This kind of power is enough to make most of the strong people in the world feel fearful.

Xiang Chu has always been a person who doesn't know how to write the word "fear", since he has made a decision and chose to give up the lives of those generals, he will not have half of regret because of their deaths.

Ignoring the four arrows, he had already approached Wang Xuanwei again, and from the eyes of others, his leap was fifteen zhang, and his speed was even faster than the last jump, so fast that it was almost impossible to see his figure clearly.

Xuanweizi was condensing at the fastest speed, but he couldn't finish it before Xiang Chu arrived, he crossed Xuanweizi, and his qi and blood were like thunder, through his skin to his hair, and blasted these beetles who were not afraid of knives and axes into a mess of dust.

In an instant, the two were facing each other again, less than six feet apart.

The halberd in his hand was already in the most suitable position, but it was not a chop like an autumn wind sweeping away leaves, but a straight stab that seemed to penetrate everything.

Wang Xuanwei still closed his eyes, but he also felt Xiang Chu's movements and the indifferent look on his face, and the profound killing machine condensed on the stubborn iron suddenly arrived in front of him.

Xiang Chu's halberd was nearly a foot long, and now he held it at the end of the halberd, constantly pushing forward, and when the halberd was handed out to the extreme, the power on the palm of his hand just formed a straight line with his arm, passing through his shoulder, through Xiang Chu's whole body, and stabbing straight into Wang Xuanwei's chest.

"This is ......" Qin Ke and Abu's eyes widened, almost unable to believe what they were seeing.

This is the spear technique that Gao Changgong once used, once he used this spear technique to penetrate the claws of the divine dragon with one shot, but now Xiang Chu has used it, although it has only restored seven points, but it is already terrifying.

Compared with Gao Changgong's concise and natural style, Xiang Chu launched this gun with his own style, fierce and fierce, the wind roared like a roar, and the halberd was like a fierce tiger, rushing forward with a bloodthirsty desire to kill.

He knew that even if Wang Xuanwei's strength was very strong, Xuanwei had a fatal shortcoming compared to flying swords, that is, they were very slow.

Very slow.

Perhaps compared to most cultivators, the speed of the mynos is very fast, and when they spread their wings and fly around, they are almost as elusive as light birds.

But in the eyes of people like Xiang Chu, the speed of these Xuanwei is still much slower than that of the flying sword, even if Wang Xuanwei is urging with all his strength, the flight speed of these Xuanwei still has a limit and cannot be broken.

Of course, Wang Xuanwei also knew this defect of Xuanwei, so he also continued to try and research, and found a way to condense Xuanwei into a bow and arrow.

This method is not perfect, every time it is shot, it takes a large number of macronos to pay for their lives, but the myneviones in his hands are almost endless, where would he worry about such a loss?

It's just that the four armorers have already shot the arrows at the moment, and it will still take time to rewind them, and this seemingly short time has become a fatal flaw for him.

The halberd hadn't stabbed Wang Xuanwei yet, but the sharp wind had already cut through his black robe like a knife, leaving a faint mark on his chest, and the power of a grandmaster-level qi and blood cultivator would definitely not be weaker than the arrow shot by Wang Xuanwei just now.

It was at this time that Wang Xuanwei finally opened his eyes.

The slightly pale temples set off his equally pale face, but a golden light appeared in his eyes, like a spring flowing with golden sand.

The halberd was only an inch away from his chest, but he couldn't move forward, as if time was standing still by some force at this moment, and the cold edge on the halberd was also showing a colorful and magnificent color in front of the two of them at this moment.

Xiang Chu finally showed a look of admiration, and said softly: "It turns out that you have already touched the threshold of that layer of realm. ”

Wang Xuan shook his head slightly, thinking of the sleepless nights in the mansion after he was dismissed from his position as a general, walking alone in the cold courtyard wearing his coat, smelling the spicy fragrance of grass leaves, and the moonlight sprinkled on his shoulders, like a condensed frost.

He just looked down at the tip of the halberd and said slowly, "I just made up my mind." ”

Xiang Chu tilted his head, he didn't ask much what this determination was, because at this moment, their duel had entered a white-hot stage, and they could no longer spare the energy to speak.

The scorching qi and blood were surging around Xiang Chu's body, his body was like a red-hot iron at this time, even if Wang Xuanwei used such a method, he still did not fear or hesitate, and still pushed the halberd in his hand hard.

With a low roar, Xiang Chu's wrist twisted slightly, and the edge of the halberd advanced half an inch again.

Just half an inch away, Wang Xuanwei's already pale face suddenly became covered with ice and snow, and the golden quicksand in his pupils also stagnated for a short moment, and then, he suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood and sprayed it on the halberd.

At the same time, his right arm was raised.

Spiritual power poured out of his body frantically, and the wide black robe seemed to be suddenly poured into a gust of wind, and the bulging cuffs fluttered like clouds.

With a somewhat painful look, Wang Xuan waved his arm slightly and gently brushed it on Xiang Chu's halberd with his sleeve.

With a muffled snort, Xiang Chu's whole body shook, as if an incredible force slammed into his body along the halberd, making him no longer able to push the halberd forward, but turned in a different direction, like a heavy stone, falling straight down!

There was a loud "boom", and I don't know how much dust was flying around in such an impact, and it even made people think that a meteor had fallen from the sky at this moment, not a person.

"Dead ...... Is it dead? should it be ...... It's time to die, right?" At this time, Qin Ke was no longer able to make any evaluation of the two warring sides, and was muttering completely with his senses.

From his point of view, the contact between the two was only a short moment, and then Wang Xuan vomited blood slightly, Xiang Chu fell, what happened between this process, with his level, it was still impossible to see.

"I'm afraid I don't ......" Abu looked at the rolling dust, a figure was slowly rising, Xiang Chu climbed out of the big pit that was hit by the rapid fall, and the halberd in his hand was as tall as a pine, straight into the sky.

But if anyone can see him standing in it through the rolling dust, they will see at a glance how embarrassed he is at the moment.

Long before, his boots had shattered into countless pieces because they could not withstand his violent force, and this fall had made his armor tattered, not only in the sleeves, but also in a long scratch that went all the way up from his pants until it met the armor on his chest.

Through the torn clothes, it can be seen that there are also many small cuts on his skin, and some of them are beginning to spill blood.

The lines on his chest glowed with fluorescent lines, as if they were trying to connect them together, but a deep dent cut them off, making them impossible to heal.

Xiang Chu lowered his head, slightly regretful, and stretched out his hand to gently place it on the breastplate.

With a little reluctance, the lines that tried to be connected together again finally dissipated into bits of fluorescence, and the whole cuirass once again returned to its simple and heavy metallic color.

Then, Xiang Chu's palm exerted a slight force, and he forcibly ripped this armor off his upper body!

This cuirass had been with him for many years, even before the halberd in his hand had been forged after it had been made.

Whenever there was a big battle, he would always wear it on his body, on the one hand, it was a kind of nostalgia, and on the other hand, this cuirass had its own peculiarities - even if a master of the Little Grandmaster realm struck with all his strength, it might not be able to leave traces on it.

Today, this cuirass is already wasted and is in Wang Xuanwei's hands.

But so what? The sword is broken on the battlefield, and the armor is damaged by the enemy.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, Qin Ke saw the undisguised approval in Xiang Chu's eyes, he still had a hint of a smile, and his voice was still strong and powerful.

He said: "This trick is very good. ”