More and more pale arms stretched out in all directions, almost covering Xiaodaocheng. White hands temporarily replaced the sun and became the only visible thing above Xiaodaocheng.
The whole city was in despair, and many people were slumped on the ground helplessly, watching the approaching disaster.
"Extreme storm style!"
A low voice sounded softly from a corner in the city. Jiang Yan pulled out his long sword and slashed it towards the sky.
Countless pieces of sword energy emerged in the air, and as soon as they appeared, they started to spin rapidly.
Jiang Yan kept his sword-cleaving posture motionless, and more and more sword energy was born, and the sword energy rotated, and they formed a tornado... a sword energy tornado, a sword energy tornado a hundred feet tall.
The sword energy tornado flew up into the air and collided with the falling white hand. Silently, the densely packed arms were torn apart by the sword energy and turned into powder.
But more pale arms were born from the white-handed tree body, and they struck the sword energy tornado below like moths to the flames.
A steady stream of innate Qi used storm-style martial arts as a medium to turn into sword Qi all over the sky and attack the big white tree in the sky.
After Jiang Yan advanced to the Crystal Realm, he used the Storm Sword Style again, and the power increased again. It was absolutely difficult for ordinary third-level monsters to block his terrifying sword style, but Bai Hand blocked it.
Of course, this is not surprising.
This big white tree of unknown category should be a fourth-level monster.
call!
suck!
Jiang Yan took a deep breath, he quickly sheathed his sword, and quickly slashed with the sword diagonally. He just took action. On the one hand, he wanted to prevent the white hand from coming and causing irreparable disaster wounds to Xiaodaocheng. On the other hand, he also wanted to test it initially. Strength.
Since it cannot be eliminated quickly, it can only be blasted out of Xiaodaocheng first. Otherwise, once Jiang Yan reaches full combat power, he will not be able to worry about Xiaodaocheng. The aftermath of a fourth-level battle is unbearable for ordinary people.
His attacks became more and more violent, each sword strike faster than the other. Finally, half a quarter of an hour later, Jiang Yan blasted Bai Shou out of the sky above Xiaodaocheng.
"Finally, I can take action without any scruples." Jiang Yan stepped on the top of the city, his palms slightly loosened, and his sword dropped and inserted into the cracks of the bricks.
Without the support of the innate Qi, Bai Shou quickly got rid of the sword storm. However, at this time, Jiang Yan suddenly took a step up the mountain. He clenched his fist tightly. Above his head, a huge blazing flame also appeared. fist.
This is the Wind and Fire Fist, Jiang Yan's newly developed martial art. The wind is torn apart, the clouds are blown away, and a giant fist flies across the sky.
In mid-air, Bai Shou also made new movements. Its size suddenly shrank, shrinking to only five feet in height. Facing the huge fist coming from the sky, its body shook, and countless tiny arms formed a conch shape.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The conch made a low-pitched sound, and the sounds echoed one after another. They did not spread to the surroundings, but were layered on top of each other and gathered into a bunch.
This is an indescribable and invisible force. It belongs to sound and waves. It impacts the Fenghuo Fist. The Fenghuo Fist, burning with heavy flames, is like heavy glass that has been hit by a heavy hammer. Countless cracks appear at the same time. Emerging, the cracks intertwined and expanded rapidly.
Silently, the Wind and Fire Fist shattered into small uniform pieces, and then turned into countless sparks that scattered.
The sound beam continued forward and penetrated Jiang Yan's body in an instant, blasting him to pieces.
Jiang Yan's figure slowly appeared on another part of the city wall. It was his shadow that was shattered by the sound wave just now. He avoided Bai Shou's attack with a giant whale rush step in advance.
Seizing the moment when Jiang Yan avoided the sonic attack, Baishou retracted all his arms in an instant, revealing the pale white tree body. A huge gap immediately opened in the center of the tree body.
