, each sword pointed directly at the opponent's flaws, but either fell into the trap or was blocked by the other party.

Worried about the safety of Zhang Sleeve, Princess Heyu's long sword fell, absorbing the vitality of the surrounding airflow, making the heaven and earth seem to collapse and shrink.

The style of this sword changed suddenly, and it slashed at He Wenchang's head with an extremely strong and domineering momentum, and the angle, trajectory, and weakness of the expected choice of the sword were all impeccable.

It's a pity that the timing is not right! and Wenchang's eyes narrowed slightly, is this a mess of concern?

He took a mysterious step, like a black shadow, "shuttling" between the heavy sword qi and water curtains, and in one fell swoop, he got rid of the lock with Wenyu and went around to her side, the sword in his hand wrapped in the dark thunder and stabbed at her ear, specializing in the cover door!

This sword is not fancy, just fast, and at the same time, the black lightning electrode is completely shattered, completely dyeing the sword body and the surrounding space, like a dark night!

Rumble!

The sword momentum erupted, and the silent explosion continued, and Wen Yu only felt that the sea of vitality surrounding his body raised stormy waves, and he exploded inch by inch.

The sound of the piano sounded leisurely!

The phoenix roared again, swirling around the nine skies, trembling the primordial spirit, and making He Wenchang's movements pause again.

And Princess Heyu was overjoyed when she heard the sound of the qin, her eyes were full of fighting spirit, her long sword was folded, and she used the sword as a knife, raising fire to the sky, and the blue light was entwined, like thunder.

He Wenchang's eyes were dark and dark, and Lei Mang shot out three inches, and he seemed to be very angry.

Shame on you! Don't want to live!

The sword in his hand did not move and resonated, and the thunder burst out, disrupting the sound of the phoenix and the qin.

Zhang Sleeve appeared above the ruins of a camp tent a hundred meters away from Wenchang, and sat cross-legged in the void.

Her expression was cold, her eyes were waveless, she couldn't see the slightest retreat, and a mouthful of true yuan spurted out of her mouth, penetrating into the guqin on her knees, and her breath suddenly climbed to the peak.

This time, she fixed the strings with her left hand and stroked slowly with her right hand, not a single phoenix and dragon chanting syllables, but a series of notes and flowing water.

One by one, the notes were like knives and swords, cutting through the sky, cracking the earth, and Wen Chang's right hand that was about to be raised seemed to have an extra layer of restraint, and it bounced out like a puppet.

His hands, feet, torso, and spirit all lost command in a short period of time, like a puppet. There were inexplicable cracks in the golden armor on the surface of the body, and I couldn't help but be shocked and angry in my heart.

"This woman's sound attack technique is even stronger than what is described in the intelligence!"

This caught He Wenchang a little off guard, he thought that Zhang Sleeve'er's sound attack technique was mainly based on illusions, but he didn't expect that he also had such power in terms of mental interference and physical attacks.

"Ahh

He Wenchang looked up to the sky and roared, his face was distorted and hideous, and black thunder and lightning gushed out from his body, converging into a giant void full of thunder patterns all over his body, and he also held a long sword in his hand, and black electricity was entangled.

In the long whistle, thunder sounded, black electricity burst out, and the music of Zhang Sleeve's guqin was completely drowned out.

"Die!"

He Wenchang's eyes were full of coldness, hiding anger, and his body merged with the virtual image of the black thunder and lightning giant, and a sword slashed at Zhang Sleeve. Directly and brightly, the muffled thunder exploded, and the black electric sword qi crossed the sky, full of terrifying explosive power.

The electric light fell, and the black gas rose up from Zhang Sleeve's body, which disappeared at the same time as the black thunder.

He Wenchang, who was flowing with black thunder and lightning, was about to attack again, but when he saw Princess Heyu rushing, a sword light struck, and the green qi soared to the sky, dominating the world and turning thunder into water.

In the big eyes of the giant bronze bell that Wenchang transformed, his eyes were deep, angry and depressed, and he coldly skimmed at Princess Heyu.

Then the left hand slapped down, and the sword and the black giant palm had not yet touched, and the jade princess felt that the "heaven and earth nature" in her heart completely collapsed, and the world reflected in her soul - the earth was shattered, the sky was shattered, the sea was shattered, and the mountains were shattered!

But in the real world in his eyes, this palm only made the ground within a radius of 100 meters sink one meter, but in Heyu's telepathy, the world has been shattered inch by inch, turning into chaos one after another.

When the tip of the sword stabbed into the palm of the hand, it was like metal, and the sword light disappeared instantly.

The monster-like He Wenchang didn't give Princess Heyu a chance to breathe, and his left palm continued to be flattened, and the black that emerged turned into a whirlpool with the palm as the center, full of devouring and destroying meaning!

Go to hell!

Princess Heyu hurriedly responded, and the long sword stabbed out continuously, flowing like light, as if throwing a blue light spear.