The sound of howling sea wind carries through the "Yangdaotang".
These seven swords have not changed at all, but the turbid waves are empty, and the wave is higher than the wave, which is far more ruthless than the previous knife that cut off the big bluestone.
The knife is vigorous and full of momentum.
This is exactly the seven cuts in Shi Tianheng's [Broken Wave Empty Knife] that Shi Tianheng created and became famous for.
Ling Zhu's guest was flying in the air, slashed three times, received three times, slashed once, turned over in the air, but his figure was on top of Ling Zhuke's head!
Shi Tianheng roared, turned the saber, and slashed down obliquely!
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sigh in admiration, the kung fu of this Master Shi has improved to a higher level than before.
In some respects, although Ye Qingxuan killed his eldest brother Shi Tianbao, the two sides cherish each other, and they are indeed friends with sincerity.
From Ye Qingxuan's point of view, it is natural to hope that Shi Tianheng can win.
There was a loud "boom", a huge wave fell from the head, and the full water vapor was blown by the knife wind, and spread to the entire hall in an instant. The water vapor directly blasted back a few steps, and the clothes of the people in front were drenched by the water vapor, and they became drowned in an instant.
Being in the center of the turbulent waves, Zhuke's body sank slightly, but the sword had not yet been unsheathed, relying on the powerful qi to fight against the opponent.
Shi Tianheng's figure fell sharply after one blow, and then he slashed out three times in an instant.
Ling Zhuke's body fluttered, but all three sabers missed, and the third knife was only three inches away from Ling Zhuke's head.
Ling Zhuke landed on the ground and tilted his body, slanted half a zhang, and his body moved vigorously. The bluestone ground under his feet was forcibly sliced thin by the knife, and the stone dust turned into dust, and was completely washed away by the water vapor.
Shi Tianheng's sword is not only powerful, but also the speed of the sword is not trivial.
His eleventh saber followed, and the chasing order chased away the guest!
The power of this knife is even more astonishing!
Ling Zhuke paused, the "Sorrowful Demon Sword" in his hand finally got out of the sheath, he stretched out the big sword, and faced the coming knife with three moves.
"Ding, ding, ding" sounded three times, and the sharp knife stopped in an instant.
Ling Zhuke broke Shi Tianheng's cut with three swords!
"good!"
Shi Tianheng shouted loudly, the twelfth slash attack immediately struck out, it was still only one slash, the power of this slash was at least three times higher than that of the first eleven slashes!
The "Yangdaotang" suddenly seemed to have fallen into a vortex on the bottom of the sea, and it swirled violently towards the center of Shi Tianheng.
There were exclamations of exclamation inside and outside the Yangdao Hall. Many people were unable to sit still and tried their best to resist. Some even drew out their weapons and stuck them on the ground with a clang. Flying gravity.
The figure of the person barely stood firm, but the objects in the lobby couldn't resist.
Whether it was the food and drinks at the banquet or the seats, they all flew up with a roar, which made Shi Tianheng's knife even more powerful and messy!
However, there is nothing around Shi Tianheng, and he is afraid that he will be chased away by the whirlpool.
scold!
The look of disgust flashed away in Ling Zhuke's eyes. At this moment, he finally used his trick to make Zhuke walk away. In an instant, [Sorrowful Demon Sword] made three moves with one move, three moves with one move, and nine swords in a row!
ding ding ding...
Nine rings.
Ling Zhuke's "Sorrowful Demon Sword" brought nine rays of light, and drew a top-secret space in front of and behind him, like a sealed box, immediately separated from the outside, and received Shi Tianheng's twelfth wave of sword!
All the miscellaneous things in the vortex hit the outside of the box, and none of them entered the inside.
The inside of the box is so quiet, but the outside of the box is full of chaos.
The contrast between movement and stillness is palpitatingly clear.
Shi Tianheng's head was dripping with sweat, and beads of sweat rolled down Zhuke's forehead.
"Good knife skills!"
The two spoke almost in unison.
