The so-called sword qi is a kind of mysterious energy contained in the sword itself, between the virtual and the real. The higher the sword's rank, the stronger the sword qi generated, supplemented by the superb swordsmanship, which can often make the sword repair stand on invincible position.
Other weapon blades also have their own additional powers, but compared with swords, they are inferior in all aspects.
The Zixi sword in Huo Xuanlang's hand was not at the middle or eighth rank, and the Lingxu sword aura contained in it had already made Yang Shuxue unbearable. If she were to change to a higher rank sword, she would definitely not be as good as she is now.
"Hey, are you okay!"
Yun Fan stepped on the red rain, glanced distractedly at the girl who was in the downwind, and asked eagerly.
"Fool! Take care of yourself! This girl is not as delicate as a little idiot!"
The girl flicked her ponytail, her silver teeth bit her hair braid, her eyes burst out with a fierce killing intent, and her red dress was blowing in the wind like a blossoming red lotus!
Immediately, she once again urged her fierce anger to use the wonderful pear spear technique to bring the monstrous heat wave back.
"Heh, I don't know if you are stupid or arrogant!"
Huo Xuanlang shook his head again and again, swung his sword and stabbed, making it the advanced swordsmanship of mountains and rivers, and the sword method of converging peaks in the sea of clouds. The sword power is unpredictable. It is like the peaks of mountains and mountains hidden in the clouds. .
He ascertained the details of Yang Shuxue's strength and determined to make an understanding in this sword.
Sword Qi burst out from the tip of the sword, transforming into a tyrannical dragon, brushing the tip of the gun, bursting out sparks and splashing directly at the vital part of the girl's throat.
If Yang Shuxue retreated to resist the attack of sword energy, Huo Xuanlang's sharp sword would immediately follow and pierce her body.
If you don't retreat, it will be difficult to resist this rapid and terrifying sword aura.
Suddenly, the girl faced a dilemma.
Yang Shuxue's eyebrows dazzled, decisively retracted, and stood up the silver spear. The violent tremor of the gun's barrel was able to block the fierce sword energy.
At the same time, Huo Xuanlang swung his sword, and the tip of the sword was only three inches away from Yang Shuxue's heart. He settled down and said, "It's over!"
Click!
Suddenly there was a crisp sound.
The situation turned abruptly, Yang Shuxue split the silver spear in two, holding half of the spear in his hand like swinging a sword to stop the sharp blade piercing the heart, slowing the castration of the sword, and the left shoulder on the same side was slanted. A blow.
"what!"
Huo Xuanlang didn't expect that this silver gun could be disassembled. He made a mistake, his pupils shrank, and the secret path was not good.
Taking advantage of his stunned effort, Yang Shuxue urged her fierce energy, like swinging a double mace, slammed two burning iron rods in an aggressive manner, and smashed them into Huo Xuanlang's head!
Being so close, Huo Xuanlang had no time to collect his sword, nor to urge his sword energy. The heat wave had already hit his head. He was panicked and withdrew back again and again with his body skills. The one with the elegant wooden hairpin stuck in it. The hair bun was hit by the fire and burned.
Suddenly, a bright flame appeared above Huo Xuanlang's head, and a piece of fire was scorched instantly, and his hair fell loose, making him look embarrassed with disheveled hair.
He gasped heavily, with complex emotions of error, surprise, shame, and anger in his eyes. He kicked out and hit Yang Shuxue's chest and abdomen, causing the latter to roll to the ground and fall into the rain.
As a proud swordsman, he is the most respected and respected of all cultivation methods. He is the only swordsman who is crowned with the word "Xiang" and can break thousands of methods with one sword. Huo Xuanlang never thought that he would be a small soldier. Frustrated in front of him, he was suddenly frustrated, and the messy hair hanging from his forehead floated to the left and right, revealing a pair of vicious eyes.
He tightened the sword in his hand, his robe shook, and his long hair and silk satin fluttered, suddenly bursting out a terrible sword energy.
The rain falling all over the sky suddenly tilted to avoid it in a tacit understanding, and no drop of rain fell on Huo Xuanlang's body.
He hatedly looked at Yang Shuxue, who was crawling on the water stand and was unable to get up. He really aroused the killing intent. He stepped on, and the sword in his hand buzzed, raised it high, and quickly swung it down in a slashing posture!
The sharp half-arc sword qi that seemed to be able to shred all encounters suddenly burst out!
The rain curtains that fell in front of Yang Shuxue were instantly forced open by the sword energy, and the rainwater on the long street that gathered into a stream was also afraid to avoid it. Before the sword energy was cut, it was divided into two halves. Open an unobstructed road.
Yang Shuxue subconsciously felt the awe-inspiring killing intent, she should dodge aside, but just now Huo Xuanlang kicked her meridian near the sea of Qi. For a while, let alone mobilize her energy, she moved her body a little. There came the pain of tearing the soul, and he could only wait for Jian Qi to cut himself into two bloody halves.
The next moment, a familiar figure stood in front of her suddenly.
Yun Fan finally got rid of those annoying fishes. His clothes were stained with blood, and he shouted, his strong muscles clumped up, and the blue veins on the back of his hands loomed. He stretched the black iron broom across his chest and took it down. Extremely fierce sword energy.
He was only the pinnacle of the Qi Linghui realm, and he couldn't even urge his Qi Jin. As a result of forcibly shaking this force with the hardness of his flesh, he was suddenly pushed three feet away and fell into the mud.
His hands were numb, and his arms were almost uncontrollable. He only felt a cold breath that penetrated into his meridians only from his palms, raging throughout his body, and there was constant acupuncture pain wherever he went, which was extremely uncomfortable.
"It's really hard for you to be entangled with such a powerful opponent for a long time."
Yun Fan's throat was sweet, and a mouthful of dirty blood came out. He shook his arm and stood up tenaciously, enduring the pain in his body, shaking off the water droplets on his clothes, holding the black iron broom tightly, and re-positioning to meet the enemy Posture.
At this moment, Yang Shuxue also had a clear breath, spliced the silver guns together, and pulled out a few splendid spears, and said, "It's time to finish warming up, don't make excuses when you get beaten down."
"If you can lose by two hits, then we are really too good at it."
"Don't talk about us, only you are weak. I can't afford this stigma."
Faced with this tricky and terrifying enemy, the two of them were joking with each other, each with a thought-provoking smile.
This life-and-death battle is in front of them, and they can't stop them from talking and laughing. What else in the world can make them face with sadness?
As far as the mood is concerned, they are already invincible!
After Huo Xuanlang slashed out this lingering blow, he didn't feel good.
The qi shrouded in the surroundings dissipated, and the heavy rain slapped on his cheeks mercilessly. He panted heavily, and his body trembled slightly, which obviously took a lot of effort.
But the result was not what he had hoped. He killed the military minor repairs that made him lose face. On the contrary, he ignored it from the beginning, and Yun Fan, who hadn't put it in his eyes, resisted.
He didn't gather his energy, obviously he didn't even step into the perception realm, but how could this person just spit out a mouthful of dirty blood after taking on his offensive second only to Jian Fei Jinghong?
Huo Xuanlang frowned tightly, with an inexplicable premonition.