Chapter 471 Who is the Grandmaster
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Several long swords pierced Zhao Changhe who fell in mid-air at the same time.
All sword moves seem to have been measured, and every angle is standardized. The main attack, blockade, assist, and interference form an extremely difficult sword formation coordination, which is more standardized than the formations that people have honed over time.
The main attacker is Blue Borderless.
His injury has healed, but his swordsmanship seems to be more refined. When the sword stabs up, Zhao Changhe feels the icy snow peak, which is icy cold to the bone.
That's not just Lan Wujiang's own swordsmanship... It's already a sword of uncertain times to a large extent.
But Zhao Changhe turned a blind eye.
That's it?
With a loud "clang", Haha jumped to the center of the sword net.
The violent, **** sword light overflowed in all directions, causing several sword slaves around to back away with a muffled sound. Lan Wujiang, who was the first to bear the brunt, even chopped off his sword, and then retreated in horror.
This Zhao Changhe's crazy power!
Zhao Changhe broke into the formation, and pulled Han Wubing up: "Let's go!"
Han Wubing was drowsy and was supported by Zhao Changhe, and said in a low voice: "Actually, I suggest you stay away from me, because I suspect that I will be the one who stabs you."
Zhao Changhe knew this truth, so he still said: "Stop talking nonsense."
Over there, Lan Wujiang had already changed his sword and charged again, surrounded by shadows of swords, trapping him on the spot.
"Thirty-seventh on the list, blood Shura Zhao Changhe..." Lan Wujiang didn't recognize that this was Si Laoye who had fought against him a few days ago, and said lightly: "We knew you were in Miaojiang, and we really thought we would have no one at all." Take precautions? Bringing so many people out is not for Han Wubing, but for you."
"I'm flattered." Zhao Changhe didn't even think about it, he held Han Wubing in his left hand, turned his right hand, and the knife flashed.
The waves of blood surged all around, and the snow flakes melted into the light of the sword, and the blood and blood in the surrounding sword slaves surged, almost bursting out.
The mountains and rivers are full of blood!
At this moment, the mountains and rivers are full of blood, which is slightly different from before.
When you have been playing with swords for a long time, you will naturally integrate common techniques and intentions. Compared with the previous sword light like water filling the courtyard, the blood at this moment is like a knife. There are so many similarities...It is nothing more than a violence, a cleverness, They are verifiable and take different strengths to push their respective strengths to a higher peak.
"Swish, whoosh, whoosh!" Snowflake seemed to have life, flying nimbly, and even chased after the sword slave when he dodged.
The screams sounded indiscriminately at the same time, blood sprayed all around, and the sword slaves all fell down with just one knife.
"Good sword technique!" The sword light flickered in front of him, and Lan Wujiang stabbed his throat with a sword, blocking Zhao Changhe's way to break through.
Zhao Changhe swung his sword obliquely, the rain of blood suddenly stagnated, and the snowflakes softened.
The space seemed to be in slow motion, only the cold light in the dark night wiped the opponent's throat.
The small building listened to the spring rain all night.
"Choke!" The once invincible knife was actually blocked by Lan Wujiang.
After all, this is not just Blue Borderlands.
However, Zhao Changhe had expected it a long time ago. When Lan Wujiang was blocking the saber's body, he forced Han Wubing to take a diagonal step, and forcibly swept past Lan Wujiang's side. At the same time, he turned back Cut, and then cut Lan Wujiang's neck.
Lan Wujiang had no choice but to block another stab, and Zhao Changhe had already taken Han Wubing straight out, escaping into the darkness.
"Whoosh, whoosh!" There was a loud wind behind him, and the sword slave who had been stabbed in the throat just now chased up again.
Zhao Changhe didn't even look at it, it was all expected.
Why did the follow-up of the previous Maitreya battle point to this? Of course there is something in common... Is there any difference between the control of the corpse puppet and the control of the sword slave?
Different types, but the same essence, they are all dead. If you want to kill again, the key point may not be the throat, you have to find it again.
Zhao Changhe only hopes that Han Wubing, who was cultivated in the early years, is still alive.
He dragged Han Wubing to the edge of the mountain forest, seemingly wanting to escape, but in fact he found a thick bush and pushed Han Wubing in to hide. He took out a piece of clothing from the ring and put it on his left arm Looking at the appearance of a person, he flew up the tree.
Lan Wujiang and the others chasing after him couldn't see clearly in the night, so they also flew up one after another: "Where are you running!"
Zhao Changhe stood on the tree, looking coldly at Lan Wujiang who rushed forward first, his arms had become twice as thick before he knew it.
