Yin Wind Gust Chapter 176 Killing Jiao (II)
The spear rolled up a huge wave, like a thousand horses galloping, and the waves were three feet high, and the waves carried strength, like the hooves of a horse.
This spear, blowing the waves and dragging the huge waves, actually gave people a feeling that they could not dodge, even outside the range of the waves, but Xuan Bi could still feel that the air around Han Chuang had completely condensed.
Space blockade, no way to hide!
And Han Chuang, Han Chuang really didn't hide, the waves had arrived in front of him, he didn't even make any moves, he was still smiling.
His sword was still tied around his waist, this ordinary sword, more ordinary than ordinary, by no means a peerless sword, but this sword, in heaven and earth, you will never find any other sword that can replace it.
Sword!
The long sword may not be unsheathed yet, but the momentum has spread to Han Chuang's whole body, it is not sword qi, but it is more intimidating than sword qi.
Hei Jiao's pupils constricted suddenly, and he had a sense of foreboding, because he saw a perfect hand, not long, not short, not fat, not thin, not pretty, not pretty, but the curvature of each joint, the distance of all palm prints, was perfect to the point of palpitations.
Perfect hands β the most dangerous thing in the world.
Moment!
A sword!
That flash of sword light is so thrilling, and how magnificent it is, as if the brilliance of the whole world gathers together, and it is not as good as the brilliance of that light.
Xuanbi was confused, his body kept trembling and trembling, and his fearful thoughts filled the entire heart cavity, but he felt that this was a matter of course, a natural fear-
Liao Hong'er covered her mouth with her slender hand and forced herself to be quiet, but above the palm, the eyes full of tears kept trembling, as if telling the excitement of the matter-
One-eyed Liao had forgotten the pain, and even the existence of danger, and in his eyes, only the indescribably bright sword remained, like a meteor crossing the sky, and it disappeared in a flash-
Wang Yanzhi kept muttering "impossible, impossible", his elegant demeanor had long been discarded in the wind, and all that was left was the trembling that came from the deepest part of his heart, the trembling that could not be described in words-
The fog gradually lifted.
This is a dense fog formed by the condensation of water vapor, I don't know how many years it has existed in the sky above Jileitan, but at this moment, it is slowly dissipating.
Without leaving any traces, or even giving people any reason to mourn, when the dense fog dissipated, Hei Jiao's eyes were in a daze.
There is a long sword in the heart, an ordinary long sword, no more ordinary.
Hei Jiao never thought that an ordinary long sword would pierce his body, nor did he think that he would die at the hands of a nobody, but in fact, these two things he thought were impossible happened at the same time.
What the hell just happened?
The huge waves were monstrous, and the momentum was amazing, but it was pierced by a sword light, like through a thin layer of window paper, and the sword light was like lightning, fast as a meteor, and it was controlled by a certain belief and determination, which was a sword with a heart, a kind of swordsmanship that could not be dodged.
The fog cleared, and Heijiao saw the complete Jilei Pool for the first time, under the reflection of the sun, like a fast green amber, so beautiful, so reluctant.
But I'm leaving!
A trace of remorse rose in his heart, and suddenlyβhis pupils contracted, and a figure in white appeared in his eyes.
"Ahem!" Han Chuang coughed heavily, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.
Hei Jiao said: "Your swordsmanship is very fast, so fast that you can't catch it with the naked eye." β
Han Chuang said: "Your moves are also very powerful, I was seriously injured." β
Looking at Han Chuang's weak appearance, Hei Jiao suddenly laughed: "This is my glory, but unfortunately, I can't or enjoy this glory, your swordsmanship is not only fast, but also imaginative, I don't know where it will come from, let alone how it came out." β
Han Chuang shook his head and said with a smile: "I won't think about it either, because I don't know either." β
Hei Jiao sneered slightly, and said, "Okay, a sword that I don't know, I don't even know myself, how can others know? β
Han Chuang was silent.
Hei Jiao said: "I thought I could defeat you, because I have endless moves, and you only have that sword. β
Han Chuang said, "That sword is enough. Looking at the sword inserted in Heijiao's heart gently, Yin Hong's blood kept falling down the sword body.
The corners of Heijiao's eyes tightened suddenly, and after a long time, he suddenly sighed and said, "Maybe this is fate." β
Han Chuang shook his head and said with a smile: "I never believe in fate, I believe in fate." β
Hei Jiao said: "Desperate?"
Han Chuang smiled: "I believe that only by forcing myself to train myself to the train of thought and cutting off my fate can I transcend fate." β
"Is it possible to transcend fate?" Hei Jiao's eyes showed a touch of sadness: "I believe in fate, no one in the Jiaolong clan has ever been able to turn into a dragon, this is fate, I thought I could break fate, but I didn't expect that there was still one step behind, one step!"
"Ahem!"
The violent cough caused Hei Jiao to vomit blood, Han Chuang knew that the dark red blood he spit out was mixed with fine fragments of internal organs, and the moment his sword pierced Hei Jiao's heart, the sword qi shattered his heart, unscrupulously destroying his internal force.
At this moment, his body was already in tatters, and he was just relying on the strong physique of the demon beast to insist, but this persistence did not last long.
Han Chuang couldn't help but sigh and said, "You are only one step away, you can be regarded as the first hero of the Jiaolong clanββ"
"Are you pitying me?" said Hei Jiao coldly, "I never need anyone's pity. β
Han Chuang smiled: "I'm not pitying you, but regretting it." β
Hei Jiao said: "Sorry?"
Han Chuang said: "It's a pity that there is one less person in this world who dares to challenge fate. β
Hei Jiao laughed.
He didn't know why he was smiling, as if at the end of his life, only laughter could make him forget the pain.
"I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm leaving, I'll leave that medicine garden to you. Hei Jiao said, the voice was sent out through the true qi, and everyone present could hear it.
Wang Yanzhi's eyes rolled, and he thought, "I'm afraid it won't be as you want." β
In Han Chuang's surprised gaze, Hei Jiao's figure flashed, came to him, hugged him, and at the moment of hugging, in a voice that only two people could hear, he said, "The bottom of the pond." β
"You-"
As soon as Han Chuang wanted to speak, he was pushed away by Hei Jiao.
"Remember what I said!"
Hei Jiao laughed, and a ball of fire suddenly surrounded him.
Fire!
Powerful demon beasts, in order not to desecrate their remains, most of them will choose this way to end their lives.
Han Chuang didn't stop Heijiao, this is the dignity that a strong man deserves.