Guan Feibai's sword seemed simple, but it was actually one of the most powerful sword moves in Li Shan's sword art.
Back then, the head of Lishan Sword Sect, that is, Su Li's master, realized a sword technique after seeing Emperor Taizong's Frost Remaining Divine Spear in the Battle of Luoyang.
This sword is the sword of the battlefield, it is like a spear that breaks the sky, it can be the enemy of ten thousand people, it is called sharp.
It's not that you show your sharpness, but you must show your sharpness. If you have a sharpness, you must see it.
The wind howled, countless waves appeared on the river surface, and the broken grass danced wildly, the momentum was extremely astonishing.
Guan Feibai succeeded in gathering stars on the snowfield battlefield two years ago, and now he is in the middle of gathering stars. Although he is a well-known genius in swordsmanship, he is still young after all. With his current level, it is impossible for him to display such power. In fact, the secret sword of the mountain gate still has shortcomings. But he used the sword without hesitation, ignoring that he might be backlashed by the sword intent.
Because he was very angry at this time, and he was a little scared.
If it wasn't for Chen Changsheng's protection with ten thousand swords, wouldn't he die in front of his eyes tonight
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In the cold night of deep winter, it was cut open by an extremely fierce and sharp sword intent, as if a white rainbow was born.
There was a dull and violent muffled noise in the grass, countless soil was thrown into the air, and a thin gray figure was also shaken out.
That man was hunchbacked, short and dressed in black. It was the monster Chen Changsheng had met in Hanqiu City.
A clear and deep sword mark appeared on the monster's abdomen, and two fingers on his left hand were also broken, which should have been severed by Chen Changsheng's sword earlier.
However, whether it was the sword wound on the abdomen or the severed finger, what flowed down was not blood, but a gray liquid.
Looking at Guan Feibai, the monster let out a low howl.
This howl was full of pain, and even more so, the urge to kill.
At the same time that the sharp sword stabbed the monster, Guan Feibai's sword heart produced a warning sign and a clear feedback of sword sense.
The monster's skin and body were extremely tough, as if it was covered with some kind of soft armor, and it seemed to be covered with countless grains of mud. It was very slippery and hard to bear.
The strongest sword that he did not hesitate to be backlashed by the sword intent could only leave a sword gap on this monster's body, and could not seriously injure the opponent!
Seeing the monster rushing towards him, Guan Feibai's expression was slightly trembling, but he showed no fear, and his fighting spirit rose again.
The long sword in his hand had been shattered by the violent blow just now, and now his hands are empty, but this does not mean that he has lost his combat power.
How could the majestic Qilu of the Kingdom of God lose to this ugly monster like a big mouse.
An extremely sharp and invisible breath appeared on his forearm, and Night Breeze shattered upon meeting it.
As expected of the sword genius of the Lishan Sword Sect, he has actually practiced Jian Gang!
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That monster is used to living without seeing the light of day. If it was normal, seeing the failure of the sneak attack on Chen Changsheng, the formation of the Dao Palace, and the powerful people of the state religion must be coming, he would definitely turn around and leave without hesitating. Put yourself at any risk.
But not tonight, he couldn't control his emotions.
He had been injured by "Front" before, and he became angry. When he found out that he was injured by the Lishan Sword Art, and the opponent was a young disciple of the Lishan Sword Sect, his anger burned even more violently. His eyes became bloodshot, and the deepest imprint in his soul was hot. He was so hot that he only had one thought left.
Su Li must die! Everyone related to Su Li must die! All members of the Lishan Sword Sect will die!
As the wind howled, the monster came through the night sky, carrying a foul smell and a terrifying coercion!
Regardless of whether it was in Hanqiu City or the previous sneak attack, this monster always shot in secret, and then tried to escape. It's so powerful!
The corner of Guan Feibai's lips was dripping with blood, which was the result of the backlash of the sword's intent, and also the result of forcibly running the sword gang after being injured.
Looking at the terrifying cold figure, he quickly judged that he was no match, but so what
He was standing in front of Chen Changsheng at this moment.
As long as he stands here, Chen Changsheng can't be hurt easily.
As for himself, he believed that even if the opponent wanted to defeat him, he would have to pay a sufficient price.
Yes, as the most valiant and violent disciple of Lishan Sword Sect, he chose the strongest blow for the first time, and this time he was going to choose the most ruthless blow.
The last movement of the Lishan Sword Patriarchal Sword!
He is ready to trade his life for his life, and his injury for his injury.
He firmly believed that no matter how seriously injured he was, the monster would not be able to leave intact, so he would never think about leaving again tonight.
Chen Changsheng had just shattered the frost that had frozen his body and mind, when he saw this scene, he shouted, "Don't!"
He didn't fully understand the power and means of that monster, but he knew very well that the monster was full of poison.
If Guan Feibai were to exchange injuries for injuries, the ending might not be as he imagined, and he might even die.
Chen Changsheng woke up a little late, and he only had time to yell, but he couldn't do anything.
Guan Feibai's right hand slashed down like a sword, the sword blew through the wind without a sound, and he didn't even look at the monster's fingers that popped out like a tentacle.
Seeing the ending of both sides hurting, even more bleak, who can change all this
A petite figure came out of the window of the Dao Temple.
At this time, the petite figure was still tens of feet away from the arena, logically speaking, it was absolutely impossible to arrive.
But the speed of that figure has surpassed the so-called reason, like a real lightning.
The lightning strangely avoided the grass clippings and dirt in the night wind, and hit the monster with incomparable accuracy.
A more accurate description would be—that petite figure directly collided with the monster in the night sky.
There was a muffled sound in the night sky, and the grass clippings and dirt flew again.
The monster was directly hit on the grass dozens of feet away, and it is unknown how many bones were broken.
The petite figure landed in front of Chen Changsheng and Guan Feibai, and his body shook.
It was Nanke.
The monster knew how terrifying Nanke's speed was, so he didn't dare to stop any longer, turned around and slid into the grass.
Nan Ke knew that if he let this monster enter the Earth Dungeon, it would be difficult to catch it, so he prepared to chase it again without hesitation.
But just as she was about to sweep up, her body shook again, obviously she had suffered serious injuries in the previous impact.
At this time, another figure jumped down from under the tall tree in the night sky.
Zhexiu arrived.
Looking at the screen between the scenes, he didn't even think about anything, let alone deduce and calculate, but just rushed over according to his usual fighting style.
He jumped out of the tree like a meteorite and blasted into the hole that had just appeared in the grass.
With a loud bang, the ground trembled uneasy, the river rolled and created waves, grass clippings, fallen leaves, and soil flew up again, covering the starlight, and the field was dark.
The dust gradually fell, revealing the picture on the grass. I saw a large pit appeared on the ground. The depth of the pit was about Zhang Xu, and there were faintly visible water waves at the bottom of the pit.