The twelve colors are like one, the breath is connected, like a long snake array, fluttering like a demon in the sea. The twelve people sent and received closely and cooperated seamlessly.

Dugu Yan attacked one color, and eleven colors teamed up to shelter, attacking and defending, attacking and defending properly, and didn't give him a chance, even if it looked like a trap. That's what deserves to be called true despair.

If there was no red jade from the side, Dugu Yan would have died at the hands of the twelve colors no less than ten times.

Dugu Yan attacked, although he tried his best with every blow, but he got nothing. The red jade is the main defender, but it is only barely resisting, and among the three moves, there is always one move that requires Dugu Yan to turn from attack to defense in order to resolve the danger.

It is said that there is a way, but the actual combat is invisible. The blade qi flies, and within a hundred zhang, the grass, trees, and stubborn stones are all affected by it.

Looking at it from a distance, there is no human form in sight, only a ball of swords, lights, swords and shadows, and inadvertently, it has been fought to more than 200 rounds.

Dugu Yan was hit by a move on his left arm, and Hongyu's true qi was about to run out, his hands and feet were sore, and he was weak.

Of course, it was also the first time that the twelve colors had faced such a difficult opponent since the group's inception, and Gray also suffered a shoulder injury. That injury, in exchange for Dugu Yan's injury, seems to be evenly matched on the surface, but in fact, it is the twelve colors that take the lead.

Hongyu and Dugu Yan fought Zhang Jingsheng first, and then fought a decisive battle with the Twelve Colors, not only suffering in strength, but also in momentum.

If the Twelves had been a step too late, there might have been a different picture right now, but the facts never gave them a chance to hypothesize.

The twelve colors of breath are connected, although the injury suffered by gray is not lighter than Dugu Yan's, but the pain is shared by twelve people, and the pain that finally spreads to everyone is just the same as the feeling of being scratched by a cat.

The sword light and sword aura suddenly stopped, seemingly calm, but they were all brewing the final blow. Twelve-colored suddenly changed their original position, no longer surrounding Dugu Yan and Hongyu, they instead stood in a straight line, looking as if they were going to escape, but Dugu Yan couldn't find a reason for them to escape.

Now is the perfect time for them to do it.

Dugu Yan's guess was really good, the twelve people were not a complete row, but formed the shape of a sword.

Pink, blue, white, gray, red five colors for the blade, purple, yellow two colors for the wrist protection, separate red left and right, dark green, green, orange two colors for the hilt, standing in the rear, only black, brown two will be the edge of the sword, good for the tip.

The overall configuration is appropriate, and the good steel is indeed on the edge of the sword.

The sword vaporized, and the light made the sky a little dim, as if it was flashing and flashing.

The cold color is the murder weapon, the rivers and lakes are the lambs, it seems that no one in this world can fight against them, and they are the twelve colors of the rivers and lakes.

The twelve colors are never only twelve colors, they are a murder weapon composed of twelve powers, and the perfect one is just a lack of emotion. The twelve colors were never just the twelve colors, they were once human beings, and they used to have their own names, but now, the light of kendo has overshadowed everything about them, including their true nature.

The murderous aura is soaring into the sky, and the ghosts are not approachable. A sword turns into white bones, and white bones are not a pity.

Under this powerful momentum, Dugu Yan actually forgot what he should do, what he should do, depressed, fearful, and helpless...... It's as if you can't defuse their attack with any move, as if no matter how much you struggle, the result will be the same.

At the last opportunity, the red light flashed, and a red sword was in front of him, "Okay, I will defend it, and you will attack, let me take over their move, this may be their strongest move, if you can survive by luck, avenge me......"

"What are you kidding, how can you ......"

Dugu Yan stood up with his long sword, and suddenly recalled a picture in his mind.

Among all the swordsmanship on the banner, there was only one swordsmanship that he had not understood, and that was the swordsmanship that had been flickering.

At first, he also thought that it was just because of the passage of time, and the above moves were lost.

But gradually, he found that it was not because some content was lost, but because he understood the art of the sword god in the world, if there was nothing.

There is a sword like no sword, and the sword is born from nothing, and that is the strongest sword. That is, the sword in the hearts of the world.

The flickering ...... Looming ...... Isn't it a little close to the current twelve colors?

It's a pity that Dugu Yan discovered it too late, and the twelve colors really became a sword, a huge sword, with a sword body, a spirit as a sword holder, and qi as a sword qi.

Just one sword made all of Duguyan's hopes collapse.

"Is this what a human being can achieve?" he asked.

"If there really is a god, how can the gods crack the swordsmanship they are facing at the moment? If it is a demon, it can be stronger than this?"

Doubts, stop the moment Ruby falls.

And the truth is even more terrifying than Duguyan expected. Ruby took the next blow with all his strength, but the huge air sword didn't stop with a single blow, and he had more moves.

Dugu Yan looked at each other with tears in his eyes, and he should be the next one to fall.

However, for the sake of that sentence, "If you can survive by chance, avenge me", he also had to cheer up and fight with all his might.

He survived, but only because it wasn't what they had originally thought.

At the beginning, they thought that the twelve colors gathered into a sword were only one type, and if they couldn't kill all of Dugu Yan and Hongyu under one blow, they would also scatter and change back to their original appearance, or exhaust their physical strength and let them be slaughtered.

But in fact, they were like swords made of real steel, and they kept sticking together, first with a blow, bringing down the red jade, and then stabbing at Dugu Yan.

Dugu Yan roared desperately, jumped forward, and used the tip of his sword to resist the palm power of the black and brown two, and said in his heart: "I don't believe that you mere meat people can really block steel!"

"You have qi to protect your body, and my sword is also protected by qi, qi and qi cancel each other out, and the flesh palm is no match for steel!"

The truth was diametrically opposed to what he expected, the other party's qi condensed seemed to be harder than steel, and it would not be weakened by his qi at all.

Dugu Yan said in his heart: "Could it be that there are many of them, and their true qi has become stronger and harder?"

He desperately mobilized his true qi, and the internal strength of sitting in the well and watching the sky rioted, forming a huge whirlpool, and even the white clouds in the sky were curled into the appearance of a dry well.

At the moment of crisis, Dugu Yan's internal strength actually broke through to another realm, "sit in a well and watch the sky outside, the dragon cloud without phase, cast a well for me, and look at the turbid sky outside the sky, Kang Long has regrets, and it is difficult to become a dripping ......"

These few words are the deepest creations in the Heaven Snatching Technique, the stargazing language.

Dugu Yan has never groaned, but at this moment he can't help it.

Is the qi that even the heavens and the earth change for it, is it the breath of living beings? Or is it the qi that heaven and earth cast all things and give them to all things?

It's hard to understand for a while, but the twelve colors are unmoved.

Although Dugu Yan's momentum is fierce, he can shock all things, and his qi is scattered after all, although he can gather tons of less, but it is not enough to shake the sword, the sword has no wind, it is tall and condensed, what Dugu Yan is poor is the cohesion of qi. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Cold Jianghu Claw Book House" for free for the first time.