Seeing Ao Shuang, who was cut in two in the air, there was an exclamation from the crowd again, originally thinking that Ao Shuang, with his extremely fast speed, should be able to maneuver around Song Lan's hands for a while, and even defeat the former.

But now it seems that he is just fast, but he is a silver-like wax gun head, which is useless?

"Brother Ao!

Yi Lingxin and Han Ziye immediately exclaimed, no matter how the others reacted, the two of them hurriedly flew away, and although the other five people didn't speak, the speed didn't have to be slow down, and the worry in their expressions was also extremely strong.

"Huh!"

And at this moment, a figure was in front of several people first, and when he looked at it, it was the sword arrogance.

"It's an afterimage......

Before the words fell, I saw that Yi Lingxin and the others hadn't understood what was going on, and when Song Lan over there felt the touch of the slashing blade cutting through Aoshuang, the original cruel smile on his face suddenly froze, and his brows were furrowed tightly.

"Not good!"

The same exclamation came from Zhang Yun's mouth, Song Lan was through feelings, and he was through vision.

It stands to reason that when any martial artist is injured to this extent, I am afraid that it will be overflowing with ~ blood, even if Song Lan's knife is unusually fast and does not splash out any blood, but Ao Shuang did not let out any screams?

"Smack!"

A slight sound of shattering came, and I saw Ao Shuang's body, which had been cut in two, gradually became illusory, and after a breath of time, it completely disappeared, revealing Song Lan's slightly hasty appearance.

"Tempest!"

Song Lan's speed was very fast, almost in the blink of an eye, he jumped out of a distance of 100 meters, and the sound of 'stepping on the footsteps' was like a downpour hitting the void, and the snow-white sword light along the way was also cold.

"Huh!"

It was only now that the arrogant figure appeared from the void, his face became a little more solemn, but his breath was calm, obviously the blow just now did not have any effect on him, looking at Song Lan who was flashing away, he did not rush to make a move for a while.

I have to say that this Song Lan's combat experience is really abundant, and after his figure disappeared, he didn't have any panic, but in an instant he considered the safest way to leave, that is, the afterimage he left behind.

As the saying goes: the most dangerous places are often the safest places.

Since Ao Shuang left a phantom in the same place, it was naturally used to lure Song Lan, and there must be a next offensive, but after Song Lan found out that it was an afterimage, he immediately crashed into that afterimage, which was really shrewd.

This is a trick between masters, among the many people watching the battle, I am afraid that most of them have an unknown look, and only a few people can see the subtleties of that moment just now, how thrilling it is.

Both of them rely on speed.

Ao Shuang relies on the speed of his body, and it is a relatively extreme speed, if there is even a slight slowness in time, he will really be cut off by Song Lan, even if he has a strong physique, I am afraid that he will end up with a serious injury.

And Song Lan relied on the speed of reflection in the moment just now, if he was a little slower, not to mention that he would fall immediately, but Ao Shuang's next offensive would be one ring after another, until he was killed.

This kind of subtle fight in an instant, if you don't have a certain realm and vision, you can't see it at all, because both of them are very fast, although their respective fields are different, but the fight is who is faster, and who is slow, it will be a catastrophe.

A hundred meters away, Song Lan also froze after seeing that Ao Shuang did not pursue him, and his face also became extremely solemn, he really didn't expect that a martial artist who had just broken through to the realm of a high-level Heavenly Spirit Master could almost let himself fall.

And the first time he fought with a high-level Heavenly Spirit Master, or a disciple from a major sect, Ao Shuang also felt something, which was different from the past, that is, Song Lan was more shrewd, had a lot of means, and had extremely rich combat experience.

Holding the ice blade back, Song Lan's eyes narrowed slightly, and while thinking about how to make the next move, he didn't forget to say: "That's right, just now, I really almost fell in touch with your way......"

This sentence seems to be casual, but if it is a warrior with an arrogant heart, I am afraid that he will have been fooled a long time ago, and it is inevitable that there will be a little contempt in his heart, but if this is the case, he will be calculated by Song Lan.

The arrogant and intellectually brilliant naturally saw the clues, and smiled slightly: "After all, it's still a little inferior, Brother Song not only reacts very quickly, but also has a lot of combat experience, and the means are endless." ”

This is not a compliment, Song Lan's sword technique is fierce and awe-inspiring, and the footwork exposed when he flew just now is also a heaven-level spiritual skill, and if he is not experienced in combat, how can he make such a correct reaction in an instant?

With a froze expression, Song Lan thought secretly: It seems that this kid still saw something just now, otherwise it would not be possible After I secretly praised him just now, he immediately said a lot of compliments, trying to confuse my mind.

"Don't talk about it, look at the tricks!"

