Suddenly, Sanghua seemed to sense something and stopped, and the witch in front of her also sensed danger and stopped immediately. The two women were separated by a small but steep mountain, and each of them activated their magical powers. They used their magical powers almost at the same time, and each of them was printed on the opposite mountain.
The violent supernatural powers of the two girls collided inside the mountain across the mountain. After a short period of tranquility, the mountain suddenly collapsed, and the smoke and dust filled it like fog.
In the mist, the rune imprint began to collapse and disintegrate, turning into dots of light like bursting fireworks. The two women couldn't see each other, and each was flying around in the fireworks. The sword balls and knife balls in their sleeves flew out, surrounding them gracefully. Their bodies fluttered like fireflies, and tiny flying swords and scimitars fluttered between their dresses.
Sang Hua learned swordsmanship from his father, Sang Ye Zunshen, while the witch on the opposite side was a disciple of the magic sword Fu Luotuo, who practiced swordsmanship.
They touched each other almost instantly, like two butterflies entangled and flying in fireworks, the knives and swords jingled, and the extremely small knives and swords collided, bursting out strings of fire.
"The swordsmanship of God Sang Ye, you are Sang Hua!"
"The magic sword Fu Luota's sword technique, you are awesome!"
The two girls immediately recognized each other's swordsmanship and saber technique. In the shadow of the sword light and sword, the two young girls who were astounded by the sword exploded with supernatural powers at close range. The saber light passed through the supernatural powers. Kenmaru burst out with bright light, illuminating their eyes and illuminating each other.
Although their physical bodies looked slender and weak, there was power hidden in them that even surpassed Qin Mu's. The moment they saw each other, their bodies had already reacted before their minds had time to react. Their palms, elbows, shoulders, Legs and knees attack the opponent like a storm!
The two girls snorted, they were hit by each other, and fell out of the fireworks, rolling and rolling like a broken sack rolling down a hillside, and fell six or seven miles, only then did they stop the momentum.
At the same time when they each stopped their momentum, the sword pills and sword pills that they attacked their opponents also came to the top of their heads. pouring.
The two girls rolled over and over again. Sang Hua took the bow and arrows from her back and rolled like a civet cat. More than ten arrows were shot out after one round of rolling. On the other side of her, thirteen miles away, Yan Yi also took out her magic bow to fight back.
And behind them, the lights of swords and swords continued to fall.
They went around a mountain and fought across the mountain. The bowstring vibrated, and a clear sound came, and the mountain was shot out with more than a dozen holes.
They ran quickly, avoiding each other's sharp arrows and swords. Sanghua suddenly saw the huge ax and spear, and they rushed back to the place where the ax and spear intersected.
One of the two daughters ran up the big axe, the other jumped onto the black spear, snake-like all the way, attacking each other at the same time, when they reached the top of the two divine weapons, the two daughters suddenly fell like shooting stars, and each attacked their hands in mid-air at the same time.
"what-"
There was a scream, and Sang Hua hurriedly looked over, only to see that she fell into the trap she had left here earlier, and immediately touched the sword pill formation she had set up!
As the only remaining descendant of the god Sang Ye, Sanghua can have whatever she wants. She can't make sword pills like Qin Mu, but there are definitely not a few sword pills on her body.
She spread her seven sword pills in her seven-star sword diagram. The seven-star sword diagram is a kind of sword diagram of the Taihuangtian. Copying the sword diagrams left by the ancestors, refining treasures according to the sword diagrams left by the ancestors, the time saved can be used in cultivation.
The Seven Star Sword Picture is one of them.
The seven-star sword map is not complicated. Many supernatural beings have silently copied the old-fashioned pattern. The power is not strong, but with the power of the seven sword pills, it is no small matter.
In this life-and-death situation, even being stuck for a short time is enough to decide life and death, let alone.
