Chapter 169: Between Haiqing

The rolling waves, the sword rays in the sky, collided together, and in an instant, a strong wave of qi squeezed and bloomed from the two, and some close warriors were directly shocked out, spitting blood. [Ran^Text^Library] []

Then, I saw a figure that was shaken back in the air storm, revealing its true body, and it was the young man in white.

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but sigh. The gap between the swordsman and the swordsman is really huge, as if one is an ordinary person, while the other is a martial arts instructor of a big family, the two are not the same at all, and they are not comparable to each other.

Everyone agreed that Jian Ao would lose, except for the man in pink on the field.

The inner disciple of the Fenglan Sect, although his cultivation has reached the realm of a sword master and can truly transform his armor, his cultivation is relatively inferior, and strictly speaking, it is equivalent to the middle stage of a loose sword master, and he is definitely the bottom of the Mensa existence.

And the strength of Jian Ao is comparable to that of a great sword master, and dealing with a person in the middle of a sword master is not a matter of being able to catch it, the reason why this is the case must be that he wants to keep his hand and does not want to show his strength too much.

It is true that, as Ning Ming thought, if Jian Ao wanted to quickly solve the opponent, one sword was enough. But he still didn't do it, the reason was that he offended Li Si, and this is Fenglan Country, other people's territory, the latter's heart will definitely find someone to take revenge on him, if his strength is too strong, the latter does not play cards according to common sense, directly crosses the two great realms, and sends the great sword master over, then it is not them who will die, but themselves-

"Haha, weren't you crazy just now? Why can't you even take a trick from me now? Go on, get up and go crazy!"

As soon as the disciples of the inner sect of Fenglan Sect attained their ambitions, their tails rose to the sky, and they looked at Jian Ao with a mocking and sarcastic expression, and their expressions seemed to say: If you come up again, I will definitely beat you so that your parents don't know you.

But Jian Ao turned a deaf ear and indulged in the previous style of sword skills.

"Qingfeng Swordsmanship" belongs to the human-level sword technique, and it is definitely the weakest existence among all sword skills, but it is the first sword skill learned by every swordsman and martial artist in the wind domain, and there is no one.

And the last two styles are the waves crashing on the shore, and the breeze is coming. One is full of terrifying slapping power, while the other is full of warmth, as if it is at two extremes, and this will never happen if it is replaced by other sword skills, but this "Qingfeng Swordsmanship" is like this, and it has been done.

"One is the huge attack power of the sea slapping the reef, while the other is not afraid of any attack power, and will only rise out of thin air, add the wind, and even the movement trajectory of some wind sword skills. ”

Jian Ao's eyes flashed with contemplation from time to time, and he muttered: "If the two are fused, it can not only increase the power of the waves crashing on the shore, but also give it the power of change, it is simply a combination of the two!"

Think of it, do it.

I saw the Qingfeng Sword in my hand shake again. True Qi was infused, and the blue light behind him suddenly appeared, showing layers of waves, swept out, and the terrifying suction power was emitted, surging towards the inner disciples of the Fenglan Sect.

"The waves crash on the shore!"

"It's another trick!"

The inner disciple of the Fenglan Sect sneered, he could see that this time it was the previous move.

"Bang!"

The sword technique unleashed, and in the collision, Jian Ao took three steps back again. But the latter still did not give up, the wind sword trembled, and the waves crashed on the shore again.

"Bang!"

"The waves crash on the shore!"

"Bang!"

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Over and over again, again and again, Jian Ao didn't know how many times he had performed the sword technique of slamming the shore with the waves, and he only felt that the sword he swung had become instinctive.

As he became familiar with this sword technique, Jian Ao understood him more thoroughly, and he was only one stealer away from fusing it with Qingfeng Xulai.

And the inner disciple of the Fenglan Sect on the opposite side had a cold face, constantly repeating a sword technique, and from unaccustomed to habitual, from unfamiliar to familiar, is this using himself as his sharpening stone to increase his strength!

I'm angry! I'm so angry this time!

If any warrior swordsman learns that he is nothing more than someone else's sharpening stone, if he is not angry, then he is no longer a qualified swordsman and warrior, because he has lost the characteristics of a warrior and swordsman -- happiness and revenge! What's more, this is an insult, an insult, an insult to the title of cultivator.

Blocking the stormy waves of Jian Ao crashing on the shore, Huo Ran, the sword edge changed, from defense to offense, and it became cold, full of edge.

"Slash in the air!"

The long sword in his hand cut through the space, like a moat, and suddenly fell, and the violent tearing power spread out, frantically fighting the surrounding space, and the space "buzzed" directly, as if it was overwhelmed, facing the head of the sword arrogance, and slashed down in the air.

Before the sword edge arrived, the terrifying momentum had already fallen, and with a "click", I saw that the square bricks on which Jian Ao was standing could not bear it, and suddenly, it broke out, and the bricks of the Dao were like a sharp sword refracted out, piercing through the space, and some swordsmen who could not dodge were directly cut by the bricks.

Even a small brick has such power, let alone the sword of the treasure that falls head-on in the center.

This move is extremely powerful, even if it does not reach the ground level, it has at least reached the peak of the middle grade of the Xuan Rank or even the upper grade of the Xuan Rank.

In the face of this move, even the late swordsman didn't dare to say that he could resist it, let alone the little swordsman sixth stage!

But...... As the party to the sword, he was calm, raised his head slightly, and smiled slightly.

It was too late, it was too fast, and the Qingfeng Sword in his hand was already shaking, extremely violent, like a human race, as if it couldn't withstand any power.

"Fusion Sword Technique!"

Stabbed upward, a gust of wind blew incomparably refreshing, and then, the edge of the sword changed, filled with the momentum of the roaring sea, rolling waves, breaking through everything, and everything was to be smashed by it. This is a powerful sword technique that combines two sword moves, and the power is definitely not as simple as one plus one. This is a powerful sword skill that hides an incomparably huge killing power under that kind appearance.

"This move has the ferocity of the sea and the warmth of the breeze, so it is called the sword of the sea. ”

The sword of Haiqing slammed into the air, and Huo Ran, with the two as the center, lit up a beam of light that soared into the sky, dazzling, even if he was thousands of miles away.

It's as if a new star will shine like this beam, and no one can compare with it.