“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!”
Several long swords simultaneously stabbed at Zhao Changhe who was falling in mid-air.
All the sword moves seemed to have been measured, and every angle was coordinated in a standard manner, including the main attack, blockade, assistance, and interference, forming an extremely difficult sword formation cooperation, which was more standardized than the formations that people had honed over and over again.
The main attacker was Lan Wujiang.
His wounds had healed, but his swordsmanship seemed to have improved. When the sword stabbed at him, Zhao Changhe felt the chill of a snowy peak, icy to the bone.
That wasn't just Lan Wujiang's own swordsmanship... it was largely Shi Wuding's swordsmanship.
But Zhao Changhe turned a blind eye.
That's it
With a loud "clang" sound, the Toad Jump had already hit the center of the sword net.
The violent bloody blade light spread out in all directions, forcing several sword slaves around to retreat in silence. Lan Wujiang, who was the first to be hit, even had his sword broken, and retreated in horror.
This Zhao Changhe has such crazy power!
Zhao Changhe rushed into the formation and pulled Han Wubing up: "Let's go!"
Han Wubing was supported by Zhao Changhe as he walked groggily. He whispered, "Actually, I suggest you stay away from me, because I suspect I will be the one to stab you."
Zhao Changhe knew this truth, but he still said, "Stop talking nonsense."
Over there, Lan Wujiang had already changed his sword and rushed over again. He was surrounded by heavy sword shadows, trapping him on the spot.
"No. 37 on the Human Ranking, Blood Shura Zhao Changhe..." Lan Wujiang didn't recognize that this was Si Laoye, whom he had fought a few days ago. He said calmly, "We already knew you were in Miaojiang. Did you really think we would be completely defenseless? I brought so many people out not for Han Wubing, but for you."
"I'm flattered." Zhao Changhe didn't think twice. He held Han Wubing with his left hand and flipped his right hand, and a knife flashed.
Blood surged all around, and the flying snowflakes turned into sword lights. The blood in the surrounding sword slaves' bodies surged and almost burst out.
The mountains and rivers are filled with blood!
The mountains and rivers were filled with blood at this moment, which was slightly different from before.
When playing with swords for a long time, common techniques and intentions will be integrated into them. The bloody ruthlessness at this moment is like a knife, and the sword light before is like water filling the courtyard. There are so many similarities... One is violent and the other is clever. They are verifiable and take different strengths to push their respective advantages to a higher peak.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!" The snowflakes seemed to have life, dancing nimbly, and even nimbly followed the sword slave as he dodged.
Screams rang out at the same time, blood splattered all around, and with just one blow of the sword, all the sword slaves fell.
"Good swordsmanship!" The sword flashed in front of him, and Lan Wujiang stabbed at his throat with a sword, blocking Zhao Changhe's way out.
Zhao Changhe raised his long sword diagonally, and the blood rain in the sky suddenly stopped, and the snowflakes became gentle.
The space seemed to have entered slow motion, with only the cold light in the darkness passing across the opponent's throat.
I listened to the spring rain in the small building all night.
"Clang!" The sword that was once invincible was actually blocked by Lan Wujiang.
After all, it's not just Lan Wujiang.
However, Zhao Changhe had expected this. While Lan Wujiang was slightly tilted to block the knife, he dragged Han Wubing to take a sideways step and passed by Lan Wujiang. At the same time, he turned around and slashed at Lan Wujiang's neck.
Lan Wujiang had no choice but to block another blow, as Zhao Changhe and Han Wubing had already rushed out and disappeared into the darkness.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!" The wind sounded strong behind him, and the sword slave, who was clearly stabbed in the throat just now, caught up with him again.
Zhao Changhe didn't even look at it, as it was all within his expectations.
Why did the follow-up to the Maitreya campaign point to this? Of course there is a connection... Is there a difference between the control of corpse puppets and the control of sword slaves
Different types, same essence, they are all dead. If you want to kill them again, the vital point may not be the throat, you have to find it again.
Zhao Changhe only hopes that people like Han Wubing, who were cultivated in the early years, are still alive.
He pulled Han Wubing and ran wildly towards the nearby forest. It seemed that they were trying to escape, but in fact he found a place with dense bushes and pushed Han Wubing in to hide. He took out a piece of clothing from his ring, put it over his left arm, pretending to be supporting someone, and flew up a tree.
Lan Wujiang and the others who were chasing behind him couldn't see clearly in the darkness, so they also followed and flew up: "Where are you running!"
Zhao Changhe stood on a tree branch, looking coldly at Lan Wujiang who rushed forward first. His arms had become twice as thick without him noticing.
"Roar!" The dragon bird looked down from above and slashed wildly across the sky!
