"——Now that you can block my hundred swords without innate qi, then the discussion of the Ding Furnace Yuan Fetus will not be mentioned again, and you can even offer three Fetal Refining Pills and three Snow Soul Pills. If not, you will be my servant!"

Zong Shou was surprised when he heard this, and this time he was really a little stunned. This Zhao Yanran's surname is really unexpected.

He thought that this woman would never mention this matter again, and there was no connection between them.

I didn't expect Zhao Yanran to think again and again, and suddenly wanted to fight with him again. Looking at this goddess's love, it seems that she is still extremely serious. If he refuses, he will not give up.

Tilting his head, he only groaned for a moment in his hand, and Zong Shou's pine wind sword was decisively unsheathed.

It's a bit of a hassle, but it's nice to be able to end it like this. Three Fetal Cultivation Pills, three Snow Soul Pills, this battle, he gambled! In fact, he was forced to do so, and he had to do it.

But before he stepped forward, he was stopped by Chu Xue, and said hurriedly: "Young master, don't care about this witch! This battle is not fair at all! This witch is embarrassed to say that she wants to fight with a sword! It's a big deal, and she is desperate to fight her. The first snow is not afraid of death. ”

The knife in Yin Yang's hand also overflowed a little bit of spark. In the surrounding slurry-covered land, countless steaming hot gases suddenly emerged, but his face was as cold as a thousand years of Xuanbing: "Shizi, Yin Yang is now confident that he can stop this woman!

Zhao Yanran smiled disdainfully, too lazy to bother with Chu Xue. Only Yin Yang made her care a little. I don't know if this person has been trapped by those two golden threads for too long. A foundation, training is extremely thick. At this moment, he broke free from the prohibition of spiritual magic and broke through the nine veins of the body chakra. The qi machine was not unstable at all, but quickly stabilized. Faintly, it is already the peak of the body wheel. There are even signs of a breakthrough again.

The whole person seems to have been silent for a long time, and the volcano that gathers countless heat is about to erupt.

Zong Shou's heart warmed slightly, and a light tap of his fingers on the back of Chu Xue's wrist made his jade arm soft. easily broke free and stood in front of Zhao Yanran. The same sword pointed in front of him and smiled: "One hundred swords, three fetal refining pills, three snow soul pills, this is what Miss Yanran said! Don't regret it afterwards-"

Strange to say, when Zong Shou raised the sword in his hand, he no longer had the idle, uninhibited, and lazy appearance he had before. The whole person was majestic and solemn, like a sword that had just been opened, and the edge flashed. After only a few moments, it was flat again, and all the sharpness was gone.

Zhao Yanran was stunned at first, and then praised her face. Only with such a sword talent can it be possible to break the eighteen sword puppets of Lingyun Sect in a short period of time. For a while, he was even more happy to see the hunt, and the fighting spirit was surging.

When a light breeze blew in the swamp, Zhao Yanran's fluttering figure suddenly disappeared in place. The whole figure seems to have dived into the wind, which is difficult to see with the naked eye.

Yin Yang's hand holding the knife was clenched tightly, and his muscles subconsciously tensed. And the first snow can't be seen at all, Zhao Yanran's body trajectory. When he reacted, he heard the sound of a weapon that shattered his eardrums.

The sect hand had no sorrow or joy, standing in the field, looking at the front lightly, the sword in his hand, suddenly stabbed to the left, and suddenly slashed to the right. A series of dense clanging sounds sounded around him, and the blades clashed. But he stuck to the spot and took it calmly. Counting: "Nine, ten, fourteen, fifteen—"

The sword speed of both of them is extremely fast, and sometimes they skip directly before they have time to count. secretly said in his heart, although this woman's surname is a little weird, but she still keeps her promise. Not only did he not use his innate true qi, but he always controlled the power of the sword in the realm of martial artists.

Only this body method that has infiltrated the spirit master's wind control technique, where can a martial artist at the level of the body wheel have it? It's really cheating, cheating!

There was another 'ding' sound, several times louder than the dozen or so previous exchanges.

Zong Shou's eyes sank, only to feel that his right hand was slightly numb, and the qi and blood in his chest were tumbling, and he obviously felt that the strength had increased more than ten times. A trace of cold power went up along the sword, making a small section of the sword body at the front end, instantly covered with frost.