Without hesitation, Sanghua bent her bow and shot. Countless arrows shot into the picture of the sword. She slammed left and right to block her attack, but the next moment the sword ball in Sanghua's hand flew out with a whistling sound. The flying swords in the pill formed a line, the first flying sword pierced her eyebrows, the second flying sword came one after another, passing through her eyebrows successively, hundreds of consecutive sword lights flew out from the back of her head .
Yan Yan's body stiffened, and was immediately overwhelmed by the countless flying swords that burst out from the Seven Star Sword Diagram.
"I won?"
Sang Hua was stunned, and her confidence increased greatly. She put away the seven-star sword map and the sword pellets, left the place where axes and spears intersected, and searched for opponents everywhere.
Outside the world of the sand table, God Sang Ye Zun was sweating like rain. He is a god with sharp eyesight, so he could naturally see that it was just a fluke that his daughter was able to beat Yan Yi.
After Sang Hua experienced the massacre, although she has been practicing hard recently, she has experienced many life-and-death fights, and charged in front of the battle, she is still inferior to the experienced demon masters like Yan Yan. far inferior to the other party.
It's a fluke to defeat Yanyi, but it's impossible to win by fluke every time. If you encounter other demon masters, wouldn't it be that your last relative will be buried in front of you.
Suddenly, God Sangye was startled slightly, and surveyed the sand table world.
In the sand table world, several more battles ended, and the number of demon masters dropped sharply, leaving only two people, one is Fu Riluo's disciple Zhe Huali, and the other is another disciple of the real demon Sumo Jiang Yi.
And Taihuangtian's young masters include Qin Mu, Yuhe, Sang Hua, and Shu Yao. Some of the others died with their opponents, and some were beheaded by the two masters Yuhe and Shu Yao with their superior strength.
Of course, more people were killed by the threshing Qin Mu.
It was precisely because Qin Mu killed three demon masters in a row that Taihuangtian's supernatural powers had the advantage in numbers.
Jiang Yi's strength is extremely high, but he fought hard against his opponent so that he was seriously injured, and his remaining combat power is not high. Maybe this will be Sang Hua's chance to survive.
"However, the two masters, Yu He and Shu Yao, were also injured..."
Sang Ye Zunshen's heart clenched again, watching his daughter go straight in the direction of the Iron Boy.
And at the edge of the sand table world, Zhe Huali carried the demon knife like an ascetic monk, walking forward step by step. He didn't use any supernatural powers, and his speed was not fast. His footwork seemed to be measured accurately with a ruler. Every step taken, the size must be exactly the same, neither long nor short.
This is the rule of his knife technique.
The masters of the Demon Race are often wild, open and close their moves, not sticking to small details, and sometimes suddenly burst out with amazing combat power.
And Zhe Huali first studied under the magic sword Luo Wushuang, the existence of gods in the sword, Luo Wushuang's sword skills are good at calculation, his sword skills are strict, the direction, strength, footwork, and movement of each knife , and even the trajectory of every muscle in the physical body is strictly measured, and there is no room for error.
And the deeper level of vitality movement, the mobilization of the soul, the mind, and the essence must also conform to the rules.
Zhe Huali grew up under this kind of teaching. Unlike Taihuangtian's supernatural beings, in order to learn Luo Wushuang's sword skills, he must be proficient in arithmetic and must achieve extremely high achievements to master Luo Wushuang's sword skills .
Although he was ordered to go down to Taihuang Heaven and worship Fu Riluo as his teacher, he didn't learn Fu Riluo's unrestrained heroism, he still restrained his words and deeds according to the rules he learned from Luo Wushuang, The plank is right, without any mistakes.
He came to the wall of fire in the sand table world, looked up, and saw Qin Mu was facing away from him, holding a sword to examine his handicraft against the firelight.
Different from his rigor, he saw that the young man had the same unrestrained arrogance as Fu Riluo.
The figure of the young man raising his sword has a heroic aura. Appreciating the sword in front of the fire is a heroic feeling that he can't learn.