He has a foothold, but Lan Wujiang does not. With the blessing of Tiandi Wuwo, his Blood Shura Body erupts unscrupulously, and the power of one increasing while the other decreases, the crushing force is more than doubled!
Lan Wujiang felt as if a mountain was collapsing on his head. He couldn't even tell whether it was a knife or a mace. Even if it was hit on the head without a sharpener, the end result would be that his head would become a watermelon.
Fortunately, he had anticipated this and his movements were exquisite. He turned in mid-air and tried to kick off the branch nearby and then stab again.
As long as they entangled Zhao Changhe for a moment, countless sword slaves around him would come with thousands of swords, and he would be no different from a living target in the tree branch.
However, just as he was about to turn around, someone above him shouted, "Come back!"
Lan Wujiang suddenly felt that this sentence sounded familiar... Before he could react, his body seemed to encounter some powerful suction force. Although it failed to actually suck him back, it made his body movement in mid-air freeze, and he couldn't turn around!
The skill of controlling cranes!
How come his left hand is empty? And how did he predict my movements? Has he fought me before? There was no time to react, and the broadsword had already hit my head.
Lan Wujiang was so frightened that he quickly raised his sword to block his head.
Once the sword loses its nimbleness and collides with the broadsword, the result will definitely not be a vibrating sword.
But the sword broke and the man died.
With a crisp sound, the long sword broke, and Lan Wujiang's crown was actually split in half by this sword.
A trace of bloody sword energy suddenly dissipated from his mind, and Lan Wujiang's body fell heavily to the ground, dead.
“Nothing more than that. In the way of life and death, he is actually far inferior to the Corpse Demon… but there may be other troubles.” Zhao Changhe hurriedly watched the overflowing sword energy and had no time to care about it. The long swords of countless sword slaves around him were already approaching him, and one sword energy even took the opportunity to angrily chop Lan Wujiang to scratch his right arm.
He kicked the tree branch and floated backwards. While in mid-air, he had an arrow in his hand, which he threw out like a hidden weapon.
With a "puff" sound, it accurately pierced the eyes of the nearest sword slave.
The sword slave screamed and fell to the ground, but he was still able to roll around holding his eyes and still feel the pain...
"Step", Zhao Changhe stepped on another tree behind him and flew away again.
Don't get entangled. If you keep getting entangled, the uncertainty of time will come...
He hoped that the pursuit of these sword slaves would prevent Shi Wuding from paying attention to Han Wubing in the bushes, and that it would be best if he could lead him away.
Zhao Changhe was a little worried. This might be a little unreliable. It was very likely that Shi Wuding could sense where Han Wubing was...
But at this moment, there is no other way. He can't fight with Han Wubing on his back. He just hopes that Han Wubing will leave the "domain" of the snow mountain and wake up during this period...
As he was fleeing, a sword suddenly appeared in the sky.
Looking up, I saw snow swirling in the full moon, as if it had gathered into a beam of the sharpest swords, piercing through the full moon.
Snow turns into energy!
The sword master no longer competed with Wang Daozhong in a duel, and finally showed his true strength as the sixth on the scale!
An almost unrivaled murderous intent came straight from behind him, accompanied by Shi Wuding's cold voice transmission: "Very good loyalty, but it's a pity that it ends here..."
"Really?" Zhao Changhe stepped hard on the tree trunk in front of him, breaking the trunk as thick as his thigh.
With the help of the rebounding force, Zhao Changhe held the knife with both hands and faced the flying snow sword light without hesitation.
The sword slaves who had some thoughts in their mind looked up and saw that it was like a moth flying into a flame. It was not a contest of the same level at all, but he didn't even blink.
At this moment, he even forgot that he had asked the Thief Saint for help.
There is only myself and Longque.
"No. 6 on the Earth Ranking, the Sword Master of the World... You rely on others for your way and have no courage, your sword comes from a den of evil and has no righteousness, your heart is hesitant and uncertain, you are just a scumbag, how can you be a master! Break it for me...!"
The huge half-moon blade slashed out diagonally, facing the terrifying sword energy in the air.
"Bang!" A loud earth-shaking sound was heard, dark clouds covered the sky, and the stars and the moon lost their light.
The sword energy dissipated, revealing Shi Wuding's shocked face.
In front of him were Zhao Changhe's determined eyes. Although blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth and his hands holding Longque were shaking, he accepted it.
Even with the help of the power of the magic weapon, he should not be able to withstand the attack from the sixth place on the Earth List.
But he really took it.
Shi Wuding was about to speak when his expression changed drastically: "Who is attacking the sword formation?"
Zhao Changhe grinned.
Everyone knows that Zhao Changhe might appear here, but you never thought of Yue Hongling
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