Fortunately, such a fierce confrontation did not last long, and after dozens of seconds passed, there were no more lethal stones flying in, and Qingshuang collected his true qi. As soon as the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info relaxed, he felt that his arm was a little numb, and his breathing was a little shorter. He looked at the big man in surprise, and couldn't understand how his martial arts of opening mountains and splitting rocks were cultivated.

He didn't dare to imagine that as long as he was abrupt or couldn't think of a countermeasure to break the trick just now, then he would definitely be destroyed...... Even if he had practiced hard for more than 20 years, then failure was a matter of moments, and pity and pity had lost its definition at that time.

It was almost noon, and the sun was tirelessly shining so brightly that people did not dare to look at it, but they did not feel the heat, because it was late autumn, and almost at any time of the day, the wind was blowing, and the yellow leaves on the trees were obviously more and more, and they were all floating down in an endless stream.

Dahan was still standing on the rockery, and at this time, he returned to a motionless state. The autumn wind kept tugging at his robe, casting a huge reflection on the ground, and the shadow kept swinging.

Qingshuang smiled, he knew that the opponent was indeed very strong, usually, the stronger the opponent, the more excited he was, but now he was worried in his heart. He no longer has the confidence to take on such a trick from the other party.

But how could he possibly throw in the towel. He no longer waited for the other party to make a move, this time he chose to take the initiative. He snatched a sword from the weapon rack again and flew towards the other.

The big knife slashed again, he flashed over, and then a sword light fell on the opponent's body, and stabbed the opponent's throat with all his strength while the opponent was busy parrying. At this time, he will no longer stay alive like before, because he knows that a person like Dahan will only be a scourge to stay in the world.

However, his calculation failed, because it was obvious that the other party's speed was faster than him, and although the body was so burly, it did not affect it in the slightest.

With a "bang", Qingshuang's heart sank, and when he fully reacted, the other party had already flashed to his back. He knew that he had already been defeated, because the other party's cultivation was indeed much higher than his! He was powerless to fight back, and only begged the other party to show mercy and not take his life!

The back of the knife fell heavily on his back, blood gushing like a fountain, and his body fell to the ground like leaves. And the big man had no intention of withdrawing, the big sword was raised high, the hilt was facing down, and the letter of the golden snake stabbed towards his spine!

"Stop. A loud voice came, but how could that stop his movements!

A sword flew like lightning, but I don't know if it was too sharp or too fast, and there was no sound of breaking through the air.

There is no way for Dahan, if he wants not to get hurt, he must give up that action!

The sinking broadsword slashed through the air, slashing at the sword that had already shot in front of him. The blade of the sword broke in two, and immediately fell to the ground weakly, making a pleasant sound.

A sickly, wilted, emaciated man appeared!

"It seems that the attraction of beauty is great, and even the dignified Yu Sheng has to compete for it!" said the big man with a laugh.

Yu Sheng didn't say a word, slowly walked to the weapon rack, and swept his foot violently. The weapon rack shook twice and then fell, but the eight swords that had been hanging on it before stayed in mid-air, and they were being fixed there out of thin air by Yu Sheng with internal force at this time.

After a while, they moved slowly, and after a few more seconds, they stopped again, and at this time, they stood out of thin air in eight directions, forming a Bagua Sword Formation. Yu Shengping's hands were motionless, and his expression was very peaceful, as if he was drinking tea with an old friend. But in the next moment, his hands changed, and a trace of true qi kept coming out of there, like invisible cooking smoke, scorching the air, and the air was finally distorted because he couldn't stand it, and the object on the other side was also distorted when he looked at it through it.

Immediately after, the eight swords began to bubble up like his arms. The gas became thicker and thicker, constantly spreading outward, and finally, the true qi connected the eight swords together. They shook regularly, and then they all burst out with electric light, and as soon as the eight electric lights intersected and converged, a dazzling fireball was immediately formed in the center of the sword array, and there was continuous fire light on the surface of the fireball, one by one, and it was still spitting out fire.

Dahan looked at it in surprise, almost stunned, but in the next second, he regretted it, he regretted that he shouldn't have given the other party so much time to brew such an amazing sword formation. Immediately after, he suddenly realized, so he shot at the opponent, he hoped that it was not too late, he hoped that it was still a rudimentary sword formation.

But it was clear that he had miscalculated. As soon as his feet left the ground, the fireball in the center of the sword array exploded, and the eight swords immediately attacked him in eight different directions. He immediately became passive. If it was eight ordinary swordsmen, or a top master, it would be fine, but every sword seemed to be wielded by a master, and every vital point on his body might be opened in the next moment. At this time, he suddenly felt that his two hands were not enough, but fortunately, his knife skills were sharp enough and his body was flexible enough, and he could barely resist it.

Yu Sheng's hands turned and stopped at different times, constantly changing their styles, and the eight swords seemed to be connected with his hands, scurrying everywhere under his command. Although it is chaotic, they are extremely regular, and they will not fly away from their opponents within a kilometer, and they are all creating killing opportunities within a kilometer. They enveloped their opponents, like an airtight net covering him on all sides, reflecting the scurrying light, leaving them at a loss to adapt to it.

The big man waved his sword with both hands, dodging left and right with difficulty, and at the same time kept roaring loudly, wielding the big knife again and again in a vain attempt to chop the steel sword flying in front of him to pieces, but each time he did not succeed. Obviously, he had already seen clearly that it was a sword, but the moment the knife fell in his hand, he only heard a shout, and he only slashed at a sword shadow, and then he had to return to a difficult defensive state.

Suddenly, Yu Sheng's hands danced strangely, and the eight swords immediately stopped scurrying, and each found a place to stand still, the blades still facing the opponent. In the next second, as soon as the hands moved again, they flew towards the opponent's hands, feet, head, chest, abdomen, and navel, as if they had eyes, without the slightest deviation.

Dahan's brain "buzzed", and he almost lost his mind, because he felt that he was about to run out of hope, and a person who had no hope, whether he was rational or not, no longer had any real meaning. He couldn't have imagined that the other party's moves would be so perfect and vicious.

Obviously not, there are so many eight swords, how much can he block? Dodge? Obviously, it can't be done, because the swords have already flown in from all directions, and he has no room to dodge. His brain began to short-circuit, and he failed to search for a trick, and then a look of despair crept up his face, making it seem like he was a corpse that had lost its vitality.