Zhe Huali couldn't help but beat his heart faster, but then he stabilized his mind. At this moment, he saw that the young man holding the sword seemed to have heard his heart stall. he.
However, he soon discovered that the young man was not looking at him from the corner of his eyes, but was looking at the blade of the sword, using the blade as bright as a mirror to look at him.
"The reason why I looked from the corner of the eye is to interfere with my judgment. If I take the opportunity to make a move and my judgment is wrong, he will take the opportunity."
Zhe Huali raised his brows lightly. Masters of Taoism and magic like them, if they misjudged the subtle movements of the enemy's body, they would be seized by the opponent.
Sometimes victory or defeat is based on just a slight mistake!
"It's too hot for someone his age."
Zhe Huali inhaled, his chest puffed out, it was this young man, the master who was the magic sword, he had always been obsessed with it, and told him to find this person and show him his sword skills!
Zhe Huali suddenly bowed to Qin Mu and said in a deep voice, "My master Luo Wushuang."
Qin Mu turned around, put the sword in his hand on the smelting platform, and said, "I know, I remember him."
Zhe Huali didn't get up, and continued: "Master said, if you meet you, please see the saber technique he created!"
When he bowed down, the monster eyes of the monster knife on his back suddenly opened, the bloody eyes spun, the pupils stood up, and his eyes fell on Qin Mu.
Qin Mu smiled, and put his palm on the smelting table, mouthfuls of flying swords flew towards him like fine sand, and condensed under his palm, turning into a perfect ball, the size of a finger.
"I also really want to see his sword skills."
Qin Mu held the sword pill and said, "You used his saber technique on his behalf, so when you greet me, it's not about respecting me, but respecting him?"
Zhe Huali straightened up and nodded.
Qin Mu smiled and said, "He wields the saber with one arm, did you learn his saber technique with one hand or with two hands?"
Zhe Huali's pupils shrank suddenly.
Qin Mu didn't let go of any subtle changes in his face, noticing his narrowed pupils, the smile on his face gradually became thicker: "Zhe Huali, you can show me his saber skills."
Zhe Huali suddenly felt an invisible pressure on his heart!
Qin Mu asked him whether he had learned one hand or two, which put an incomparable pressure on his Dao heart, because Luo Wushuang is a one-armed sword!
Learning one hand means that his other arm is useless, and the useless arm in battle will not be perfectly integrated with the arm holding the knife no matter what kind of magic technique is used. There are flaws to follow.
If you learn two hands, you have not learned Luo Wushuang's one-armed magic sword. If you use Luo Wushuang's sword technique with two hands, you will never be able to perform perfect sword technique, and you will not be able to grasp the essence of Luo Wushuang's sword technique!
Apart from Luo Wushuang's wish, Zhe Huali was ordered to go down to the lower realm this time, and his main purpose was to find a way to perfect his sword skills from Fu Riluo. Go one step further and become a young true god in Taoism and supernatural powers!
But now, in a face-to-face meeting, he was seen through by his opponent, no matter whether he can use the sword or not, he is a little bit hard to get off!
Outside the sand table world, the woodcutter sage's eyes lit up, he glanced at the Black Tiger God beside him, and said in a deep voice: "His state of mind is obviously too strong, and he suppressed Zhe Huali's state of mind as soon as we met. Why do you say that his state of mind is cultivated?" Why is it too bad?"
Hei Hushen put his ears on the back of his head with a swish, and called out to Qu in a low voice: "His mood is obviously very bad, and his face changes drastically at every turn... By the way, my lord, didn't you just say that he was too hot-tempered and his mood Is your cultivation too bad?"
The woodcutter sage's expression remained unchanged: "I didn't, don't talk nonsense, you misheard."
The Black Tiger God curled his lips, and a blue vein appeared on the forehead of the woodcutter sage. The Black Tiger God quickly lowered his eyebrows and smiled apologetically, "It's Xiaohu who heard it wrong."
——Continued to explode today, this is the first update! Brothers and sisters, do you still have a monthly pass