An indescribable desolation suddenly appeared on Shi Tianheng's face, and his voice became extremely desolate, saying: "Take me again!"
The wind did not stop, the waves did not fall.
The space formed by the Zhuke knife still resisted the invasion of the huge waves. At this time, Shi Tianheng used his most ruthless move.
The sound falls and the sword unfolds, and the three-foot-long sword slashes towards the order to chase the guest!
[Breaking Wave Empty Knife] The most secretive and powerful move!
The blade moves very slowly, but the blade vibrates violently!
It is like a stubborn and tenacious undercurrent, a thin undercurrent, in a huge whirlpool on the ocean.
The protective layer drawn by the nine knives before was unstoppable at all, just like cutting a piece of window paper with a sharp knife, with a soft cracking sound, the blade had already reached Ling Zhuke's eyes.
Ling Zhuke's eyes turned cold, his expression suddenly became serious, and the sad devil sword in his hand slowly stabbed out!
The moment before the precious swords of the two sides came into contact, Shi Tianheng shouted loudly like a thunderbolt, and the slow movement of the sword changed suddenly. One knife seemed to become thirteen, and one trickle became thirteen. Vulnerable.
Make Zhuke change accordingly, and one knife has also become thirteen knife!
There was a strange metallic sound, and thirteen sparks flashed between the two of them!
Sparks flashed away, and the thirteen knives turned back into one knives, and the saber continued to cut obliquely towards Ling Zhuke's throat!
The momentum of the Sorrowful Devil Saber was not exhausted, and with a "Zheng", it knocked open the blade that was cutting towards the throat, and then drew it again, piercing it from an incredible angle, and stabbing at Shi Tianheng's right wrist holding the handle of the knife!
The knife was as fast as a centimeter, and the cold air had penetrated into the skin before the blade reached.
Shi Tianheng shouted angrily, turned his wrist, and the knife cut back in time!
With a sound of "ding", the saber bounced away, but then slashed back, still attacking the wrist!
Shi Tianheng turned his wrist repeatedly, and the sword changed seven times!
Ling Zhuke's Sad Demon Sword also followed seven changes, and there was another change after the seven changes!
The change at the tip of the knife, the real change of the "Sorrowful Demon Sword"—
With just a slight shake, the diamond on the blade's edge reflected the bright lights, and thousands of rays of light condensed into a ray of light, which shot straight into Shi Tianheng's eyes.
ah!
Shi Tianheng let out a cry of rage, his eyes were burning like fire, which made him dizzy for a while.
It's just this moment that made the corner of Zhuke's mouth ruthless, and with a turn of the blade, it reached Shi Tianheng's throat!
After Shi Tianheng's sword changed seven times, he could no longer change at this time. When he felt the cold blade, he wanted to fight back, but it was already half a beat too late.
Wow!
At the moment when everyone on and off the field couldn't bear the blood to splash on the spot, a cold light suddenly appeared!
The light of the knife is as cold as snow, where can I hear the spring rain
The curved knife, the curved light of the knife, was like a crescent moon at first, and suddenly turned into a flying rainbow.
No one can see the change of this knife, and no one can see this knife anymore.
When the knife shines together, the knife disappears.
It has been many years since there has been a famous swordsman in Jianghu, and the people of Jianghu have not seen such a brilliant sword light for many years.
The eyes of chasing customers are instantly confused...
Sen Ran was blinded by the light of the knife.
Ding!
There was a soft sound.
When Ling Zhuke came back to his senses again, his body had already been slashed back several feet. The right hand holding the knife kept trembling, and the same tremor was also his own "Sorrowful Demon Sword".
The mournful cry of the precious sword was so desolate that Ling Zhuke's heart was icy cold.
In front of him, between him and Shi Tianheng, "Shuai Tianfan" stood alone. After the knife just now, the knife had been sheathed, and Wei looked at him with a cold mockery.
In the moment of chasing the guest, there is a kind of fear of the rest of his life.
Not joy, really fear. After the fear of fear.