A slash across the air.
Like a shooting star, it shines with dazzling light.
[Sword Master] The power of the second sword is twice the basic power.
"Martial Arts Bone Forging Chapter" has reached perfection, and is only one step away from the eighth level of Qi training. Dou Changsheng's first sword swing has doubled the power, which is enough to rival the eighth level of Qi training.
The power of this second sword is not weak even in the eighth-level Qi training realm.
Wan San suddenly encountered an outburst from Dou Changsheng, and was hit head-on. After the Dark Iron Heavy Sword was tilted, his thick arms shook, and his back bulged like an air bag, and the Dark Iron Heavy Sword rose upwards midway.
Wan San showed an expression of difficulty as he swung the dark iron epee weighing several hundred kilograms, which was quite a burden.
He opened his mouth slightly, matched his nostrils, took a deep breath, and then exhaled it heavily, and a stream of white air came out like a glow.
Wisps of Qi appeared on the black iron heavy sword. The Qi was like running water, flowing continuously, and finally exploded like a hedgehog, forming upright Qi rays.
Explosive.
A steady stream of energy was constantly being vented.
Like a dam holding water, a gap suddenly appears, and water rushes out along the gap.
The light black body of the Xuantie Heavy Sword has turned into black and blue.
The dark iron epee, which originally felt a little heavy, was now as light as a feather in Wan San's hands. After being covered with a layer of aura, the dark iron epee was as fast as lightning, tearing the air, and the sound it produced was like roaring thunder.
boom.
The two fast swords collided together again.
The aura covering the Dark Iron Heavy Sword began to disappear inch by inch. Suddenly, most of the Qi Light had been eliminated, revealing the light black body of the Dark Iron Heavy Sword.
The black iron heavy sword kept trembling, and a stabbing sound was heard. The sleeves rolled up by Wan San's wrists were completely torn and shattered by the aftermath of the collision.
There were cuts on the thick arms, as if they had been cut by sharp blades.
Kick, kick, kick! ! ! ! !
Wan San took five steps back in a row, his face had turned pale, there was a fishy smell in his mouth, and he instinctively wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood, but Wan San restrained himself in the end and closed his mouth tightly, not wanting to show his ugly face. You have to swallow this mouthful of blood.
But he failed in the end, and blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth.
Wan San was not feeling well, and Dou Changsheng was not feeling well here either.
The waist knife is three feet long, with a narrow blade and a short tail handle.
At this time, there was a gap in the sharp blade. The part where it collided with the Dark Iron Heavy Sword suddenly shattered.
The whole body fell into numbness. [The Master of the Sword Dao] took the initiative to swing two swords. Each sword consumed a lot of energy. His breathing rhythm was messy, his mouth was slightly open, and he was not getting enough oxygen just by breathing through his nose.
Cough cough cough! ! ! ! !
Continuous coughing sounds were heard.
Blood and saliva mixed together at the corners of Wansan's mouth and flowed out as his mouth opened.
Dou Changsheng took a deep breath, took a step forward, and dropped the waist knife in his hand again. The waist knife with a gap in the blade fell rapidly.
[Sword Master] The third sword.
Take advantage of his illness and kill him.
Dou Changsheng took advantage of the momentum to pursue him, which was already three times more powerful.
The sword was swung out, causing a wave of air. The rolling air wave was like a roaring wind.
The air wave like a knife began to sweep through Wan San, and Wan San spit out another mouthful of blood. At this time, he no longer had the energy to consider whether to show his ugly face.
A broad, rough palm struck three parts of his chest in succession, causing a flushed color to appear on his waxy face.
The energy and energy that had collapsed suddenly exploded like an erupting volcano.
The dried Qi in the dantian continued to flow out again, and the exposed skin bulged, as if with a faint luster, like an iron man made of steel.
The strong wind had been isolated, and the dark iron heavy sword's aura extended, covering it once again in the blink of an eye. The light on the tip of the sword was puffy, and the dark iron heavy sword could no longer be seen. What appeared at this time was like a sword. A qi sword composed of qi rays.
The qi light leaves the body, which is the sign of the eighth level qi training realm.
The most remarkable thing about the seventh-level Condensation Gang Realm is that the Gang Qi leaves the body and kills people ten meters away without being visible.
The qi glow leaves the body, which means that it will turn into Gang Qi.
He used some kind of magic to suppress his injuries and regained 70% to 80% of his peak strength.
This knife is devastating.
The waist knife directly cut away the aura and shook the dark iron heavy sword away. The dark iron heavy sword fell out of Wan San's hand. The hundreds of kilograms of dark iron heavy sword fell to the ground, creating a deep pit.
The waist knife advances inch by inch, and the aura disappears inch by inch.
Until the end, the waist knife came in front of Wan San, and the menacing knife was going to hit Wan San's neck and decapitate him.
Wan San, who had already run out of gas, staggered his body slightly, and struck Wan San in the shoulder with his waist knife.
The shoulders are relatively hard, like cutting steel. This is the defense of Qi.
Dou Changsheng was breathing rapidly, panting like an ox. The [Sword Dao Master] had been shut down and could not hold up the next sword. At this time, he looked at Wan San, who was breathing weakly but was still alive.
This vitality is extremely tenacious. At this time, it is like a bloody person, but it is still not dead.
He stretched out his hand to pull out his sword and kill Wan San completely.
But as soon as he pulled out the waist knife and raised the waist knife halfway, his wrist was already caught.
Dou Changsheng was startled and instinctively tried to break free, but the grip on his wrist was like an iron plier. No matter how hard Dou Changsheng struggled, he did not move at all.
He looked at the visitor in shock. He was a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face and a thick beard on his lips. He was wearing a unicorn suit and looked calm and intimidating.
Dou Changsheng's frightened expression eased. The person who came was the chief arrester of Zhuquefang.
The chief catcher stretched out his hand to let go of Dou Changsheng, and said calmly: "An Xin, after so many brothers have died, how can we let him die so happily?"
"When you get to Heavenly Hell, you will know what life is worse than death."
"You did a good job this time and captured Wan San alive. I will not be stingy with the reward and will take credit for you."
"Go back and rest, see me tomorrow."
After the chief catcher finished speaking, he began to direct the arriving detectives to deal with the scene of the fight.
Dou Changsheng reached out and held the gapped waist knife. He didn't know if it was an illusion. Dou Changsheng always felt that the chief catcher was a little afraid of him and didn't want to have more contact with him.
Shaking his head slightly, this was an illusion. He was one of the thirty-six chief arresters in Shendu, and he was a big shot in the third level of strength.
How could he be afraid of a small ninth grade like himself?
Looking at the back of the chief catcher, Dou Changsheng shook his head again. It was said that the chief catcher of Zhuquefang was friendly, talkative, and liked to communicate with his subordinates. He was a good leader. Now it seems that he has been beautified and he is obviously not very happy. Communicate with subordinates.
The world is declining, and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be.
Dou Changsheng slandered in his heart.
After returning home, Dou Changsheng's originally casual expression suddenly became solemn.
He quickly closed the door, then bowed respectfully and said, "Disciple, I respectfully welcome the arrival of Master's Dharma frame."
