There are more than 80 changes in the sword path.

In an instant, it can stab thirty-six sword strikes.

Although he is cultivating in a state of consciousness, Wang Qidan feels that it can be done in the real world. Unconsciously, he calmed down and fantasized about the winter of his hometown.

Snowflakes, broken like cotton.

Melt-in-the-go.

The snow piled up little by little, and the white jacket covered the earth, as if it was a wool quilt, and the cold wind blew the leaves on the side to fly down.

"I can't afford to spend any longer. There's still half an hour, so we have to hurry. ”

Wang Qidan muttered to himself, trying a little bit in his mind, little by little.

Suddenly.

In those sharply opened black eyes, a glint flashed.

I see, I see!

The mystery of the sword of Gang, has always been my own misunderstanding, the true essence of this sword, it turns out that this kind of use is right...

Qidan squinted his eyes, swung his sword and swirled, and shouted in a low voice: "Second style, Baigang!"

With the voice, the speed of the sword is as fast as a series of shadows intersecting, sometimes left and sometimes right, stabbing towards all angles and repeating, the whole set of sword paths is as fast as lightning, dense as a beehive, and crazy to a fierce beast.

Hu'er, standing quietly, holding the sword under the ribs, the casting of the sword of Gang is also the end.

Looking at the few leaves on his shoulder, Wang Qidan smiled with a little disappointment, and the sword of Gang was still not perfectly used. There are hundreds of sword paths, and the last three changes have not been mastered, so that the shoulder side and the back of the neck cannot be taken into account.

Wang Qidan smiled.

It had only been an hour and a half of cultivation in total, and it was not easy to achieve such results.

He may be useless. But the cultivation of the four styles including drawing the sword is a genius, it is simply born for this trick, and he actually realized the essence of the sword of Gang in a short period of time - change and connection.

The path of the sword remains the same, and it cannot be stabbed in all directions.

The sword path is not connected, and it cannot be formed in one set.

The sword path in each direction does not have to be fully performed. Instead, when facing the enemy, quickly swing the most effective of the hundred sword paths in the direction of discerning the direction, and then quickly detour, constantly changing the sword path with the strange footsteps of spinning in place.

Other words. A hundred swords stabbed in all directions in an instant are just ridiculous. It's just a hundred Changing Path Void Swords, and among them are more than ten real murderous swords.

The wonderful state was shattered at this moment, and Wang Qidan suddenly came back to his senses, and Lu Ji's cry was in his ears. The vicious voices of those thieves pierced the ears.

"Drink!"

Seriously injured, he burst out with sword energy. Cut the iron chain stiffly. Only one sword spirit was summoned from the crumbling body.

"Boy, you still have the strength to resist. "A little minion came over, this kind of thing doesn't need the Spirit Emperor to come to hand at all.

Wang Qidan hung his head. The forehead hair covered his eyes, and he stabbed out with a silent blow of the sword of an instant.

"What did you do?!" suddenly the little minion asked, he felt as if a string was stretched in his body, and his heart began to go numb, as if it were not his own. Obviously raised his hand, still in the same place, obviously running the spiritual power, but it was still spinning in the body and not released.

At this moment, Wang Qidan's sword approached.

In the eyes of the little minion, the tip of the sword became bigger and bigger, and at first the accomplice next to him thought that he was arrogant and disdained to strike so early.

It wasn't until the sword, which was only a finger length from the minion's neck, that the startled sound vibrate.

Even some guys noticed that sweat was already dripping from his sideburns.

"Go!" a Spirit Emperor sensed something was wrong and ordered the nearest person to help.

But this is just in vain, when such a long distance is so short, no one can stop Wang Qidan's sword.

Three inches...

Two inches...

An inch...

No, it's not my body that's numb!

The little minion suddenly realized that it was his time that was slowed down by an invisible force.

And this power comes from the speed of this sword, which is obviously so slow, but in fact it is so fast that he can't react.

"Die!" Wang Qidan said viciously.

With a smack, the sword pierced the little minions' heads, causing a shock, and Empress Deer Ji screamed with wide eyes, and then shouted loudly: "Seven eggs, you run." Leave me alone, run away. ”

"I won't run away, if I can't even protect a beloved woman" Wang Qidan raised his head suddenly, his eyes were full of tears: "Then what kind of man am I, and what kind of face do I have to live this life secretly!"

The voice, which is not as strong as what Wang Qidan said, is so shocking to Lu Ji's heart.

Those minions won't let Wang Qidan be in the limelight alone, slapping knives and scolding, and rushing at Wang Qidan: "Then let you die now!"

Suddenly, a strong wind rushed out of Wang Qidan's body.

Suddenly, everyone saw his hair standing on end, a pair of which was shattered in the strong wind, and pieces were like blooming lotus flowers, swirling and sprinkling.

"The Sword of Gang. ”

Wang Qidan muttered in his mouth, and spun in place with the sword, the sword was like a hundred shadows, and the shadows converged into a cover, and the cast of the sword of Gang stopped instantly. The sword was still in Wang Qidan's hand, dripping with blood, and his feet were still in place, not moving a bit, and there was a large circle of blood foam mixed with flesh and bone residue around him.

Within three feet, more than a dozen little minions turned into a puddle of meat in the blink of an eye, and even the white bones were not left, so that the rest of the people grabbed their hair in fear and shouted to retreat.

Wang Qidan blinked his left eye, glared angrily at the people in front of him, and rushed into the crowd to cast the sword of Gang again.

The shadow of the sword was aggressive, as wild as a storm and tsunami, and the barbarians screamed and fled, and it was also after that moment that only a large number of bloody severed palms and fingers were flying in the sky, falling next to Wang Qidan's feet.

The little minions were already frightened, and there were many escapees, so Wang Qidan went with his sword and rushed into a crowded place with another sword.

If there is no wailing, the person who is hit by the sword can be killed, and there will be no corpse.

From Fang Cai to now, in the blink of an eye, the sword of the three gangs was cast, and the little minions in the stone cave all died under the sword of Wang Qidan.

Whoever stands within three feet of the king's seven eggs will surely die.

This kind of horror has led to the fact that no other little minions dare to approach Wang Qidan, only the little minions who escaped, and there are no more little minions who bravely attack Wang Qidan.

"Why, how is it possible, those are all people with the realm of the Spirit King. The three Spirit Emperors were shocked.

In a trance, the surprised Lu Ji struggled to escape from their palms, and her feet imprisoned in chains took small steps quickly, and ran behind Wang Qidan, holding his chest and crying bitterly.

"It's okay, I'll protect you. Wang Qidan gently touched Lu Ji's head, her Adam's apple surged, and a mouthful of blood overflowed.

His body was already seriously injured, and it was even more injured after the continuous Gang Sword.

The three Spirit Emperors were originally a little jealous, but they were full of jokes at the moment: "You are worthy of Mu Wen's apprentice, you have the ability!!, but you can only do this!!" (To be continued......)