Miss.

The moment Zhao Wu'an took a step, such an answer was already given in his mind.

After all, Nie Junhuai was in almost his heyday, and in the previous fifty moves, Zhao Wu'an had exhausted all his strength, but for Nie Junhuai, he was just warming up.

Wangyue is the ancestral sword of the Nie family, which is difficult for ordinary people to control, even if it is a first-class master, if you want to come out of your sleeve, you must pause for a few breaths, and the imperial qi is condensed on the sword, and it is connected to the soul in order to exert the greatest power.

What Zhao Wuan wants to grab is this time. Before Nie Junhuai drew his sword, he would beat Wangyue and Nie Junhuai's delusions into the dead corner together.

But he realized that he was too late.

He and Nie Junhuai are still separated by a distance of five zhang, and Nie Junhuai has a sword out of his sleeve, almost only three breaths. Even Zhao Wu'an in his heyday could hardly shorten the distance to five zhang within three breaths, let alone him now.

The three breaths passed in an instant, and the airflow around Nie Junhuai's body was almost stagnant, but there was a swift wind flowing between the remaining sleeves.

"Break the love!"

Zhao Wu'an didn't stop, but he threw the only remaining Su curtain in his hand towards Nie Junhuai.

Su Mu, who had liberated the sword intent in mid-air, was like a tide of sword light, and in an instant, it had already reached Nie Junhuai's eyes, far from the sword light that flashed last time. The True Qi barrier that protected Nie Junhuai's body also had a slight crack due to being hit.

Before Nie Junhuai could repair these cracks, Zhao Wu'an took another step forward and said non-stop: "Luoshen!"

As a Taoist sect, Yan Daohuo had personally added this cultivation to him, and if he didn't use it, he would inevitably lose face to this senior.

And Zhao Wu'an remembered that when mentioning this senior, Aunt Lin had a look of fascination and described the Xian Xin Sword in her hand.

Sacrifice the sky with red blood. Although the sword is not in hand, the sword momentum does not need to be used by the sword.

Just like Miao Jiang, Zhao Wu'an's palm gave birth to a snow-white energy, winding back and forth, and in a breath, a five-foot giant sword suddenly weaved forward.

Rao is Nie Junhuai, and he couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this scene: "How is it possible!"

With qi condensation, although it is indeed something that can be done in the second-grade realm, if you want to condense such a five-foot-long giant sword, you have to consume half of the user's internal strength!

This is still for those who are full of air. Zhao Wu'an had been fighting with him for a long time, and his internal strength had long been gone, how could he rely on his own strength to condense such a shocking giant sword!?

Nie Junhuai was taken aback, and his condensing movements slowed down by half a minute, but Zhao Wu'an rushed forward without hesitation, and the next moment he formed Luo Shenfu in his hand, he threw it violently at Nie Junhuai's eyebrows.

Looking at such a huge sword shooting straight towards him, anyone would tremble in their hearts, and Rao is Nie Junhuai was no exception.

But he quickly calmed down, and slammed the qi that had been puffed up in his sleeve out of his body, and smashed straight on top of the surging sword-like qi.

No matter how intimidating the giant sword is, it is just made of qi condensation, as long as it fights back with stronger strength, everything will not be a problem.

Nie Junhuai gritted his teeth and sneered: "Stop this ear!"

The two qi forces collided, and the already stagnant air was suppressed to the extreme in an instant.

Nie Jun danced wildly in his sleeve robe, and the long crown of his hair also fell to the ground due to the impact of the storm, but the whole space was surprisingly silent, and Zhao Wu'an could even hear the hiss of Luo Shenfu cutting through the wind wall.

In the entire realm, only he and Luo Shenfu can protect Su Musha from advancing in the predetermined direction.

Zhao Wu'an didn't plan to stop. The palm of his right palm that had just thrown out Luo Shenfu was still hot, but when he took the next step, a five-foot giant sword was condensed in his left hand.

"Come again!!" In the wind, which seemed extremely quiet due to the collision of energy, Zhao Wu'an's voice was like the roar of a trapped beast.

The second Roselle Fu strikes.

This time, it was the result of following the Su curtain that was bounced back by Nie Junhuai, correcting its trajectory and realigning Nie Junhuai's right sleeve.

The heavy blade slammed through the fragile air, and swept Su Mushu into it neatly, and then struck Nie Junhuai's right sleeve with precision like an arrow from the string.

Until this time, Nie Junhuai was still competing with Zhao Wu'an's first Luo Shen Fu.

In this incredibly quiet air, everything seems to have slowed down. Zhao Wu'an could clearly hear the shrinkage of his heart, and he could keenly see every fine particle of dust raised by his steps, and he could dissolve the countless profound qi machines in front of him one by one, laying them out into simple horizontal and vertical lines.

Nie Junhuai's right sleeve began to swell at an extremely slow rate, rather that it was the only thing that moved quickly in the moment when it was all almost frozen and still.

Zhao Wu'an also felt that his pace was becoming slower and slower. The distance from Nie Junhuai is only three zhang, but it seems to be separated by thousands of miles. He could only watch as the two Luo Shen Fu he had driven out tore through the air at a speed like digging into the ground, approaching Nie Junhuai's right sleeve that was about to be full of qi.

The comparison between the two is so stark.

The qi wall around Nie Junhuai's body was so strong that it was almost impenetrable, and even if Zhao Wu'an grabbed another mile, it would be difficult to reach Nie Junhuai's face before Wangyue's sword came out.

"After all...... Can't you stop it?" such a thought floated in Zhao Wuan's head.

The third, if I can pull out the third Roselle Fu......

