"Whoosh whoosh!"
Several long swords pierced Zhao Changhe who fell in mid-air at the same time.
All the sword moves seemed to have been measured, and every angle was coordinated to a standard, including main attack, blockade, assist, and interference, forming an extremely difficult sword formation coordination that was even more standard than the formations that people have refined over time.
The main attacker is Lan Wujiang.
His injury had healed, but his swordsmanship seemed to have improved even more. With this thrust of the sword, Zhao Changhe felt the biting snow peaks, and the ice-chilling bone.
That's not just Lan Wujiang's own swordsmanship... it's already largely Shiwuding's sword.
But Zhao Changhe turned a blind eye.
That's it?
There was a loud "clang" sound, and Toad Jump had already struck the center of the sword net.
The violent bloody sword light spilled out in all directions, causing several sword slaves around to retreat with a muffled sound. Lan Wujiang, who bore the brunt, even broke his sword, and then retreated in shock.
This Zhao Changhe is so crazy in power!
Zhao Changhe rushed into the formation and pulled Han Wubing up: "Let's go!"
Han Wubing was drowsily supported by Zhao Changhe and said in a low voice: "Actually, I suggest you stay away from me, because I suspect that I will be the one to stab you."
Zhao Changhe knew this truth, but still said: "Stop talking nonsense."
Over there, Lan Wujiang had already changed his sword and pounced again. There were heavy shadows of swords around him, trapping him on the spot.
"Thirty-seven on the list, Blood Shura Zhao Changhe..." Lan Wujiang did not recognize that this was Si Laoye who had fought against him a few days ago, and said calmly: "We have known for a long time that you are in Miaojiang. I really thought we would completely Unprepared? Bringing so many people out is not for Han Wubing, but for You."
"I'm flattered." Without thinking, Zhao Changhe held Han Wubing in his left hand, turned his right hand, and the sword flashed by.
Waves of blood surged all around, flakes of snow flew, and all the swords glowed. Qi and blood surged in the bodies of the sword slaves around them, almost ready to burst out.
The mountains and rivers are filled with blood!
The mountains and rivers filled with blood at this moment were slightly different from before.
When you have been playing with swords for a long time, you will naturally integrate common techniques and intentions. The blood at this moment is as violent as a knife, compared with the previous sword light like water filling the courtyard, there are so many similarities... It is nothing more than a combination of violence and cleverness. , they are verifiable and take different strengths to push their respective advantages to a higher level.
"Whoosh whoosh!" The snowflakes seemed to be alive, flying dexterously, and even nimbly chased after the sword slave when he was dodging.
Screams sounded at the same time in no particular order, and blood sprayed all around. With just one blow, the sword slaves all fell.
"Good sword skills!" The sword light flashed in front of him, and Lan Wujiang stabbed his throat with his sword, blocking Zhao Changhe's way of breaking out.
Zhao Changhe raised his long sword at an angle, and the blood rain in the sky suddenly stopped, and the snowflakes softened.
The space seemed to have turned into slow motion, leaving only the cold light in the night wiping the other person's throat.
The small building listened to the spring rain all night.
"Choke!" The once invincible sword was actually blocked by Lan Wujiang.
This isn't just Lan Wujiang after all.
Zhao Changhe had already expected it. When Lan Wujiang blocked the sword and turned slightly, he forced Han Wubing to take a diagonal step and swept past Lan Wujiang. At the same time, he turned back with his hand. Chop, then chop Lan Wujiang's neck.
Lan Wujiang had no choice but to block another blow, and Zhao Changhe had already rushed out with Han Wubing and escaped into the darkness.
"Whoosh whoosh!" The wind roared loudly behind him, and the sword slaves who had all had their throats stabbed just now chased after him again.
Zhao Changhe didn't even look at it, it was all expected.
Why did the follow-up to the previous Battle of Maitreya point here? Of course there are similarities... Is there any difference between the control of corpse puppets and the control of sword slaves?
Different types, but the same essence, they are all dead. If you want to kill again, the key point may not be the throat, you have to find it again.
Zhao Changhe only hoped that people like Han Wubing who were cultivated in his early years were still alive.
He pulled Han Wubing and ran towards the nearby forest. It looked like he was about to escape, but in fact he found a place with thick bushes and pushed Han Wubing in to hide him. He took out a piece of clothing from the ring and put it on his left arm. With a human appearance, it flew up the tree.
Lan Wujiang and others who were chasing behind them couldn't see clearly in the night, so they followed and flew up: "Where are you running!"
Zhao Changhe stood on the tree branch and looked coldly at Lan Wujiang, who rushed forward first. His arms had doubled in thickness unknowingly.
"Roar!" Dragon Bird looked down from a high position, splitting the sky and slashing wildly!
