The flight is delayed, sorry, the update is late. Meng Hao's flying sword and Wang Tengfei's technique had already made the surrounding monks roar. Even if they looked down on Meng Hao, they were all shocked by Meng Hao's seemingly countless magic weapons.
Not only them, Shangguanxiu, Elder Ouyang, and even the head He Luohua, their expressions were frozen at this moment.
Wang Tengfei is strong and can shake the horror of repairs of the same level. This is something everyone knows, but Meng Hao is also so strong here, and he can make continuous shots with Wang Tengfei. This scene is enough to make people around him inhale.
At this moment, forty flying swords covered the surrounding area and turned into a storm of sword clouds. At this moment, the atmosphere of all directions was swirled. In the whistling before Meng Hao, if he wanted to tear apart all the creatures in front, he went straight to Wang Tengfei. Hit, the ordinary six-layer peak of Qi Condensation, it is simply difficult to resist.
Even Meng Hao had blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth, and he could barely support it by constantly swallowing demon pills.
With a violent roar, Meng Hao’s forty flying swords shattered in front of Wang Tengfei’s body with a loud bang, and immediately shattered in half. It shook Meng Hao the slightest, only to make Meng Hao spit out blood again.
After changing anyone, you must treat Meng Hao's opponent cautiously at this moment, but Wang Tengfei still looks ignorant, takes the third step, and clicks the third finger.
The spiritual energy in Meng Hao's body is almost exhausted, but he has a large number of demon pills, which he constantly replenishes, and always keeps the spiritual power to a certain level. At this moment, seeing Wang Tengfei click on the third finger, his mind came to mind. Pointing to the deprivation of the gourd, Meng Hao's eyes became more murderous, and he did not retreat. He also took a step forward. He raised his hands and waved forward. This time three or four storage bags on his body were trembling. In an instant, the sword light rushed out under the stunned people around.
With the waving of Meng Hao’s sleeves, the first, second, and third waves of flying swords turned into a rain of swords that dazzled everyone. At this moment, one, ten, twenty, thirty. … Until the seventy flying swords were divided into four waves, with the sword light shaking the sky, they rushed forward and backward to Wang Tengfei.
The corners of Meng Hao's mouth kept overflowing with blood, and he kept swallowing the pills. His eyes were red, and his murderous intent was unprecedentedly intense. Even if his spiritual power was exhausted, he would not hesitate to do anything!
Wang Tengfei let out a cold snort. The people around him were witnessing the battle. He was unwilling to avoid embarrassingly and lost face. There were too many flying swords. The direction of arrival seemed to be the same, but there was a faint difference. There seemed to be a kind of general. It was a sign that the place where he dodge was blocked.
For the first time, Wang Tengfei’s eyes showed a ray of brilliant light. The third finger that fell was lifted up at this instant, and the fourth finger was dropped one after another. Immediately a layer of ripples appeared in front of him. As the ripples spread, Meng Hao pinched both hands. Jue, stretch forward after joining together.
"Feng Ning Sword!" With the spread of Meng Hao's words, the seventy flying swords that shook everyone were condensed together in an instant. From a distance, they looked like a huge flying sword.
This sword is composed of seventy flying swords, and at the moment of its formation, layers of sword glow appear on all sides, and everyone who looks at it is shocked. If you look closely, you can see that the speed of the fourth wave of flying swords suddenly accelerated, and the third wave of shuttles led to the second wave of sword rain. After colliding with the first wave, it turned into a blade shape for a moment, and the surrounding was invisible. The wind winds around, making the sword shape not scattered!
This is the flying sword formation created by Meng Hao with the help of the wind blade technique. It is a fencing technique he has studied for a long time after the Black Mountain. At this moment, he started to move straight to Wang Tengfei. The momentum is like a broken bamboo, and the sound of bangs echoes around, Wang Tengfei The ripples in front of him were suddenly distorted, like a strong pressure coming straight to him, causing Wang Tengfei to take a step back for the first time.
"Let me take a step back, you can be proud of it." Wang Tengfei said the first sentence of the battle, and when he stepped back, he slapped his storage bag with his left hand, and immediately a crystal light statue appeared. This statue is a statue. A lively horse.
A horse neighed across the sky, and the crystal horse was alive, out of Wang Tengfei’s palm, and rushed towards Meng Hao’s seventy flying swords. The moment they touched each other, the roar continued, and the sword started from the tip of the sword. It collapsed and shattered layer by layer. Like the crystal horse invincible, in the blink of an eye, Meng Hao’s great sword has been broken a lot, and more of it has been directly rolled back. When you look at it, flying swords fly all around. The sword now has only one hilt.
