"Shadow hunting!" Zhang Xiaotian roared, his two soles slammed on the ground, and he ejected at extreme speed, as fast as a wind and thunder, and resembling a cheetah, only felt like a flash of light flashing through the air.
The sword hummed coldly, transformed himself into a sword, condensing the sword's momentum, if it was a piece of training, it shot Zhang Xiaotian violently.
The two figures crossed across, and blood and light appeared in the blur.
Many disciples stared at him, and saw Zhang Xiaotian squatting halfway, panting, his right shoulder was mottled with blood, and he was eye-catching.
On the other side, the saber stood up in a slightly messy shirt, looking at Zhang Xiaotian with a plain expression, as he looked at the ants, but his eyes were extremely contemptuous.
"How? Trash, know how trash you are?" The sword said leisurely.
As soon as the words were spoken, most of the people who started watching the battle still couldn't believe it, but looking at some people and Zhang Xiaotian's complexion, they finally believed it, causing the audience to become even more boiled.
Zhang Xiaotian's performance is already amazing and outstanding, but in the eyes of the sword, it is so unbearable, this can't help but make people wonder and talk about it.
However, Zhang Xiaotian's strength is inferior to that of the saber, which is indisputable.
"Do I have hatred with you?" Zhang Xiaotian said.
"I didn't have it at first, but I just got it recently." The sword condensed slowly, and groaned.
"Why don't I know." Zhang Xiaotian stroked his head, couldn't think of this person, let alone the hatred.
"Because you are a trash, how can you know." The sword rebuked.
"You..." Zhang Xiaotian was stunned, now he has certain strength, he walks upright, sits upright, and is insulted and insulted by others. Zhang Xiaotian can't accept it. Unless there is really some hatred, of course, before that, Zhang Xiaotian must solve his happy doubts.
"I do things the other way around, but I don't know what hatred you mean?" Zhang Xiaotian took a deep breath and said in a low voice.
"The dead don't need to know." The words between the two were all dialogues with spiritual power. At this moment, Zhang Xiaotian obviously felt a strong murderous aura.
A wave of killing is permeating, and the martial arts platform is extremely dull, and those who are not strong in mind may directly go crazy to death.
Before the words fell, the incomparable spiritual power waved out, causing the air to stop flowing, and the sword suddenly rushed towards Zhang Xiaotian.
On the way, the two hands came out, the aura shines, and the spiritual power is like a billowing river. Each of the two hands gathers a giant psychic power knife of tens of meters long, the blade is extremely cold, and it is directly like a meat grinder. , Cross and split towards Zhang Xiaotian.
This blow was shocking and terrifying. Even many core disciples, including psychic cultivators such as Feiyu, stared slightly, let alone Zhang Xiaotian, a cultivator of the psychic realm, how could it be possible to take it? This is a losing game. , Everyone thought so one after another.
It was true that this trick was too terrifying. Zhang Xiaotian had already thought of being seriously injured for the first time, but it was as difficult to make Zhang Xiaotian sit and wait for death.
For a while, the two giant knives had changed color before they reached the whole body. Zhang Xiaotian at the central point felt as if wind and rain were coming. The cold sweat penetrated his clothes and his skin was tingling. This was extremely dangerous. a feeling of.
With the sound of violent shouting, if thunder blasted the world, Zhang Xiaotian's entire popularity rose, and the enchanting blood encircled him, and the ineffective pure spirit acted decisively, and the whole body was vaporized.
However, what made the people very suspicious and contemptuous was that Zhang Xiaotian was not arrogant or impetuous, and pushed his two palms horizontally in front of him, but the thunder was haunting him. This was far from enough, and he took the terrible attack from the saber.
"Shaking hands!" Zhang Xiaotian's heart resounded. The spiritual power of the body flocked to Zhang Xiaotian's palms one after another, and the fluctuation of that spiritual power became stronger and stronger. Zhang Xiaotian's arm was unbearable, and suddenly exploded and opened, and a large rain of blood fell down, bloody.
At this time, Lord War Sword's giant sword seemed to be approaching, and there was a monstrous oppressive aura, to be precise, a terrible sword aura, mighty and mighty, sweeping towards Zhang Xiaotian, with a shocking aura, destroying people's will, and causing people to collapse. However, no matter how fierce the sword qi was, it was blocked by Zhang Xiaotian's invisible palm power.
Finally, two real knives have arrived, there is a loud noise, such as thunder, a crash, the two forces violently collide, and they are madly at each other. The resulting fluctuations are like a vast ocean, violently ups and downs, and that kind of light cannot be seen directly with the naked eye.
The aura is shining and shining, covering everything. After all, it gradually faded, and the two figures came into view.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Zhang Xiaotian's face was pale and bloodless, and blood could not help but flow from the corner of his mouth while he coughed. The turbulence of the spiritual power fluctuations in his body has reached the extreme, indicating that the combat power is almost gone.
"You are fine!" The hearty laughter spread throughout the world. Unexpectedly, it was actually said by the sword.
"What is your purpose?" Zhang Xiaotian smiled bitterly. As he turned his eyes, he found that there were no scars left on the other party's surface, but his face was slightly pale, which was just a sign that his spiritual power was temporarily incessant.
"Don't you want to know, what hatred I have with you?" Sabre smiled lightly, not arrogant, but approachable, like a different person.
"What kind of hatred is it? Please tell me." Zhang Xiaotian muttered, his expression solemn.
"You, a newcomer, suddenly soared into the sky, grabbing resources with old people like us, no matter what your strength, but in the Haohai Sect, except for the Supreme Elder, your roots are not deep and you are easily coveted by others. After all, there is no People like to have one more rival, you can understand!" The sword talked freely, with a calm and gentle look, without much domineering sword spirit, except for the blade-like eyes. After all, the eyes are the window of the soul and are not easy to change.
When Zhang Xiaotian heard the words, the corners of his mouth twitched faintly, and his face was full of anger and said, "Is it really because of this, did you fight me?" A joke, but he almost lost his life, Zhang Xiaotian screamed bad luck in his heart.
"Listen to me and speak slowly!" Zhan Dao said with a long voice.
"You must know that people don't kill themselves for their own sake. Your rise will surely harm the interests of others. You must be defensive!"
Zhang Xiaotian was very impatient, and interrupted, "I know that a gentleman is innocent and guilty. But you can tell me directly, why bother to fight like this with me. If it wasn't for me to have two sons, I wouldn't speak again now. "
"There are more than two chances!" Many disciples couldn't help but exclaimed.
This is also the question of the audience watching the battle. The battle just now was unexpected, too shocking and terrifying, and it was simply a bloody battle. Is it really worth it
"You have complaints in your heart." Zhandao said, but he forgot that anyone who experiences life and death for no reason will have ripples in his heart, unless it is a person who regards death as home.
"What do you mean?" Zhang Xiaotian replied coldly.
"Hey! Young people will inevitably be a little impetuous." Zhan Dao was a bit old-fashioned, and said, "It was the lord who asked me to fight you. This is your experience, don't you think you have gained something?"
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaotian sighed up to the sky, "You are strong, how can I feel that I was beaten by you, and how can I continue to fight now, it is not easy to continue fighting, the quota of spiritual power empowerment..." Zhang Xiaotian wanted to say nothing but stopped with a sad expression. .
"Look at the audience before talking." The sword smiled.
Zhang Xiaotian's eyes fluttered, scanning all directions, wherever he went, many disciples were afraid to show up and bowed their heads. This is a kind of power.