He has a foothold, but Lan Wujiang does not. In addition, as soon as the blessing of Wuwo of Heaven and Earth is opened, the Blood Shura Body explodes unscrupulously, and the power of the ebb and flow is more than doubled!
Lan Wujiang just felt like the mountain was collapsing. He couldn't even tell if it was a fucking knife or a mace. If he was hit on the head, he would end up with his head turning into a watermelon without the need for an attack.
Fortunately, he had anticipated this, and his movement skills were also exquisite. He made a spin in mid-air, trying to step on the branch next to him to stab him in a roundabout way.
As long as he entangles Zhao Changhe for a moment, countless sword slaves and ten thousand swords will come from around him. He is no different from a living target in the tree branch.
However, just when he was about to turn around, someone shouted loudly above his head: "Come back!"
Lan Wujiang suddenly felt that these words sounded a bit familiar... Before he could react, his body seemed to have encountered some strong suction force. Although it could not really suck him back, it made his body spinning in mid-air freeze, and he turned around. Don't go there!
Crane control skill!
Why is his left hand empty? And how did he predict my movement skills? Has he ever fought me?
There was no time to react, and the broad knife had already struck the top of his head.
Lan Wujiang was so stunned that he quickly held his sword to his head.
Once the sword loses its lightness and collides with the broadsword, the result will definitely not be a vibrating sword.
But the sword breaks and the man dies.
With a crisp sound, the long sword broke, and Lan Wujiang's Tianling Gai was split in half by the sword.
A touch of bloody sword energy suddenly overflowed from his mind, and Lan Wujiang's body fell heavily to the ground, completely dead.
"But even so, the path of life and death is actually far inferior to that of the corpse demon...but there may be other consequences." Zhao Changhe hurriedly glanced at the dissipating sword energy and had no time to care about it. The long swords of countless sword slaves around him were already coming, and even A sword energy had already taken advantage of Lan Wujiang's opportunity to scratch his right arm.
He kicked off the tree branch and floated backwards. He was in mid-air, and there was already an arrow in his hand, which he flung out like a hidden weapon.
With a "pop" sound, it accurately penetrated the eye of the sword slave who was chasing the nearest one.
The sword slave screamed and fell to the ground. He could still hold his eyes and roll around. He could still feel pain...
"Step", Zhao Changhe stepped on another tree behind him and flew away again.
Don't be entangled. If you continue to be entangled, time will come...
He hoped that the pursuit of these sword slaves would prevent Shi Wuding from looking at Han Wubing in the bushes, and it would be best if he could lead him away.
Zhao Changhe was a little worried. This was probably a bit unreliable. It was very possible that Shi Wuding could sense where Han Wubing was...
But at this moment, there was no other way. It was impossible for him to fight behind Han Wubing's back. I just hope that Han Wubing can wake up on his own during this period after leaving the "realm" of the snow mountain...
While he was fleeing, a sword flashed in the sky.
Looking up, in the full moon, the flying snow swirled, as if gathered into a bunch, a bunch of the sharpest swords, the sword light piercing the full moon.
Turn snow into gangster!
The master of swordsmanship of a generation no longer competes with the king in sword competition, but finally shows his real prowess as the sixth best in the world!
An almost unparalleled killing intent came straight from behind, accompanied by Shi Wuding's cold voice: "It's a good sense of loyalty, but it's a pity that it ends here..."
"Really?" Zhao Changhe stepped on the tree trunk in front of him, breaking the tree trunk as thick as his thigh.
Taking advantage of the rebound, Zhao Changhe held the sword in both hands and faced the flying snow sword light without hesitation.
The sword slaves who had some thoughts looked up and saw that they were like moths flying towards the fire. It was not a competition of the same level at all, but he didn't even blink.
At this moment, he even forgot that he had asked the Thief Saint to help.
Only myself and Longque.
"Sixth on the Earth Ranking, the world's sword sect... The Tao is given to others without courage, the sword is like a ghost but without justice, the heart is hesitant but without determination, a fly is like a dog and a dog is like a dog, who is the master! Give it to me... break it!"
The huge half-moon sword slashed out diagonally, facing the terrifying sword gang in the air.
"Bang!" An earth-shaking loud noise came, dark clouds covered the sky, and the stars and moon were dimmed.
The sword dissipated, revealing Shi Wuding's shocked face.
In front of him were Zhao Changhe's firm eyes. Even though the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and even though the hand holding Long Que was shaking, he accepted it.
The sixth blow on the Earth Ranking, even if he borrowed the power of a divine weapon, he shouldn't be able to take it.
But he really took it.
When Shi Wuding was about to speak, his expression changed drastically: "Who is attacking the sword array!"
Zhao Changhe grinned.
Everyone knew that Zhao Changhe might appear here, but you didn't think about Yue Hongling?
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