In this scene, the hearts of the people around me were rippling, and there was no thoughts in their minds, all of them were the shocking images in front of them.
But at this moment, when only the hilt of the big sword was left, suddenly, among the many flying swords that made up the hilt, there was a wooden sword that flew out in no time, and went straight to the crystal horse, and the two touched Together, a roar that surpassed all the loud noises since the battle, suddenly came out at this moment, and the loud noise even set off endless echoes.
This wooden sword is the only sword that Meng Hao controls at the moment. He uses everything before as a cover for this unexpected wooden sword!
This sword originally belonged to Wang Tengfei, but today it is in the hands of Meng Hao. In Wang Tengfei’s eyes, it is a treasure, but in Meng Hao’s heart, this thing can be copied with two thousand spiritual stones. It is his strongest sword today, and it must be used.
During the roar, the Jingma trembled abruptly. At the moment when it touched the wooden sword, the Jingma trembled, and there were dense cracks. It was difficult to stop the slightest, and it collapsed and exploded.
The moment Wang Tengfei’s expression changed, the wooden sword flew out with a large amount of inertial flying swords, approaching Wang Tengfei, at the moment when Wang Tengfei raised his right hand subconsciously, all the flying swords except the wooden sword were swept forward. Unrolled, an impact burst, but the wooden sword flew three feet against the impact, with blood, and pierced Wang Tengfei’s right index finger. His fingers instantly shattered into flesh and blood. Until this moment, that wood The sword then rolled back in front of Meng Hao under the impact.
"This refers to insulting me that day, and it's abolished today." Meng Hao spouted a mouthful of blood under the counter-shock, staggering back a few steps, suddenly raised his head, with blood from the corners of his mouth, and spoke hoarsely.
Wang Tengfei's head started to radiate, his body kicked back several steps in succession, ignoring the sharp pain of his fingers, his eyes showed incredible meaning, he stared at the wooden sword beside Meng Hao, his ears echoed Meng Hao's voice. An unprecedented burst of anger erupted from him.
He recognized this sword!
Almost at the moment when Wang Tengfei's finger was broken, all the monks in the surrounding square immediately changed their expressions, showing disbelief, and the buzzing sound suddenly reverberated.
"Meng Hao actually broke Brother Wang's finger, this... this is impossible!"
"Senior Brother Wang was injured, he is Tianjiao, he was actually crushed his finger... This Meng Hao..."
"The number of his flying swords is shocking, especially the big sword composed of 70 flying swords. This power is shocking!"
At the same time, Shangguanxiu took a deep breath. This scene made him feel unbelievable. Not only him, but also Elder Ouyang stood up. When he looked at Meng Hao, his eyes showed the strongest appreciation and gradually richness. expect.
Even He Luohua, the head of Dongfeng, stared at this moment, and a ray of light flashed in his eyes.
The sound of the discussion continued to whirl, and the words fell into Wang Tengfei's ears, but at this moment, Wang Tengfei seemed to turn a deaf ear. He could not hear the least. Instead, there was anger in his eyes, staring at the wooden sword around Meng Hao.
"It turned out to be you!" Wang Tengfei ignored the blood spurting from his broken finger. He was angry only once in his life. Frustrated and crazy, I hate the unknown person in my heart.
This is the regret of his life. The screaming roar at that time seems to be able to echo in Wang Tengfei's ears. Whenever the midnight is quiet, he wakes up from meditation many times, his heart is like blood dripping, the kind of wedding dress for others. It feels that Wang Tengfei is going crazy whenever he thinks of this.
Today was the second time he was angry in his life, because he recognized that sword, which was already regarded by him as his own thing, and even considered the treasure that would accompany him all his life. Now... actually in Meng Hao. Hands.
"It turned out to be you!" At this moment, Wang Tengfei showed unprecedented murderous intent in his eyes. His heart to kill Meng Hao has risen to the extreme. The murderous intent is completely different from his usual gentleness, making the surrounding monks see After that, one by one stopped the discussion.
"You robbed me of my treasure!" Wang Tengfei stared at the wooden sword outside Meng Hao's body, with murderous intent in his eyes. He had a strong urge to smash Meng Hao's corpse. He laughed at this moment. When he got up, the smile echoed around, and there was a sense of sorrow.
"Mengmou doesn't know what Senior Brother Wang said, this sword belongs to you, are you sure you didn't admit it?" Meng Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took the opportunity to swallow a lot of demon pills, and spoke lightly.
"I have planned for this sword for many years. There is only one in the world, this unique spirit sword sword, with golden silk on it. I can't admit it." Wang Tengfei laughed up to the sky, but the smile was cold, as if it made the surroundings. The temperature is all of a sudden freezing.