A dark eye was exposed. It looked at Jiang Yan calmly, and Jiang Yan's figure was reflected in its pupils.
Click! The dark eyes instantly shattered!
Jiang Yan's surroundings solidified, and this powerful binding force directly locked him in place. His whole body's innate energy exploded in an attempt to quickly get rid of this abnormality.
Buzz!
White hands appeared behind Jiang Yan, and countless arms condensed. They formed a blazing white gun, an extremely sharp gun. This gun stabbed out, and its target was Jiang Yan's back.
Unable to escape his confinement for the time being, there was no sense of panic in Jiang Yan's eyes. Large black lines appeared on his skin, and three twisted, ugly and ferocious beast heads suddenly appeared on his chest that was blocked by his clothes.
Behind Jiang Yan, the phantoms of three ferocious beasts roared and rushed towards the blazing white spears that had pierced the storm, and they collided with each other.
In an instant, the blazing white spears pierced the empty cicada one after another, and the shadow of the dragon and the deer came together with Funiu after the breath dropped significantly. The next moment, an invisible wind blew by, and the two were annihilated at the same time.
The operation of the Twelve Beast Mysterious Sutras blocked Jiang Yan from this terrible blow.
Fire!
In an instant, a white flame instantly appeared above Bai Shou's head. It burned calmly. Taking advantage of the moment when the white spear and the ferocious beast were annihilated, and before Bai Shou made any other moves, it floated down.
Without making any sound, the Pure Spirit Fire enveloped Baishou, burning it to pieces in an instant. A large amount of black greasy liquid gushes out from the Baishou tree in an attempt to isolate it from the scorching heat.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jiang Yan unleashed all his strength and broke free from the constraints of space. He once again grasped the sword standing on the top of the city.
call!
Jiang Yan clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands and his eyes were cold. He looked up at Bai Shou, who was entangled with Jing Ling True Fire. At this moment, Bai Shou had quickly risen into the air and distanced himself from him.
He slowly raised his sword, and then slashed it down. The sword fell very slowly and heavily, as if Jiang Yan had exhausted all his strength.
As the sword fell, Jiang Yan's figures holding swords and slashing heavily appeared on the city wall. They all held their swords and kept attacking, aiming at the weird thing in the sky.
At the end, thousands of swords merged into one, and a small black-red sword took shape. This sword was of ancient style. From the tip to the handle, it was dyed with lumps and lumps, bits and pieces of black and red light. It exuded A strong aura of destruction.
With a clang, this terrifying black and red sword struck down! Straight towards Bai Shou in the air, the entire sky, this small black and red sword instantly attracted all the attention, and it stabbed Bai Shou at once!
Return to the sword style!
The strongest attacking sword style currently mastered by Jiang Yan, the meaning of uniting ten thousand swords into one, can instantly condense the power in the body into one strike. When Jiang Yan used the sword this time, he used 90% of his innate energy, leaving only 10%, be prepared for unexpected events.
The small white tree was pierced by a thin black-red line and split in half. The gray-white pure spirit flame penetrated into its wound. When compared with the white hand, there was no response. It was already dead. The flames only burned its body. Just wreckage.
Jiang Yan waved his hand and took back the gray-white Pure Spirit Flame. Along with the Pure Spirit Flame, there was also a large piece of black and gray smoke. This piece of black and gray smoke quickly merged into Jiang Yan's left hand and disappeared.
Jiang Yan pulled the long sword back into its scabbard, and then he discovered that there were still many people standing on the top of the city. They were led by a middle-aged warrior with a broken arm. At this moment, the broken-arm warrior was looking at him in shock.
"Who are you?" he asked.
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PS: Thanks to Liuxiang for the reward. You, Xiaoyue, Xiaocao and Xiaohao have become my biggest fans. I’m so happy.
PS: I know that I am not very good at describing battles. I have exhausted my brain cells in this chapter today. I will continue to work hard. Please continue to support me.
