Countless sword qi staggered vertically and horizontally, forming a dense sword net, approaching Wang Chan directly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sword eighteen is created according to the meaning of three three endless, six six infinite, sword style together, endless illusion, continuous, until the enemy is surrounded in the sword net, let the slaughter be killed.

In the face of such a fierce sword qi, Wang Chan still shook his head.

The Holy Spirit Sword Technique is divided into sentient swords and ruthless swords.

Swords 1 to 18 are created by the Sword Master and his lover Xue Xinluo.

And Sword Nineteen to Sword Twenty-two are original creations of Sword Master. These four styles of swordsmanship are ruthless and ruthless, and the style is completely different from the first eighteen styles, which is a ruthless and unrighteous swordsmanship.

Therefore, although Sword Eighteen is strong, it is still a sentient sword, and how can a ruthless person make a sentient sword hurt Wang Chan.

"I said it, let you show real skills. Wang Chan stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of the sword, and swung it forward, and his strong energy directly broke through the sword net.

"If you don't have to come out again, I'm afraid you won't have this opportunity in the future. ”

After spitting out the last word, Wang Chan's whole person suddenly moved like a meteor and shot towards the Sword Saint.

Seeing this, the Sword Master raised his eyebrows, and an extremely dangerous feeling enveloped his heart. He hadn't felt this way since he came out, except for the battle more than twenty years ago, and today is the second time

What made Juggernaut feel most unacceptable was that the person who made him feel threatened with death was so young.

"Am I really old?"

"No, as a swordsman, you have to shine your own light even at the last moment!"

The Sword Saint raised his head and stared at Wang Chan, his eyes burst into light, and the sword qi under his hand also gathered and burst into flames, which was a harbinger of the Holy Spirit Twenty-one Sword Twenty-one.

The Sword Saint shouted, "Go and die!"

The sword qi was flushed, and a chilling killing intent filled the entire heaven and earth.

In the face of such a sharp sword, Wang Chan's face still did not change, and even the magic knife in his hand was not yet unsheathed.

"It's not enough, it's not enough. Looking at this sword qi in the sky, Wang Chan muttered in a low voice.

He himself is a top swordsman, and he has comprehended the Seven Swords of the Second Style, and his comprehension of the way of the sword is still superior to that of the Sword Saint. It was precisely because he knew the sword that he saw that this style was far from the extreme of the ruthless sword.

"Use the twenty-second variation, or you'll die!"

Wang Chan's eyes were cold, the golden light of his whole body skyrocketed, and the whole person rushed directly towards the Sword Saint as if he had descended from the heavens, and the magic sword in his hand was raised high, slashing forward into the void.

Rubble flew, and a huge black sword shot up into the sky, cutting through the earth and rushing towards the Sword Saint.

The black sword light struck the sword qi in the sky, and the surrounding air immediately burst out like water entering an oil pot.

The strong wind generated by the collision of the two made the broken waves on the side a little unstable, and the Sword Master looked at all this, and his face suddenly turned pale, just like a dead man.

The Sword Saint was at the top of the independent martial arts with the Sword Twenty-One back then, and he never had a defeat, and then he was born out of nowhere, breaking his Holy Spirit Twenty-one Sword. The Sword Saint has since retreated into the mountains and forests, and at that time he knew the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, although there were only twenty-one sword moves, there were twenty-two changes. That change is the essence of his moves, the soul of swordsmanship. Although the soul is invisible, no one can deny its existence

He was confident that with his talent, he would definitely be able to study it, and after more than 20 years of hard work, the Sword Saint finally comprehended the twenty-second change of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

And this is the ultimate of the ruthless sword, as soon as this sword comes out, there is only indifference and death!

Sword Twenty-Two is ruthless!

Wang Chan felt the sword intent in the air, he took a deep breath, his mouth tightened, and finally pulled out the magic knife.

And the Sword Master also noticed the change in the aura on Wang Chan's body.

However, there was still no expression on his face, at this time he had already entered the mysterious realm of ruthlessness, the sword was ruthless, and the person was even more ruthless.

He just stood there, his robe and white hair fluttering with the spring breeze, full of murderous intent, he himself was the most ruthless sword in heaven and earth.

What a swordsman has to do is simple and difficult at the same time. All they had to do was draw the long sword in their hand and stab it into each other's bodies.

Since the day he learned to learn the sword, the Sword Master has understood this truth, and he has never missed except for the battle with Nameless.

And now, he once again drew out that peerless divine sword, the Peerless Sword.

Then he held his sword and slowly stabbed it towards Wang Chan.

It seems to be a simple sword, but it is poured into the sword saint's lifelong realm cultivation, more than 20 years of thinking, and this must-kill sword is realized, in order to find another nameless battle and wash away the humiliation of the year. But now it is used on Wang Chan.

Where Jian Feng passed, the air around him suddenly collapsed, and the emerald green leaves in the bamboo forest turned into powder before they fell to the ground.

One, two, three......

One sword turns into twenty-two.

Twenty-two winds and thunders roared.

Twenty-two fierce sword qi went towards Wang Chan **** from different angles, almost sealing all of Wang Chan's retreats, taking into account all possibilities.

A sword must be killed, and there is no return.

And Wang Chan's face changed for the first time, not the horror expected by the broken waves, but a smile. Broken Lang found that at this time, Wang Chan actually laughed, this must be a madman, it must be!

A breeze blows.

Wang Chan's surroundings were surprisingly quiet, terrifyingly quiet and gloomy.

At this time, his body was suddenly filled with a strong murderous aura and a strong smell of blood, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be solemn, and the wind and clouds were discolored.

At this moment, he went with the knife!

The sword momentum swept towards the sword saint like an angry wave, and Wang Chan unleashed the first magic sword decision, "Demonic Qi Vertical"!

The demonic qi formed a strange huge wave, surging towards the twenty-two sword qi.

The two struck each other, and the sword intent and sword qi burst out, causing the bamboo in the entire bamboo forest to fall down one after another, and all the incisions were smooth and flat, even if the world's first-rate swordsman cut out, it was nothing more than that.

The onlookers were shocked when they saw this, and a danger hit their hearts, and they hurriedly retreated.

While retreating, he only heard a sword roar, and the Huolin sword came out of its sheath and turned into a heavenly sword qi to protect his body.

On the other side, the moment the swords intersected, the whole heaven and earth were instantaneous.

Everything around seemed to stand still for a moment, and then the sword retreated like a tidal wave, and soon disappeared.

Ahem!

Someone is coughing.

That is, someone is hurt!

Broken Waves, who had retreated all the way to the other side, suddenly raised his head to see who had won this earth-shattering battle, and then shock was written all over his face again.

Juggernaut actually lost?!

The Sword Master, who has never been defeated since he came out of the world, would lose to a little-known kid?

Broken Lang's mind was blank, he originally thought that he was already the leader of the younger generation, but compared to the person in front of him, what was he?

Ants to be kneaded?

The broken wave is full of bitterness. (To be continued.) )