If there is any martial art in this world that is the most difficult to cultivate, then the Seven Swords of Chopping Rainbow can definitely be ranked in the forefront, its difficulty, the difficulty is the first knife after inviting the upper body of the knife, often an excellent sword master, it will take twenty years or even more to wield this peerless sword.

After the momentum is like the wind, the roar is like a tiger!

With a tiger roar, Wu Tong stepped on the ground and ran towards Wen Renhao, countless splashes splashed under his feet, and the extremely sharp figure, like the tiger descending from the mountain, would tear everything in front of him to pieces at any time.

Facing Wu Tong's sharp knife momentum, Wen Renhao put away his spear, and the defensive position suddenly became a defensive position.

The blade of the long knife continued to hit the black spear body, and the black spear emitted bursts of painful screams from time to time, as the master of the divine soldier, Wen Renhao felt the same way, and the grievances of the spear made him sweat like rain, but Wu Tong was too crazy, chasing and chasing, and the Holy Son of the State Religion completely fell into the disadvantage.

"If you don't open the distance, the spear won't be able to play any advantage!" Liu Shayun frowned, even though Wen Renhao's defeat had appeared now, he didn't think that Wu Tong could win so easily.

"The Holy Son still has the strength to spare, don't look at Tongtong who is about to force him into a corner now, but everyone has seen that from beginning to end, the Holy Son has not fired a single shot. ”

Liu Shaoyun turned his head sideways and said lightly at Wu Qiuyu: "This Haotian secret pawn is really weird, just like the burst of white light just now, I can't detect the existence of a trace of heaven and earth vitality from it, if you want to say that this heavenly punishment marksmanship, we haven't seen it for many years." ”

"Alas. Wu Qiuyu sighed lightly, shook his head and said with a wry smile: "In the past thousand years, the state religion has relied too much on the Haotian Secret Scriptures, so much so that most of the inheritance of the Holy Ancestor has been discarded. ”

No longer speaking, Liu Shayun withdrew his gaze, the power of the Haotian Secret Scripture is known to the world, and the estrangement of the state religion from the other eight holy places is also obvious to all. Looking at the increasingly fierce fighting in the ring below, he sighed in his heart, if Wen Renhao used the Heavenly Punishment Marksmanship at the beginning, then Wu Tong at this time would not have become so crazy.

Approaching the edge of the ring, Wen Renhao gritted his teeth, avoided Wu Tong's turning knife, jumped up, and when the distance between him and Wu Tong was widened, he shouted loudly and stabbed a shot with a condescending backhand.

"Hunt for snakes!"

The black tip of the spear kept shaking, and then it emitted a faint fluorescence, and in half a breath, the spear stabbed nearly a hundred times.

"Wandering!"

Such a sharp spear made Wu Tong have to counterattack and defend, and lay down on the ground suddenly, the long knife in his hand rotated and brought a gust of wind, and after the piercing roar, his figure had already slipped out a long way.

"Good!" the old priest of the state religion suddenly stood up and applauded vigorously, and in a few moments there was a thunderous applause behind the old priest.

Three zhang away, Wen Renhao finally distanced himself from Wu Tong, and when he stood with a gun, his chest kept rising and falling, and he was oppressed by Wu Tong for too long, he began to be a little exhausted, if it wasn't for a flash of inspiration to use the heavenly punishment marksmanship, in a few rounds, in the face of Wu Tong's more and more fierce momentum, he would definitely be powerless to return to the sky.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and after only a few breaths, the potholes and depressions in the ring were filled with stagnant water, Wu Tong stood in the corner with a knife, and looked at Wen Renhao with a sudden change in breath with a vigilant face.

After a long time, Wen Renhao held the spear in front of him with both hands, closed his eyes, and began to bow his head and chant.

An obscure, clear voice spat out of his mouth, and the sky in the ring changed suddenly, and thunder rolled across the sky, and then a strong wind blew.

The holy white light appeared on the tip of Wen Renhao's gun again, only this time, the divine light no longer stabbed Wu Tong, when Wen Renhao's body was shrouded by that divine light, Wu Tong took two steps back, and the turbulence in the ring had already torn the corners of his clothes.

"Tick, tick!" The torrential rain struck the back of the rainbow knife, the square was silent, and the depression of the mountain rain made everyone hold their breath, and their hearts were about to rise to their throats.

Haotian's hymn sounded in the ring, and after the white light appeared, Wen Renhao reappeared.

The originally tall and heroic figure suddenly became larger at this moment, and when he opened his eyes, Wu Tong's heart sank, and the piercing coldness made him feel cold all over his body.

The well-tailored caftan could no longer wrap Wen Renhao's body, and after the tooth-sore sound, countless seams were cracked, and the robe was reduced to pieces.

Jing Chi's upper body was enjoying the washing of the spring rain, and after a few washes, some golden Xuanwen of different sizes appeared on Wen Renhao's skin, and those words were twisted and beating, and they were constantly emitting dazzling light.

"Haotian Secret Text—Sacrifice!"

Everyone's eyes fell on Wen Renhao's body, the bronze skin looked extremely strange against the background of the golden Xuanwen, and the angular lines were full of explosive power that made people's hearts palpitate.

Haotian's praise still resounded in the sky, facing Wu Tong's slowly raised long knife, he heard a loud shout from Ren Hao, and rushed to kill him.

Wu Tong knew in his heart that such a strange secret technique was nothing more than sacrificing his essence blood to the so-called god, similar to the madness of the demon clan, and in a short period of time, the strength of the spell caster was doubled.

At this moment, Wen Renhao's strength is constantly rising, and he is almost about to cross the threshold of the burning bones.

With a wisp of coldness, the tip of the gun stabbed Wu Tong fiercely, and with a loud bang, Wu Tong flew out directly upside down with a knife, and smashed it on the air wall on the edge of the ring, his chest and abdomen churned, and several mouthfuls of blood gushed out instantly.

"So strong?" Wu Tong couldn't believe his eyes, Wen Renhao after the sacrifice was really a little too strong.

"You lost!" Wen Renhao's eyes flashed with disdain, looking at Wu Tong, who was struggling to stand up, he smiled coldly and said: "Haotian's divine radiance, how can mortals fight against it!"

"Really?" Gently spitting out a mouthful of blood, Wu Tong raised his hand to wipe away the rain and blood on his face, and suddenly laughed wildly.

"What are you laughing at?" Wen Renhao took a few steps forward and looked down at Wu Tong condescendingly, in his eyes, the current Wu Tong was just an ant, and he could not pose any threat to him.

"What are you laughing at?" Wu Tong didn't look up at Wen Renhao's face, the pride of the young master of the Sword Sect made him unable to look up at anyone, no matter who it was, "The so-called sacrifice is just madness, madness is only temporary, as long as I am still standing, the one who loses is still you!"

"Then you can try!" As soon as the words fell, Wen Renhao jumped up, raised a gun and stabbed Wu Tong in the chest, and the gun almost broke the trajectory of the falling rain.

"The sword is still guarded, not moving like a mountain!" When Wu Tong roared with a hideous face, a layer of fluorescence suddenly bloomed on the rainbow slashing knife, and the dazzling fluorescence turned into a wall of qi, blocking Wu Tong's body.

"What!!" The nobles above the attic were shocked again, and before they could recover from the power of the Haotian Secret Classic, Wu Tong's third sword that crossed the level had already amazed everyone's eyes.

The third knife of the rainbow that should have been able to be understood in the realm of concentrating was actually used by Wu Tong at the moment of life and death, and after Liu Chen's shocking hug, Wu Tong once again subverted people's cognition.

The battle situation began to be confusing again. (To be continued.) )