Shen Xiu, who was in the realm of marrow cleansing, was extremely fast. His figure flashed slightly, passed through the air in a blink of an eye, and suddenly arrived in front of the Yijiu Yulou.
The thick wall of the building was smashed through by Shen Xiu, and he punched lightly in the direction of his perception.
The power of the fist was like turbulent waves, like a big river. An old rain building several feet high exploded with a bang, and a fist mark that was magnified countless times was silently opened from it.
The strength of the fist goes forward, straight into the fight.
Under the damaged ruins, torn debris suddenly fell down, the cold wind roared behind, heavy rain hit, and the endless dark night sky could be seen at a glance.
Where is Wang Xuefeng among them?
Shen Xiu suddenly turned his head, and a cold blood light happened to split through the air. A shrill whistle suddenly surged, instigating his eardrums, and the blood shadow sword struck through the air from the darkness.
The majestic spiritual power contained in it surged endlessly, shaking the heavy rain falling from the head into finer broken beads, and turning the wooden plates passing by the sword into crushed wood chips, which were dusted with the rain.
Chen Xiu's eyes were like lightning, and his eyes traced the trajectory of the blood sword. Without stopping, his punch suddenly hit the empty space in front of him.
It was extremely coincidental that the blood shadow seemed to come close to him at the next moment, falling under Shen Xiu's fist peak, and the majestic power burst out.
Thousands of strands hit the bloody sword heavily.
The strength piled up.
One moment it was flying through the air, its murderous aura hidden in the rain curtain, giving people a chilling feeling. The next moment it was like a swallow flying through the air, but it suddenly broke its wings, stumbling, falling down, or climbing up in a winding way.
Where is the chilling and awe-inspiring aura just now?
The sword of control is controlled by thoughts, and it is originally connected to the soul of the body.
If the sword body is damaged, the one affected must be the master who drives the sword.
In the depths of the rainy night, Wang Xuefeng was in a building. He was hammering the flying blood sword in Shen Xiu's fist storm. The figure of the flying blood sword was suddenly shocked, and then stood frozen on the spot. At this moment, his soul was shaken, as if he had received a heavy punch.
Just for a moment, his figure swayed slightly and fell into the air. The blood sword that was stumbling through the air was pulled back again, and the blood energy surged and roared.
His eyes were fixed on the mountain-like figure outside the house, and his feminine face became as cold as a thousand years of ice.
The five-level martial arts cultivators in front of him seemed to be more powerful than those he had encountered and killed before.
For example, the unusually powerful force made him feel like a hammer hitting the depths of his soul every time he touched the sword's edge.
It made his soul feel trembling.
What made him even more puzzled was the faint golden light that shimmered slightly on the other party's body, like a golden bell protecting the body.
His many blood sword attacks never failed, but they were always blocked by this breath and could not be saved, causing very little damage.
Wang Xuefeng's eyes moved with strange colors, and with the power of his mind, he summoned back the blood shadow sword that shuttled through the rainstorm, and stopped it on his chest.
Glancing at Chen Xiu who had his eyes set here, he focused on the three-foot long sword in front of him.
The originally feminine and handsome face twisted, and when he gritted his teeth, he spurted out a mouthful of scarlet blood.
The blood shadow sword flying in the air was sprayed by that mouthful of blood, and it suddenly seemed as if it had been supplemented by a huge amount of power.
The blood all over his body was hesitating, and the sword of the blood shadow sword couldn't stop trembling. His breath was flowing erratically, and a thick murderous aura was almost gushing out.
The next moment, he suddenly passed through the dark night, and for a moment under the thunderous daylight, red light raged in the sky.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
One second the figure was still echoing in the night sky, and the next moment the sword was in front of him. The gap between the front and back was simply stark.
An extremely strong collision of gold and iron resounded throughout the dark sky in the blink of an eye.
After that, such a sound of gold and iron echoed in the night sky over and over again, lasting forever.
It complements the sound of thunder and thunder from the falling rain, and is like the dense and rapid drumbeats on the battlefield, constantly echoing.
Shen Xiu was soaked to the skin and stood in an open space covered with bluestones. The heavy rain had wet his hair, and his wet clothes clung to his body, looking quite embarrassed.
At this moment, his eyes were steady and firm, and the fists in his hands continued to strike outside the field, hammering away the bloody shadow attacks that were enveloped in violent storms.
These blood shadow swords are more powerful than before, and their aura is sharper and sharper.
Shen Xiu could only listen to his body to identify the position, and looked in all directions to judge the path before attacking each time, and accurately focused his fist on the blood shadow sword that was coming.
And this blood shadow sword seemed to be in love with him.
Bloody light came one after another, traveling through the heavy rain again and again, turning back again and again without success, but still persevering in attacking Shen Xiu.
All the circumstances showed that Shen Xiu had fallen below at this moment and could only be beaten passively, enduring the cold evil energy coming from all directions.
The current situation is indeed like this. Wang Xuefeng's sword control skills are far better than that of the Qingxia Cave disciple he met in Hezhen.
The strange and agile trajectory was difficult to fathom, and the number of times Shen Xiu hit the sword was also very few.
But what's even more impressive is.
The power of Shen Xiu's punch now was so fierce, but the blood shadow sword flying wildly seemed to have taken a big tonic.
Each heavy blow seemed to cause no damage.
This is very different from the scene where the first punch hit the sword.
This time, they are all passively defensive, and the situation seems to be in an unbreakable situation.
Even Wang Xuefeng, who was in the high attic, was looking down at Shen Xiu in the open space.
At this moment, there was a cruel sneer on his feminine face, waiting for his strength to be exhausted, and the thunderous means to cut him into pieces with a thousand knives.
Ordinary people would definitely fall into despair in this situation, but Shen Xiu just lowered his head and silently shook his fist in the heavy rain.
Punch after punch.
Bang!
At this moment, another sword attack came.
Blood and light flow.
Shen Xiu silently waved his fist, and the majestic fist force rushed out with a force of rain. The raindrops of the downpour were stretched into long and narrow shapes and turned into flat sharp arrows.
With a bang.
Suddenly, the old building wall panels and wooden buildings in front were instantly penetrated, leaving behind pieces of thin and dense holes as big as mung beans.
The blood shadow sword also exploded in the rain, and shot out diagonally, plowing a scorching mark as big as a bowl on the dilapidated wall.
It seemed that he had been hit hard, but it was all just an illusion. Wang Xuefeng's body shook slightly, and he moved the blood sword with awe-inspiring spirits.