With a cold smile, Zong Shou had no scruples and slapped a snatched flame talisman on his body, only to feel warm all over. There was still no intention of backing down, and all the strength was gathered at the tip of the sword, and he stabbed to the side casually.

There was another series of sword strikes, more than 20 exchanges, and the sound of the sword body shaking was all higher than one time, and the strength and true qi were also several points stronger every time the sword passed. Zong Shou had no timidity, sword to sword, and his body stood upright.

Chu Xue was extremely surprised, with Zong Shou's cultivation, where could he compete with Zhao Yanran, who was an innate martial artist?

It wasn't until his eyesight gradually adapted to it that he gradually realized that every sword of Zong Shou was hit on the spine or blade of Zhao Yanran's sword. The position is uncertain, and the bearing force is often the minimum.

But he was even more frightened, and took a few steps forward, wishing he could see more clearly. Zhao Yanran's figure is so fast, how did Zong Shou do it, and how can he distinguish Zhao Yanran's sword path?

By the time of the sixty-fifth sword, that area was already shrouded in sword shadows, and countless cold mist overflowed in all directions.

Zong Shou no longer insisted, and whenever the cold sword was too strong, he simply retreated. Suddenly forward and backward under his feet, in the shadow of the sword, he advanced and retreated freely.

In turn, with that ingenious pace, he interfered with Zhao Yanran's high-speed running figure. While pointing to Chu Xue, he said: "Xue'er can see clearly, you are from a tiger cat family, and you were born with great agility." But with your speed, it would be a shame if you only used it to dodge grappling!"

At this moment, not only is it the first snow, but even Yin Yang is also aware and can't take his eyes off it. And Zhao Yanran was so angry that her face turned blue and she snorted coldly. All the phantom figures in the room were gathered in one place. A sword pierced out, as if flying from the sky, with a sky-breaking sword roar, and suddenly came.

Zong Shou's expression was also condensed, and before he had even confronted, he already felt an unstoppable power. But he smiled coldly, his body shook slightly, and he flickered left and right. The edge of the sword is also uncertain.

Just when the fierce sword momentum showed a weakening trend. He took a few steps back at his feet, and the Loose Wind Sword suddenly stabbed out. The swords were staggered, and the two swords were immediately a series of sword swirls and agitation. Zong Shou seemed to be trying his best to draw this sword momentum aside. Zhao Yanran simply took advantage of the situation and wanted to twist the sword in Zong Shou's hand.

Just when the whirling momentum was about to end, the pine wind sword was gradually becoming overwhelmed, and it was about to fly out of his hand, and Zhao Yanran's eyes also revealed regret. Zongshou's pace changed again, and the sword pressed suddenly. With the help of the power of the sword vortex, he soared forward, and a sword shadow swept directly towards Zhao Yanran's throat!

It's close, it's ruthless, and it's abrupt to the extreme.

At this moment, Zong Shou's sword was as if it was a fierce blade from the Hell Styx!

Zhao Yanran actually felt a little flustered, and her body retreated sharply, floating backwards, and retreated straight to ten zhang away. But when he landed, there was a deep blood mark on his neck.

Looking at Zong Shou again, he has returned to the same place. The edge that was shown before disappeared again, and it was still indifferent.

Zhao Yanran's hands trembled slightly, full of disbelief. Even before, when I heard Long Ruo say that the young man in front of him had broken through the Xiao Luo Heavenly Sword Formation and copied the Heavenly Rune, he was not as shocked as he was at this moment.

- What did she see just now, sword intent! It was actually sword intent!

It's not like that flying knife, only an empty shelf, but a truly powerful martial arts idea that shocks her heart and is almost impossible to avoid!

- Obviously it shouldn't have appeared on this young man, this kind of power is far beyond the level of a martial artist, and even she, as an innate martial artist, can't touch it. But the sword just now seems to be equipped with all forms and gods, and it is plausible. Even if it's not, it's not far off.

Suddenly, Zhao Yanran was terrified to the extreme. Then the unbelievable amazement also rose to the top.

I didn't expect that Lingyun Long Ruo actually had a time to look away.

With the body of a martial artist, he can already get a glimpse of the mystery of the sword intent. How can this young man be limited by the word genius alone? How can such a talent be limited by his physique?

If the dragon learns, I don't know how he will regret it—