The cold gaze and the spear point agreed, and dozens of strangles were struck like a storm. Hundreds of green sword shadows were split in the dizzying exchange. The man's gaze was focused, and a large number of deadly sword shadows were spread in all directions in an instant. Without a moment's notice, it shot toward the blind spot that the young swordsman couldn't avoid.
"Is that all there is to it?"
However, facing the impact of the sword shadow like a rainstorm, the young swordsman denied the despair in front of him with an innocent smile, and there was no trace of guilt in his confident voice.
The figure in action was like a phantom, and the ten-edged sword flashed like expelling the dark silver light, cutting off all the sword shadows that were coming at it in a blink of an eye.
"Young and energetic can be arrogant, but it should be stopped in moderation."
The aging voice fell, and the cherry-colored long sword broke out from the remains of the sword shadow that scattered all over the sky, followed by a too sharp sword light.
The characteristic of the Snow Sakura Blade is that it ignores all defenses. Even if the young swordsman protected by the sword energy can be invulnerable to a certain extent, it will be difficult to withstand the sharpness of the knife, causing the waist to be injured by the blade.
It's a pity that Xueying's destructive power is not fatal enough. Under the magic weapon's halo, the wound can be fully recovered in just an instant. This is what the man can foresee, and it is also the result that is happening at the moment. Barong stands with the gun in front of him and analyzes the situation in front of him. Due to the situation, his expression became solemn involuntarily.
In front of him, the blood-eyed warrior roared wildly, waving his ruler sword to stir up sand and dust, and carrying the old swordsman's swift blade, the two broke through the dust, one on the left and the other on the right, and launched a fierce attack on the young swordsman.
At the same time, the Dharma King who was famous for his proficiency in the earth element outside the court did not hesitate. He raised his hand and took out another meteorite. He seized the opportunity for the young swordsman to retreat and threw this extremely oppressive blow.
However, the young swordsman's resilience far exceeded their imagination. Even in the face of the powerful attacks of the four men, the arrogance in Chang Han's eyes still refused to die down. The blade he clenched in his hand turned into a whirlpool-like torrent, blooming with peerless momentum in the crater battlefield created by the endless whirlwind, disintegrating the offensive that everyone had worked together to achieve with a speed that was far faster than the wind.
Step by step to counterattack, the young swordsman grew at an astonishing speed in the fierce battle that was constantly approaching the limit. Finally, he fought for the length of the Yellow Pool before another collision, and took the favorable momentum from everyone's hands.
Originally, Balong thought that the "growth" of the young swordsman was inseparable from the magic soldiers, but after several contacts, he discovered that the magic soldiers only had a supporting effect, that is, they could withstand fatal attacks at critical moments, and The absorbed energy is converted into healing magic and the same amount of magic is fed back to the object of control. The rapid growth of the young swordsman's strength and skills actually has little to do with the magic weapon.
"Is it because of... the protection?" Barong frowned and made a guess in his mind.
"Bang——!" Another collision came. This time the young man's sword resisted the ice hammer that Barong used his whole body to swing, which could match the power of the two dragons. The hammer body was covered with cracks and shattered in the next second.
In order to prevent his arm from being shattered along with the hammer body, Barong could only choose to let go and retreat in desperation, but he never expected that the young swordsman's counterattack would come so quickly.
The kick that hit the abdomen sent a terrifying force into Barong's body. Before the blood mist sprayed from his mouth had dispersed, an explosion of air was heard. In an instant, the whole person turned into a black line, and with an incomparable force, He was hit thousands of meters at an exaggerated speed, and then slammed into the group of monsters that had gathered behind him in full view of everyone, exploding a waterfall of blood that was more than ten feet high.
"Boy Barong!"
Upon seeing this, Galius let out a scream, but before he could react, the young swordsman's figure appeared behind him. His eyes were as calm as water, and he caressed the sword with two fingers of his left hand. , the cold light flashed and the sword was leveled, pointing directly at the back of Galius's head, about to pierce through it.
At the critical moment, Kujoji Genro stepped forward quickly and blocked the incoming fatal blow with a blinding lumen sword flash.
"Young man, you said you wanted to fight Old Man before, so now Old Man will give you this opportunity."
An old and vigorous voice came from the front. The young swordsman who stabilized his body after landing raised his head and saw Genro Kujoji smashing the wooden box he had been protecting to the ground.
"Although I am the founder of Ertianshi Zhongliu, I did not get the name from my expertise in this school. Please understand, this is the eight-sided magic sword!"
The moment he looked at Kujoji Genro, the other person's figure disappeared, and the next second a heart-stopping sword light flashed across the young swordsman's eyes.
"Chong Jin!" The old man called out his real name.
It was a period of Iihe. The blade of the sword was curved and the speed of drawing the sword was unparalleled. However, the opening sword was directed towards the young swordsman's neck, as mercilessly as his poisonous tongue.
But this is exactly what the young swordsman longs to see, the full strength from "Tsukiome Imu"!
Through the old man's eyes, the young swordsman looked around. Whether they were figures or objects, everything turned into black and gray shadows.
Like a shadow-painted prison, it is a scene dominated only by inorganism and inaction, and everything is heading towards death.
This is a world washed away and worn by the river of time.
This is the world that sinks into the eyes of people at dusk.
This is the world where Kujoji Genro lives.
In a world where black and white are extremely blurred, only outlines remain...
"Clang——!" The turbid waves of resistance suddenly stirred up.
The young man didn't think that he would be defeated easily. No matter how fast the opponent's blade was, it would be impossible for him to get past this sword and hurt him even one bit!
"Ding Guang Zhi!" But the second phase of the offensive that followed caused the young man's pupils to shrink like cat eyes.
The young swordsman was surprised. It was clear that what he had just used to parry was a curved blade, but in the blink of an eye, it turned out to be different. The part that was originally the blade was replaced by the handle of a long pole, and the longer blade was deeper. It penetrated deeply into his right shoulder.
"Is this knife originally this long?"
The next second, there was a sound of body tearing, causing a certain degree of trauma to the young swordsman. Kujoji Genro did not want to continue the pursuit, but chose to retreat relatively conservatively after drawing the sword. The steady figure maintains a sharpness that is not expected at this age, and he twists the long handle and holds the naginata behind his back.
"The ability to replace objects? No! It should be said to be a blessing!" Caressing the wound, the young man regained his balance and looked at Kujoji Genro. While speaking, he was preparing to place the object in the Round Sky of Oplesse. Magic is used as healing.
However, under the influence of the halo, the wound that was supposed to be healed did not show any signs of recovery, and red blood was still flowing.
Immediately, the young swordsman noticed the strange appearance of the wound on his body, and at the same time he turned his attention to the naginata held by Genro Kujoji's hands.
"Is this... blocking recovery?!"
The opponent did not explain this phenomenon, but after stabilizing his body and pausing for a moment, he immediately waved his sword and launched an offensive.
Facing Genro Kujoji who became serious, the young swordsman no longer dared to slack off. Countless sword lights flashed before his eyes, separating the two sides. The young swordsman held his breath and concentrated, then resolutely took a step forward and chose to attack.
