After Jiang Xinghe was slightly startled, he said calmly: "You can break me once, I'll see if you can break me a second time!"
After Jiang Xinghe finished speaking, he quickly swung his sword and once again displayed the sword net of the Gossamer Sword Art.
A huge net of swords shrouded Han Yu overwhelmingly.
"If I can break you once, I can break you twice or three times..." Han Yu sneered.
With both fists out, he once again unleashed the nine moves of the Lion King's Fist in one breath, smashing the sword net that was both rigid and soft.
Jiang Xinghe's expression changed slightly. He thought that Han Yu would use up so many moves one after another, but Han Yu's momentum was not diminished at all.
"Come again!"
Jiang Xinghe waved his sword again.
Han Yu once again broke it with the lion king fist.
Jiang Xinghe is not calm anymore. Every time he uses the sword net of the Gossamer Sword Art, the consumption is not small. On the other hand, Han Yu does not seem to consume much.
"Why, don't you use your tricks? Then look at me!"
Han Yu sneered and looked at Jiang Xinghe, his mind moved, the Xuanwu sword appeared in his hand, turned into a long rainbow and killed Jiang Xinghe.
Han Yu doesn't have the superb swordsmanship as Jiang Xinghe, but he has the most domineering attack.
"Dangdang!"
The two swords collided wildly, and the two turned into two streams of light entangled together.
Jiang Xinghe has used swords since he was a child, and his swordsmanship is very delicate. Although Han Yu has not studied swordsmanship deeply, every sword is simple and elegant.
This battle lasted for more than half an hour, and the two of them were not even close to each other, and they fought directly.
"Okay, eat my sword again!"
Han Yu fights more and more vigorously, sweating like rain, and his arrogance is soaring.
Jiang Xinghe's heart was incomparably shocked. At this time, his hands already had a faint feeling of grief, and the power they exerted was no longer as strong as 80% of the heyday, and Han Yu, not only seemed to have inexhaustible strength, but also fought in Vietnam. The more courageous.
"Is this person's body made of iron?" Jiang Xinghe was very puzzled.
"laugh!"
Just as he was stunned, Han Yu's sword rubbed the back of Jiang Xinghe's hand, leaving a bright red scar on Jiang Xinghe's arm. Jiang Xinghe almost dropped the sword in his hand.
Jiang Xinghe grabbed the sword with force in his hand.
Han Yu had already passed him and came to his rear. The Xuanwu sword slammed heavily on Jiang Xinghe's back. Jiang Xinghe stumbled and almost fell.
"Jiang Dianzhu can't hold on anymore, how is this possible?" The second protector looked at the battlefield in astonishment, only feeling like a dream. It is also difficult for the disciples of the Formation Hall to accept this fact.
Lei Qianjue, Narcissus, and the others all relaxed, no longer worried about Han Yu.
Jiang Xinghe seemed to sense the emotional changes of everyone outside the venue, and couldn't help snorting coldly. A sword slashed back with a backhand, turning into a gossamer-like sword energy and slashed towards Han Yu at the waist.
Han Yu erected the Xuanwu sword in front of him, blocking the sword qi, the sword shattered with a shock, and then the sword smashed towards Jiang Xinghe.
"Stab!"
A long gap was formed on Jiang Xinghe's back, his clothes were damaged, Qi Tianjia was exposed, and sparks were sparked with the Xuanwu sword.
Jiang Xinghe was secretly shocked, if he didn't have Qitian armor to protect his body, he would suffer a big loss this time. He hurriedly turned around and stabbed Han Yu's throat with a sword.
"Whoosh!"
A thin line rubbed Han Yu's neck, causing the onlookers to sweat.
Han Yu opened and closed, and a sword force slashed down, forcing Jiang Xinghe to hurriedly raise his sword to block.
"when!"
The Xuanwu sword slashed heavily on Jiang Xinghe's sword, pressing Jiang Xinghe to bend his arms.
Suddenly, Han Yu kicked out and was kicking on Jiang Xinghe's chest, kicking Jiang Xinghe upside down.
Jiang Xinghe glanced at the footprints on his chest, snorted coldly, waved his sword, and slashed towards Han Yu with sword energy intertwined.
Han Yu couldn't help frowning slightly. His defense was strong, Jiang Xinghe couldn't help him, and Jiang Xinghe's defense was also strong, and he couldn't help Jiang Xinghe.
It seems that the best way now is to fight attrition and see who can hold on to the end.
Jiang Xinghe was completely opposite to Han Yu's thinking. When his swordsmanship was cracked by Han Yu again, his expression became extremely gloomy. If he continued to fight like this, he would be the one who would be dragged down in the end.
"Boy, let you see my strongest swordsmanship!"
Jiang Xinghe retreated again and again, distanced himself from Han Yu, ready to use his trump card.
"Come on, let's see how I break you!" Han Yu looked at Jiang Xinghe with a calm expression.
"arrogant!"
He pulled away from Han Yu for several miles before Jiang Xinghe stopped. When he threw his right hand, the sword flew above his head. He quickly formed hundreds of seals with his hands, and suddenly let out a light drink from his mouth.
"Thunderbolt Flying Swordsmanship, kill in seconds!"
Jiang Xinghe pointed with both hands as swords, and quickly rotated thirteen circles around each other. He pointed his right hand towards Han Yu and said, "Go!"
"call out!"
The sword in the sky above Jiang Xinghe turned into a streamer to kill Han Yu, and the speed was so fast that Han Yu had only seen it in his life. It was Lei Qianjue, whose eyes suddenly shrank, revealing a solemn expression.
Han Yu stepped back quickly, but how could his speed compare to Feijian.
In an instant, Feijian rushed to the center of Han Yu's eyebrows. Han Yu tilted his head sharply, and the flying sword flew over to his left, cutting off a tuft of his long hair.
This is because Han Yu released the power of his soul to lock Jiang Xinghe early. From Jiang Xinghe's shot, he determined the trajectory of the flying sword and avoided it. If he just looked at it with his eyes, it would be too late.
The speed is so fast that it is beyond the reach of the eyes.
After Feijian flew out, he quickly turned his head and hit the back of Han Yu's head like lightning. Han Yu tilted his head again and avoided it dangerously.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."
The sword kept coming and going, Han Yu stood there, only moving his head. The momentum is not strong, but it is thrilling, and many people are secretly sweating.
As long as Han Yu is a little careless, he will break his head and die.
Han Yu was in danger and danger one after another, passing by death and avoiding the Thirty-Three Swords abruptly.
Even Lei Qianjue was dumbfounded.
"If Han Shaoxia wasn't Qi Tianshi, he would have died under Jiang Xinghe's sword."
Outsiders are watching the fun, Han Yu is watching the doorway.
He found that although Jiang Xinghe's Thunder Flying Swordsmanship was quick to win, the speed of each sword was slower than that of the other. When he reached more than 30 swords, Han Yu could easily avoid it.
"Is that all you can do? He can't kill me!" Han Yu's proud voice sounded.
At the beginning, he was indeed forced to be a little embarrassed by the Thunder Flying Sword Technique, but now it is a piece of cake to deal with it.
"Thunder and flying swordsmanship, ever-changing!"
Jiang Xinghe let out a low drink, and the sword that was flying rapidly stopped suddenly. Then everyone saw that the swords turned into ten, ten into a hundred, a hundred thousand... Countless swords surrounded Han Yu.