Chapter 180: Teaching swordsmanship

The old man in white, who was lonely and arrogant, did not appear in front of Zhao Haochen as Zhao Haochen thought. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the huge sword stele, several rays of light flickered, and then five long swords flashed in front of Zhao Haochen, and now Zhao Haochen was forced, what is the situation? Five against one? This is too shameless.

Zhao Haochen was about to fight for himself, but before he could speak, the order of the five long swords changed.

"Damn! You're still unreasonable? Aren't you tired of fighting and killing all day long?"

This argument made the Xuanjian Sword Master who was hidden in the shield almost spurt out a mouthful of old blood, you are reasoning with this Sword Master, the Sword Lord just praised him in the different dimension, how can it be that in the blink of an eye, it is as if he has changed a person.

The people outside the hall Huang Tiancheng also seemed to have heard some joke, and their two fingered eyes stared at Zhao Haochen like a light bulb, and they were called a belly slander in their hearts.

You're still reasonable? You're tired? You're a helper, but you can't be so upside down, right? But not to mention the hundreds of human heads hanging outside the tent, they all died in your hands anyway, and the thousands of disciples of the Litian Sword Sect were not slaughtered by you in one move.

If you talk about the most unreasonable person in the world, you are counted. Well, not only is it unreasonable, but after being cheeky, ordinary people can't make such an argument.

The helper deserves to be the helper and has been taught.

In an instant, five long swords formed a formation, two long swords with the tips of the swords on the ground, the hilts of the swords upward, and two long swords hanging above the two long swords, three or four feet away, the hilt of the sword was inward, the tip of the sword was obliquely downward, and the hilt of the other long sword was next to the tip of the sword on the right.

It looks like a person's limbs, holding a sword in his right hand, and in a trance, he looks like a person, and his limbs are just replaced by a long sword.

This person's long sword danced, like a whirlwind, blowing a gust of sword wind, and the two long swords that landed on the tip of the sword were really like human legs, moving forward on the ground, but the speed was a little human, and they came to Zhao Haochen in the blink of an eye.

The long sword connected to the hilt of the sword slashed towards Zhao Haochen without any scaffolding, like a big knife, Zhao Haochen raised his sword to block horizontally, but the long sword that was used as a foot also flew up in the air, attacking Zhao Haochen's legs.

Zhao Haochen retreated sharply, but the two long swords actually flew up in the air with the other three long swords, like legs, constantly stabbing towards Zhao Haochen's chest, a volley over, and the long sword in his hand was close to him.

Zhao Haochen is in danger!

The blade of the sword slashed across Zhao Haochen's shoulder, and the hideous wound was very eye-catching, and before Zhao Haochen could react, the long swords like legs stabbed at Zhao Haochen's legs one after another.

Legs are the foundation of human action, if the legs can't walk, it is equivalent to burying one's life in vain, regardless of the image, the long sword in Zhao Haochen's hand flew out, and rushed towards the stabbing long sword, and his whole person fell backwards.

The cold earth stimulated his nerves, which had been nourished by the sword qi for thousands of years, and the sword qi hidden in it was also extraordinary, and the sword qi was like worms, wandering along his meridians on his body, eating away at his bones.

The handsome cheeks were a little distorted at the moment, the upward raised sword eyebrows were full of perseverance, the fascinated lips trembled slightly, Qingqi's collarbone continued to tremble, the clothes on his upper body were torn apart by the sword qi, the clear bones were distinct, the strong muscles were compact, and the masculinity of the man burst out.

The sword qi on the surface of his skin shuttled back and forth, his meridians bulged high, his face was distorted, and his hair was scattered, like a mad demon.

However, the white-clothed sword master did not pause at all, the long sword like an arm slashed the ground, rushing towards Zhao Haochen, if he succeeded, Zhao Haochen would definitely be split in half alive, if it was light, it would also be infertile.

Pain was entrenched in Zhao Haochen's mind, but he still retained the last reason and retreated, at this time he had no choice but to support the ground with his hands and bend his legs, like a cannonball catapulting himself.

"Demon!" Liu Cheng, Menglong and other martial artists jumped up one after another, attacking towards the five long swords, but at this moment, several long swords flew out of the sword tablet, stabbing towards the hearts of several people in the blink of an eye.

They had no chance to resist, only waiting for the fate of death, Liu Cheng once again felt the threat of death, so close to him.

"Don't!"

Zhao Haochen, who was retreating in a hurry, shouted anxiously, as if a few long swords were spiritual, and they were placed on the necks of several people, and the cold light was hideous and the killing intent was undiminished, seeing this, Zhao Haochen also breathed a sigh of relief, his mind was extremely dizzy, and he suddenly fell asleep.

The five long swords fell to the ground with a bang, and they did not attack Zhao Haochen again, although Liu Cheng and the others were alive and dead, they were relieved to see Zhao Haochen escape.

"If you fall asleep, then I'll kill them, if you don't believe it, just try!" The majestic voice was undoubted, and it clearly came into his ears, and in the chaos, he seemed to see a white-clothed sword master threatening him.

"No!no!no!" Zhao Haochen's soul roared, opened his eyes dimly, and as far as he could see, in the white chaos, there was nothing to do, only ethereal voices came from all directions.

"Soul banishment! I!" Zhao Haochen in his sleep couldn't help but hug a foul mouth, and walked lightly in this empty space, without direction, from time to time there were cages floating around him, covered by black cloth, and he couldn't see what was locked inside, only a roar, which seemed to be a human being but not like a human being.

Zhao Haochen's spirit walked to the side and wanted to open it to take a look, but there was a sudden fear in his heart, and a terrifying momentum came from it, unparalleled violence, and the power was not even inferior to the white-clothed sword master.

In an instant, fine beads of sweat soaked his clothes, his eyes were full of fear, and he wanted to retreat, but his legs seemed to disobey his own command, and he stood in place.

The cage floated and floated away into the distance, but Zhao Haochen, who had palpitations, took a few steps back again and again, not daring to make the slightest move, but this cage was clearly engraved in his heart.

In a daze, I seemed to hear some call, hazy, vague, "Someone is calling me?"

The voice came stronger and stronger, but it was always difficult to hear, and it was even more difficult to distinguish the direction, gathered his mind, dispelled the fear in his heart, sat cross-legged and pranayama, and calmed his heart, and then heard the voice from afar.

"Help!

His mind was scattered in countless wisps and scattered in all directions.