"Roar!" The dragon sparrow was condescending, slashing wildly!
He has a foothold, but Lan Wujiang does not, and with the blessing of the world without self, the blood Shura body explodes unscrupulously, and the crushing power of the ebb and flow is more than doubled!
Lan Wujiang only felt that Mount Tai was collapsing to the top, and he couldn't tell whether it was a **** knife or a mace. It didn't need to be a front to be hit on the head, and the head turned into a watermelon.
As long as he entangles Zhao Changhe for a moment, countless sword slaves will come to him, and he is no different from a living target at the tree branch.
However, just as he made a detour, the top of his head shouted loudly: "Come back!"
Lan Wujiang suddenly felt that these words sounded familiar... Before he could react, his body seemed to have encountered some strong suction force. Although he couldn't really **** him back, it froze his body spinning in mid-air, and he couldn't turn around. past!
Crane control skills!
Why is his left hand empty? And how did he predict my agility? He fought me?
There was no time to react, the broad knife had already reached the top of his head.
Lan Wujiang was so out of his wits, he quickly held his sword to block his head.
Once the sword loses its lightness, it will collide with the broad knife, and the result will definitely not be a vibration knife.
Instead, the sword breaks and the person dies.
With a crisp sound, the long sword snapped, and Lan Wujiang's Tianling Gai was split in half by the knife.
A **** sword energy burst from his mind, and Lan Wujiang's body fell heavily on the ground, already dead.
"However, the way of life and death is actually far inferior to the corpse demon... But there may be other troubles." Zhao Changhe hastily glanced at the overflowing sword energy, and had no time to care about it. The long swords of countless sword slaves around him were already close to him, and even some A ray of sword energy had already scratched his right arm while he was angry at Lan Wujiang.
He kicked off the tree branch and drifted backwards. He was in mid-air with an extra arrow in his hand, which flew out like a hidden weapon.
With a "poof", it accurately pierced the eye of the nearest sword slave.
The sword slave let out a scream and fell to the ground. He was still rolling with his eyes in his arms, and he still felt pain...
"Step", Zhao Changhe stepped on another tree behind him, and flew away again.
Can’t be entangled, if you continue to entangle, time will come…
I hope that the pursuit of these sword slaves will make Shi Wuding have no time to look at Han Wubing in the bushes, and it would be best if he can be lured away by himself.
Zhao Changhe was a little worried. This might be unreliable. It is very likely that Shi Wuding could sense where Han Wubing was...
But at this moment, there is no other way, he can't fight Han Wubing behind his back. I only hope that Han Wubing leaves the "field" of the snow mountain and can wake up during this period...
While fleeing, a sword glowed in the sky.
Looking up, in the full moon, the flying snow hovered, as if gathered into a bunch, a bunch of the sharpest swords, piercing through the full moon's sword light.
Turn the snow into a gang!
A generation of kendo masters is no longer a contest of swords with Wang Daozhong, and finally revealed the true glory of the sixth place!
An almost unrivaled murderous intent came straight from behind, accompanied by Shi Wuding's cold voice transmission: "It's a very good loyalty, but it's a pity that it ends here..."
"Really?" Zhao Changhe slammed on the trunk in front of him, breaking the trunk as thick as a thigh.
By using the force of the rebound, Zhao Changhe held the knife in both hands, and faced the flying snow sword light without hesitation.
The slightly thoughtful sword slaves looked up and saw that they were like moths jumping towards the flames. It was not a level contest at all, but he didn't even blink his eyes.
At this moment, he even forgot that he had asked Saint Thief to help.
Only myself and Longque.
"Sixth on the list, the sword sect in the world... the way to send others but no courage, the sword comes out of ghosts without righteousness, the heart is hesitant but not settled, the fly fights the dog, who is the master! Give me...break!"
The huge half-moon sword light slashed out obliquely, facing the terrifying sword gang in the air.
"Bang!" There was an earth-shattering loud noise, dark clouds covered the sky, and the stars and the moon were dimmed.
The sword gang dissipated, revealing Shi Wuding's horrified face.
In front of Zhao Changhe's firm eyes, although the corner of his mouth was bleeding, and although the hand holding Longque was trembling, he took it.
The sixth blow on the ground list, even if he borrowed the power of the magic weapon, he should not be able to take it.
But he actually took it.
Shi Wuding was about to speak, his expression changed drastically: "Who is sneaking into the sword array!"
Zhao Changhe grinned.
Everyone knew that Zhao Changhe might appear here, but you guys never thought about Yue Hongling?
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