He swung the rusty knife in one hand, and the mottled rust of the knife caught the dazzling moonlight. The long knife and the rusty knife intertwined and circled. Lang Chenyan took two steps back, changed the blade shape, and handed the long knife back.
Almost at the same time, in the direction in which the long sword flew back, Sui Wandering Soul strode over, stepping over several trembling subordinates.
He watched his long knife fly back, his face livid and solemn. Just when the tip of the knife was about to hit him, he raised his hand and weighed it up, just in time to make a circle in front of the door. With another blow, the knife followed the path it came from and killed him again. go back.
There was a trace of amusement in Lang Chenyan's eyes. Such sword control skills were rare.
He opened the rusty knife horizontally, looked at the long knife that was coming at him in exactly the same way, turned the edge of the knife again, and faced it.
With two sonorous sounds, Lang Chenyan felt that the gravity of the blade was stronger than before, and he almost failed to block it. He swung the long knife away with some difficulty, as if he understood that it still contained his own strength.
The wandering soul remained silent and repeated its old tricks. A long knife went back and forth between the two sides again, like a funny mime.
But this time Lang Chenyan knew that he couldn't go head-on. I saw him holding the knife sideways, and the wolf wind was scattered in all directions. The trajectory of the long knife was suddenly deflected a few inches, and it was inserted into the ground with a bang, smashing a bunch of rocks.
"You guys, take down that young man." Su Youhun glanced at Fu Yunge and said under his breath.
When the remaining six people heard this, they also turned their attention to Fu Yunge. After hearing his arrangement, Fu Yunge shrugged, the sword light shining brightly beside him.
Lang Chenyan watched the six people rushing over from the opposite side and looked sideways at Fu Yunge.
Fu Yunge had a calm expression and took a few steps back, as if to distance himself from Lang Chenyan. The sparks from the sword tip scratching the ground could not illuminate the heels of his shoes.
Seeing that he was confident, Lang Chenyan no longer hesitated. Facing the mourning knife, he was equally enthusiastic.
Fu Yunge opened the distance and led the six chasing people to retreat far away. When he retreated close to the stairs, he touched his waist and grabbed a few hard shells.
Seeing six pairs of footsteps approaching at the same time, an unpredictable smile suddenly appeared on his face.
In an instant, he clasped his five fingers together, picked up several red-painted projectiles hanging from his waist, and threw them out!
Immediately afterwards, several not-so-early explosions sounded one after another, and a plume of thick smoke instantly rolled up from the ground.
The six people who rushed towards them thought they were hidden weapons, and they all stopped to take precautions. Unexpectedly, a smoke screen enveloped them, and the six people's bodies were immediately enveloped in it.
The inside is gray and white, as if you are in a porridge, and you can't tell the front and back.
Almost at the same time, Fu Yunge calculated the positions of the six people in his mind and stepped in with his sword in hand.
This is a gift from Gongsun Tan, and it is his specially made hidden weapon. There were four in total, and Fu Yunge threw them together, and the effect of the smoke was really good.
Not long after, there were bursts of miserable howls from the thick smoke. Then, bodies covered in blood were thrown down the stairs one by one, and bright red blood stains rolled on the steps.
On the other side, Lang Chenyan and Suyouhun were entangled.
The Wolf Sword and the Mourning Sword were fighting, the two swords were bright, each emitting a different light and fire, which continued to heat up in the air.
The wandering soul's sword technique is strange, like a continuous net, overlapping back and forth between hidden trajectories in mid-air. Lang Chenyan slashed several times, but the long sword kept making detours, each time with more power than before, making it extremely difficult to deal with.
The long knife turned freely in the air, as if controlled by invisible hands, capable of both offense and defense. Lang Chenyan was surprised. He didn't expect that besides Tianjiang Five Swordsmen, there were such unheard-of masters in the sword world.
The wandering soul on the other side, after dozens of rounds of confrontation, gradually lost its timidity and began to let go of its moves.
His sword skills fit perfectly with his name. The sword goes back and takes out the enemy's soul, like an endless ghost, getting stronger and stronger as it gets frustrated, without losing its strength.
Every detour of the sword carries with it the strength used by the enemy to resist, so it is a natural nemesis for swordsmen like Lang Chenyan. Both sides attacked and defended, and after a while, Lang Chenyan's competition began to become tense.
"Is this all the Black Rain Swordsman?" Seemingly seeing the victorious outcome, Suiyouhun beamed with joy and shouted.
Lang Chenyan remained indifferent and at the same time condensed his true energy from his back and exploded to the surroundings in an instant. The wolf head gathered with purple energy roared majestically, and instantly dispersed the long knife that was approaching again, removing the energy from the knife.
After taking a few deep breaths, Lang Chenyan raised his eyebrows coldly.
However, even though the energy dissipated, the long knife struck again in a roundabout way. The battle situation once again returned to the dense knife network, but it was still impossible to break through.
"Haha, are you tired?" Suyouhun bared his teeth and sneered. Because even if Lang Chenyan comes again, even if his Qi sea is exhausted, he still can't get rid of his own moves.
Like lightning roaring, Lang Chenyan knew that he could not be trapped by the death sword for a long time and must find a way to break through.
After a moment's concentration, the long knife slashed through him, tearing open the old wound on his shoulder, and spurted a handful of hot blood.
"Uh..." Lang Chenyan's shoulder felt a twinge of pain. This was a scar left during the battle with the Plague Sword in Lanyung Pavilion. Although it was almost healed, the pain was even more severe after being injured again.
On the other side, Fu Yunge hasn't solved the problem yet, so he can't back down yet.
Lang Chenyan locked his eyebrows and clenched his teeth. He waved his two swords like wings, and the wind returned to him in waves, intertwining continuously.
The wind pressure suddenly slowed down the approaching sword, and the attack temporarily weakened. Lang Chenyan took advantage of this opportunity and slashed forward with his two knives, just in time to catch the flying long knife. At the same time, his energy pulses moved and green flames burned his eyes:
"Yulang·Qingfeng."
Blue-eyed fangs spread along the blade of the long knife. Lang Chenyan struck with both arms, three swords flying rapidly, the light and shadow were like a rainbow breaking the moon.
In an instant, the long knife merged Lang Chenyan's energy, and with the powerful energy, it returned towards the wandering soul power.
The wind was noisy, and the wind of the sword went first. Before the shadow of the sword arrived, Suyouhun felt his clothes rolling uneasily, and the strong wind swept away, which made him feel a little frightened.
However, he still decided to give it a try.
When He saw that the blade was about to kill him, he also exerted all his strength, put both palms into his hands, and pushed it out horizontally. Although it is not as powerful as Lang Chenyan, but combined with his sword control skills, it can still reverse the situation.
And everything was just as he expected.
The sword energy was so powerful that it almost exceeded his endurance. But in the end, the knife turned violently and rebounded towards Lang Chenyan as soon as it brushed his cheek!
The blazing green flames are lingering, and the majestic sword is about to break through the forest and pierce the sky. Lang Chenyan's eyes were stern, and he felt tired for the first time.
There was no other way, there was no way to avoid Lang Chenyan, so he had no choice but to give up his remaining strength and give it a try. His Yuan Gong failed to fully recover, and he was indeed still weak in actual combat. But there is no other choice, he can only resist this knife!
The two swords were set up staggered in front of him. He raised his Yuan Gong fiercely and faced the long sword whistling in front of him.
In an instant, there was a clear and sharp sound that almost pierced everyone's eardrums. Almost at the same time, he was shocked to see Lang Chenyan's body sinking, and the surroundings were full of smoke and dust, but he was still struggling to fight!