The thought was fleeting, like a bubble in my mind. Zhao Wu'an understood that it was nothing more than delusion. Even in Miaojiang, he was like entering a no-man's land, and he could only condense two Luo Shen Fu with his strength at the same time.

It's better to say that this is an inhuman feat, and it is surprising enough that Zhao Wu'an was lucky enough to be able to condense two handles, and if he adds one more, it will become absolutely impossible.

"But ......"

In the already stagnant space, Zhao Wu'an's footsteps became as slow as if he had stopped, and a sense of despair within his reach was overwhelming, like an abyss that wanted to devour people alive.

"I won't, I'll be ceased. The boy's whisper echoed through a near-static space-time.

Nie Junhuai's brows moved slightly, and his eyes revealed a slight surprise.

"Yan Daohuo obviously only divided your strength, and it is a miracle that you can survive fifty moves under my hands, how can it be ......?"

However, before he could finish his words, he was cut off by the energy that swarmed in front of him.

"Roselle—"

The pale white energy of the third Luo Shenfu bloomed from between Zhao Wu'an's palms, just like a purple potholl blooming.

The white-clothed layman, stumbling with his hands clasped together and holding the long-defunct Luo Shen Fu, let out a hoarse roar at the invincible enemy in the almost frozen closed time and space.

Then, in an instant, the closed time was liberated and began to flow again. All the hustle and bustle that should have faded was also refilled with Zhao Wu'an's ears at that moment.

Click, click.

A slight sound like broken glass emanated from between Zhao Wu'an and Nie Junhuai's bodies.

The three Luo Shen Fu condensed by the qi machine were already hanging in the air, and each of them stabbed into the body protection true qi that Nie Junhuai was proud of as a first-class master. Of course, the one who made a great contribution to it was still Su Musha, who liberated the sword intent at the beginning.

The essence of the sword intent of breaking love is to eliminate ten thousand. Strike out all the true elements in a single sword, the sword light is like a tide, and the sword momentum is unmatched. Although it is not as majestic and domineering as the Bodhisattva, its power is still not to be underestimated.

After all, the master of this erasure of love and Taoism has broken off 1,600 horses with a sword.

Coupled with Yan Dao's successful ability to attach himself to Zhao Wu'an, it has caused the situation of shattering Nie Junhuai's close-range air shield now.

Nie Junhuai's eyes widened and he looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief.

In just three breaths, Zhao Wu'an summoned three giant swords, and he was even able to pass through the time barrier effect of the first-grade master's own body, and directly inserted the sword condensed by his qi into his body protection true qi.

What's more, because Su Musha had already shattered part of the true qi layer before, Luo Shenfu's qi was directly wrapped around Nie Junhuai's arm, and now Nie Junhuai's right sleeve and qi have been dispersed three or four out of ten.

The gray and black eyes were wrapped in mist, and Nie Junhuai clenched his teeth tightly.

Zhao Wu'an raised his eyes, gritted his teeth and looked at this first-class master who was close at hand, and his eyes were about to split.

"You're really good. Nie Junhuai nodded, "Being able to do this is indeed beyond my imagination." Even with the blessing of that senior's Qi Machine, it would be a great achievement to be able to break through my body-protecting true qi. ”

"Unfortunately, I won't let you get out of here alive. ”

The sleeves of the robe, which had been shriveled down, were filled again in an instant.

Zhao Wu'an's face changed, and the hands that were holding Luo Shenfu suddenly burst into green muscles.

But the more mellow energy had already wrapped the Luo Shen Fu in his hand tightly, as if it was sticky, and he couldn't advance or retreat.

"It doesn't have to be in vain. You don't think that this little injury can really destroy my Inland Sea Cover Door, right?" Nie Junhuai's undulating voice sounded from the front.

Zhao Wu'an hurriedly said: "Su Musha!"

The cold long sword was instantly handed, and Zhao Wu'an stepped forward while holding the sword and swinging it horizontally, ruthlessly tearing apart the protective true qi in front of him.

"It's too late. Nie Junhuai's voice seemed to come from the abyss.

The Su curtain held upside down in his hand covered the sword like a waterfall, like the fangs of a poisonous snake.

Zhao Wu'an used the last strength left in his body and slashed down towards Nie Junhuai's bulging right sleeve.

The sharp blade cut through the countless threads of energy that were tightly wound between the two, and finally touched Nie Junhuai's sleeve.

Sting!

Zhao Wu'an's heart was beating wildly, but a burst of ecstasy flashed in his mind: "It's too late!"

Wangyue is still not out of the sheath!

"It's late. ”

There was no bright color in Nie Junhuai's ink pupils, and then he suddenly puffed out his left arm and threw it at Zhao Wu'an's chest.

Zhao Wu'an suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood arrows from his mouth, and rolled out with Su Mushao in his hand, raising a trail of bloody dust.

Nie Junhuai unhurriedly sorted out the dust on his body, frowned again, and glanced at his right sleeve that had been cut out.

"You can't win me. The gap between me and you is by no means a first-class master who can be equalized with a few traces of energy. Nie Junhuai's cold voice sounded above his head.

"It's like you've just put your life on the line, and you're just cutting off a corner of my clothes. ”

Nie Junhuai rolled up the sleeve on the right side, revealing his empty arm.

"From the very beginning, you didn't understand where the gap between me and you was. From the very beginning, you have taken the wrong strategy. Zhao Wu'an, I'm not the little thief you dealt with before, I'm an upright master. ”

He walked slowly towards Zhao Wu'an, his left hand tightly gripping the buzzing Wangyue Sword.

"But I'll keep my promise. You are strong enough to deserve to die under this Wangyue sword. ”

"Now, say your last words. ”