Amid the roar, the old man in gray's energy and blood surged like thunder, and his aura surged again.
Both fists were blasted out one after another, and dozens of flying swords flashing with cold sword energy were crushed by the violent fists the moment they came closer.
Song Xuan controlled the subsequent flying swords to continue attacking like raindrops, limiting his offensive while observing the martial arts master's methods.
Gradually, he came to a realization and had a clear understanding of the strength of the martial arts master.
A martial arts master mainly uses the power of heaven and earth to fight against the enemy.
The gray-clothed old man merged his body's energy and blood with the power of heaven and earth, turning it into a violent fist, destroying everything he passed, and the power was extremely terrifying.
The stronger his physical body, the more surging the power of his energy and blood, and the stronger the power of heaven and earth he can integrate into.
In other words, one's own energy and spirit are the foundation. The more solid the foundation, the tougher and stronger it is, the more terrifying the potential of integration will be.
The power of Grandmaster Ichika's punch alone is already so impressive. So, what will happen to Grandmaster Two Flowers?
When the three flowers condense into the spirit of martial arts and enter the realm of a master, what will the power of the sword be like when a sword is drawn?
Destroy a city with one sword?
The old man in gray was beaten very hard. In terms of instantaneous explosive power, the flying swords that filled the sky were far inferior to him.
But Song Xuan's offensive came one after another like a rain curtain, giving him no chance to break out of the encirclement. Sixty flying swords were arranged in groups, forming a group of sword formations, one layer inside another, one group at a time. Another set.
In the old man's field of vision, the sky and the earth were filled with flying swords. He could not tell the difference between east, west, north and south, and could not feel the direction of space. He seemed to be trapped in the stacked sword formations.
After a stick of incense, the old man's energy began to decline, his fists lost their initial ferocity, and there were even more blood-stained sword marks on his body.
"It's over!"
Song Xuan felt that his observation was almost done, and he had a rough understanding of the strength of the Grandmaster or Grandmaster Ichika.
Grandmaster Ichika can no longer bring him a sense of crisis. Just some small tricks to control the flying sword after breaking through can kill the opponent.
In fact, his strongest method is not long-range flying sword attack, but close combat!
Painful!
The Pure Yang Wuji Sword behind Song Xuan was unsheathed!
The roar of the sword resounded like a dragon's roar throughout the sky. A sword thrust out, as if the netherworld had descended on the human world. Countless ghost Shura were roaring, and emotions of despair and fear emerged in everyone's heart.
Although the old man in gray clothes was a martial arts master, under that sword, for a moment, he saw King Yama in the netherworld, holding the book of life and death in his hand, smiling slightly at him.
His consciousness froze for a moment.
And just this moment is enough.
When masters fight, life and death can only happen in a split second.
Tsk!
When the old man's consciousness returned, he happened to see countless sword lights coming from the sky and the earth, like stars all over the sky, shining to the extreme.
laugh!
The stars in the sky converged in a moment, and the sword light superimposed to the extreme. The old man in gray had a clear understanding, and his proud and indestructible body was pierced.
Wailed, the long sword was sheathed, Song Xuan's figure staggered beside him, and then he walked forward without looking back.
“Your body is very strong, and it’s really difficult to break through with your punches.
But your weakness is also very obvious, so obvious that if I want to kill you, I only need one sword! "
The old man in gray clothes raised his hand in confusion and touched the center of his eyebrows. A sword had penetrated there, and blood seeped out slowly along with the rain.
"weakness?"
The old man smiled bitterly. His spiritual will was indeed too weak compared to his extremely powerful physical body.
It is not that he is unaware of this weakness, but he has been spending most of his time in the villa practicing in seclusion. He has only recently traveled with the young master and has not met any decent masters.
After all, all the enemies he encountered could be killed with just one punch. Gradually, he began to ignore this weakness of his.
It was only today that he remembered it when Song Xuan mentioned it.
Yes, my weakness is still very obvious!
The center of his brow was pierced, and the power of Qi and blood in his body began to decline. His whole body was filled with deathly energy, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
Before he died, he finally realized, "Are you the Grandmaster of Double Flowers?"
Song Xuan smiled noncommittally.
He is not a double-flower master, not even a master.
But that's not important. He can kill Grandmaster Ichika instantly with one sword. In terms of combat power, it's not an exaggeration to say he is a Grandmaster of Two Flowers.
The old man in gray clothes closed his eyes in relief. Death at the hands of such a supreme master would be considered a life in vain!
"You're going to die now?"
Song Qian came through the air carrying the fat and thin tutu, stared at the old man in gray who fell to the ground, and curled her lips with some disdain.
"You pretend to be so powerful, but it turns out it's not just a matter of swordsmanship!"
Song Xuan rolled his eyes at her, "Don't underestimate him. This man's physical defense is extremely strong, his energy and blood are surging, and his ability to continue fighting is also extremely high. If his weaknesses were not too obvious, I would have to spend a lot of time to kill him today." effort."
Song Qian sighed and said with emotion: "I understand, in the path of martial arts, you don't have to pursue invincibility, but you must not have shortcomings. Is this what you want to say?"
Song Xuan nodded, "Speaking of which, he is too trusting.
This kind of person is not suitable for fighting alone. He needs the cooperation of suitable teammates to resist the enemy's mental attacks.
He seemed to be killed by me, but in fact he died of his own arrogance! "
Victoria Song chuckled, "Brother, you just stand and talk without pain in your back. You look young, and you don't have the 'power' that a grandmaster should have."
You say he is arrogant, but no martial arts master would be able to take you seriously, right? "
Song Xuan nodded, "What you said makes sense.
So, remember, when you face the enemy in the future, use your special moves when you come up. If a move fails to have an effect, turn around and run away immediately, regardless of whether you are losing face or not.
The old man didn't have an advantage in the first two punches. If he had any brains, he would have understood that my true strength may not be as simple as my innate cultivation.
With his master level cultivation, I really couldn't let him stay if he ran away from the beginning. "
Song Qian nodded repeatedly.
In fact, every time I kill a master with these similar words, I will preach to her.
But Song Qian was not annoyed at all, and was actually quite happy.
She has been used to listening to it since she was a child. If one day she can no longer hear it, she will not adapt to it.
Song Xuan walked to the old man's body and bent down to touch it. An expert like this should have some good things with him, right?
But after thinking for a moment, he stood up and waved to Song Qian.
"Come, search and see if there is anything good in him."
For a job like touching corpses and opening treasure chests, it would be more appropriate for Ou Huang to do it.