Footwork, Song Lan drew dozens of afterimages in the sky, wielding the ice blade, the cold blade seemed to ride the wind, and the knife was as thick as mixed with snow, making a 'boom' sound in the air.

Moreover, the moment he took out the knife, he completely locked the arrogant qi, and he didn't want the other party to rely on the extremely fast speed to ask for his offensive again, so the sword light also faintly showed a shrouded momentum.

"Knife in the wind, blade in the snow!"

If Song Lan's blow just now was just a slight temptation, then this blow is real, abundant spiritual power, with strong sword skills, the liliang that can burst out in an instant, even sword madness and sword arrogance cannot be ignored.

If it is a sword maniac, in the face of this sword, there are dozens of ways to resist, either using stronger moves to forcibly break it, or using a wonderful spiritual skill to resolve it between Sumeru, but he just wants to see, what kind of way does Ao Shuang have to break the sword?

His pupils shrank, and Dao Ao was also engrossed in staring at Ao Shuang himself, and only the corner of his eye was aimed at Song Lan over there, because he knew about the latter's attack, but what he didn't understand was how Ao Shuang saw the move.

When Song Lan took out the knife, Ao Shuang didn't move, and when the knife light shrouded him, he still didn't move, until the knife light was about to approach his body, he suddenly raised his right hand, a fierce light crossed his eyes, and a palm slapped out!

Seeing the former's movements, and the bland fleshy palm, everyone's eyes instantly widened and they were full of horror.

This arrogant, crazy?

Flesh and blood slashing blades with flesh and blood, vainly trying to compete with the spiritual weapons created from various materials?

"If you want to die, I will fulfill you!"

Song Lan snorted, since the other party didn't use the spirit weapon, he felt that he was being despised , but he didn't expect that now the other party would even use his flesh palm to catch his ice cutting knife? This is simply a great shame for him.

I saw that there was chaos where the two of them were fighting, and when the wind was howling and the snowflakes were overflowing, many people didn't have time to see what was going on, and their arrogant right hand suddenly slapped on Song Lan's ice blade.

At that moment, I saw that in the palm of Ao Shuang's right hand, a handprint-shaped mark suddenly opened a hole, and a trace of pure black demonic qi surged out wildly, accompanied by a kind of ...... Extremely rich imprisoning power!

"Smack!"

A crisp sound came, and the ice slashing blade actually began to tremble violently under the wrapping of that thick demonic qi, which contained a fierce aura, and the spiritual power that Song Lan had originally poured into it was all dispersed.

At this time, Song Lan only felt an irresistible liliang, which suddenly came from above the knife body, shocking him to the point of numbness, and the right hand holding the knife revealed many small wounds, and the ice cutting knife immediately came out of his hand.

No, in that demonic aura, there seems to be a power of thought?

Song Lan was shocked, he knew that his feeling would not be wrong, but such a change really caught him by surprise, but his reaction speed was there after all, and his right foot suddenly raised, and he was about to use the 'Storm' to retreat first.

But his reaction was fast, how slow could his arrogant reaction be? Immediately, a punch burst out, smashing fiercely into Song Lan's chest, although this punch did not use any spiritual skills, but it had to count his physical body!

Everyone saw that Song Lan's right foot had been raised, but the arrogant fist still hit his chest first, and suddenly, the whole person flew upside down like a broken kite, and a large amount of blood was poured on the route along the way.

Looking closely, I saw that Song Lan's front chest had been sunken down, revealing a piece of spiritual light flashing in it, like soft armor with silk entangled with each other, this was the top-level defensive spirit weapon of the ground level, the spirit silkworm armor!

But at this time, the spirit silkworm armor had already shown some signs of breakage, seeing such a scene, Song Lan couldn't help but be confused, and exclaimed: "How is it possible...... This spirit silkworm armor...... 400,000 catties of flesh liliang?!"

He looked at Aoshuang's eyes, full of shock, he clearly remembered what his master said to him when he handed over the spirit silkworm armor to him: This is the spirit silkworm armor, made of the filaments spit out by the snow mountain spirit silkworm, and his defense limit is about 500,000 liliang.

In the punch just now, in addition to using the physical liliang, Ao Shuang also had to calculate the momentum and inertial force, and if he calculated it slightly, Song Lan also figured out what level the former's physical liliang had reached.

But this value undoubtedly made his scalp tingle!

The flesh of 400,000 catties is very rare to see, even on the body of a low-level Spirit King Realm powerhouse!

And Ao Shuang himself didn't care about Song Lan's exclamation at all, but turned his head to look at the sword maniac over there, as if he knew what the other party was thinking just now, and chuckled: "Do you see it clearly? This is my method of breaking the sword!"