"Since you are not afraid of death, then go directly to death!"
The person on the opposite side, with eyes like eagles, shot a sharp cold light, and bombarded him with a single punch.
Meng Rui's figure flashed, dodged the blow, sneered, and raised his knife to slash head-on.
Over there, Yue Qiang also started fighting with one of them, his powerful zhenqi exploded, smashing the narrow passages in all directions.
Liu Cheng waved the horizontal lance Yanyue wide open and closed, and shouted: "Yang Qingxuan, you hold on first, and I will help you after I kill this person! Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, I will never take another step back!"
After being instructed by Yang Qingxuan that day, the martial arts of the whole person was sublimated, and a set of marksmanship was launched, with agile moves and clever changes, forcing the opponent to retreat and retreat, gaining the upper hand.
In Zhao Sihan's team, there are three middle-stage spirit warriors, who are very powerful.
But meeting on a narrow road, the brave wins. The few people on Yue Qiang's side were all suffocated with anger and determination to fight to the death.
Chen Zhen was wrapped up by Qian Jiang's snow-treading Wuhun, and slid towards Tai Feng with a cold murderous look on his face.
Tai Feng was startled, he didn't dare to block his sharp edge, and intentionally dodged behind him. There are also wings growing from its back, which are actually six thin cicada wings, very transparent.
Zhao Sihan looked back from the sky, landed on Yang Qingxuan, and said coldly: "You want Chen Zhen to kill Tai Feng, but you chose the right person. It's a pity, although Chen Zhen has two wings, he is not strong enough to fly. If you can't get up, you can only do some simple gliding. However, Tai Feng's martial spirit - weak cicada wings, can actually fly."
Yang Qingxuan said calmly: "Whether you can fly or not is just a skill. It is helpful to victory or defeat, but it is not the key factor."
Zhao Sihan sneered, and said: "Well said, then let me see your so-called key factors, the move just now is really amazing. It seems that everyone was deceived by your previous appearance of Qi Wujing, You should be a yellow scarf warrior."
Yang Qingxuan silently stuffed a green spirit fruit into his mouth, chewed it a few times, swallowed it, and didn't speak.
Just now, he used his strength to throw the boulder and hurt his body, but under the effect of Qinglingguo and Qingyang Wujing, he has recovered more than half of his body.
Seeing that he was silent, Zhao Sihan sneered and said, "Want to procrastinate? Even if I give you a few more hours, it's useless. Use all your skills and let me see who is the person who can make Wu Qiyue fall in love with you?" What kind of existence!"
After the last word fell, Zhao Sihan stepped forward, appeared in front of Yang Qingxuan, and slapped it with a sudden palm, with a sinister smile on his lips, intending to slap Yang Qingxuan in the face!
"Enough!"
Yang Qingxuan spat out the word lightly, murderous look flashed in his eyes, he put his two fingers together in front of him, and clicked out.
There was a sound of breaking through the air from the fingertips, and there was still a faint light emerging.
Zhao Sihan was startled, that finger actually pointed at his palm, and an extremely dangerous breath came, "What?! This, what kind of fingering is this?!"
Horrified, he grabbed it with five fingers, turned his palm into a fist, and retracted it abruptly.
How could Yang Qingxuan let this opportunity go, leaning forward, he shot straight forward, changed the trajectory of his fingering, and pointed at Zhao Sihan's eyes!
"You! Presumptuous!"
Zhao Sihan was furious, as if his dignity had been provoked, he put his palms together in front of him suddenly, and a soul light emerged, gathered on his palms, and slapped it!
Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank, his hands became more vigorous, and he pointed directly.
He also wanted to use this finger to test the extent of Zhao Sihan's strength.
"laugh!"
A finger entered into Zhao Sihan's palm, and was engulfed by the light of his martial soul!
Yang Qingxuan's complexion changed suddenly, and at the same time, Zhao Sihan's complexion also changed drastically, both of them looked extremely horrified.
"Boom!"
During that move, a powerful force burst out, shaking the two of them away.
Yang Qingxuan withdrew his hand, only to feel pain in his fingers, as if he had touched an iron plate.
He fixed his eyes and saw that the soul light in Zhao Sihan's hands gradually became clear, turning into two short blades one foot long, with a cold light and sawtooth on the back.
Yang Qingxuan said in a deep voice, "Qi Wuhun?"
Zhao Sihan swung the double-edged knives a few times, and shouted in a cold voice: "Sure enough, there are two tricks that can force out my martial soul - double-knife drinking blood! You are also an existence of the spiritual martial arts, release your martial soul too! , let me see."
The flesh on Yang Qingxuan's face twitched, and he snorted: "You think too highly of yourself, why do you need a martial soul to deal with you?"
"Angry!"
Zhao Sihan roared, and the two swords turned into a whirlwind and fell towards him.
Yang Qingxuan only felt a gust of knife blowing towards his face, his face turned cold, and he hurriedly avoided to one side in shock.
Zhao Sihan slashed through the air with both swords, sneered, and chased after him.
The space in the gorge is extremely narrow, and there are not many places to hide, and Zhao Sihan's two knives are extremely sharp, Yang Qingxuan pointed out again, and broke through the air.
"boom!"
That finger hit the backs of the two knives, making a metallic sound. Zhao Sihan only felt his arms sink, showing signs of being unstable.
He said angrily: "What kind of fingering is this? How can it compete with my two swords drinking blood?!"
With a single finger, Yang Qingxuan jumped away from Zhang Zhang, and said with a sneer: "There are so many martial arts that can suppress your double swords in the world, why make such a fuss?"
Zhao Sihan said angrily: "Even if there are as many as a cow's hair, you are not included!"
The pair of sabers danced at once, it was a set of very vigorous saber techniques, matched with his martial soul, it was perfect!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The mountain wall was continuously cut with knife marks, each knife sticking to the past, but the light of the knife could penetrate several inches.
Yang Qingxuan was forced to retreat again and again, the other party's saber dance was impenetrable and flawless, so he could only dodge blindly.
"Haha, do you think you can hide if you always hide?!"
Zhao Sihan laughed wildly, and suddenly the pair of knives touched, a piece of soul light scattered and turned into blood, like a huge pair of scissors, slashing down with the power of the two knives!
Yang Qingxuan was startled, this move seemed to split the mountain wall, covering a huge range, making it impossible for him to avoid it!
"boom!"
As the swords clashed, a piece of soul light appeared in Yang Qingxuan's palm. He grabbed the broken blade of "Monster Slaying" and went up to meet him. He was split open by the blood of the two knives, and turned into a little bit of soul light, which scattered in the air.
Affected by this shock, Yang Qingxuan was repelled several steps away, and a large amount of saber energy fell on him, making wounds, bright red faintly visible.
"Hahaha?"
Zhao Sihan laughed strangely, his eyes full of sarcasm, "Did I read it right just now? Your martial soul is actually a low-grade weapon of soul light, a broken sword? Hahahaha, trash is trash, martial soul trash, You are doomed for the rest of your life! Even practicing physical skills can't save you!"
(end of this chapter)