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Chapter 458 Beat the big sun sword until it crackles

The ordinary words seemed to be talking about what to eat today.

"I'll show you the suicide?"

Xia Hougang, who had brown skin, had a tragic feeling in his heart, and said coldly: "You are a swordsman who is timid and afraid to see people. You have already committed suicide. Why do you have the right to ask me to commit suicide?"

"kill!"

More than a hundred years of practice and tempering have already made their hearts as hard as iron. Even when faced with such a situation, they did not choose to escape and formed a five-jointed sword formation to attack.

In an instant, the sword energy was overwhelming, and the five flying swords were shining brightly. With the flaming, sharp, and heavy sword intent, they suppressed the young man in green clothes in front of him like a cage.

Keng!

The blue sword light was unsheathed, and in a flash, four people and their flying swords were stunned, motionless.

Then, a gust of wind blew.

"No...impossible..."

A Xuanwu Tiangong sword cultivator who understood the meaning of the sharp sword spoke a word with a roar in his throat.

A blood line appeared between his eyebrows.

The blood lines quickly became brighter, and the body was evenly divided into two halves.

A large amount of blood and internal organs flowed down, reaching the mid-air, and the blue sword energy exploded, turning into pieces of gray without any life.

Around him, the same was true for several companions. The blood and the smell of blood carrying the will of the sword spread across the entire sky in the blink of an eye, and then quickly turned into ashes and dissipated.

The four flying swords, which have been cultivated for more than a hundred years, are evenly divided in half from the tip to the hilt like their owners.

The aura was gone and fell from the sky.

Zhou Tian, ​​the sword master of the Five Elements Heavenly Sect, shrank his pupils.

The sword cultivators of the Five Elements Heaven Sect beside him were trembling, especially the monk who had previously proposed to join the Xuantian Sword Master of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace.

"It's been many years since I've fought against a foundation-building monk."

Jiang Ding sighed softly.

Ding!

The Taiqing Flying Sword turned back, trying its best to restrain its sharpness and sword intent, and struck Xia Hougang's flaming flying sword with one sword, forcing it back dozens of steps.

"Yes, with the Sutra-level skills, your strength far exceeds that of the quasi-third level, reaching a level where you can remain undefeated for a long time in front of early-stage Jindan monks."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

"Come, tell me with your life how an orthodox swordsman fights."

The four sword cultivators who died all had the aura of classic-level techniques.

The Nine Immortal Sects strictly control the inheritance of top skills. Unless they have great merit, great opportunity, or great background, they cannot be taught.

It's amazing, everyone has quasi-third-level strength, and any individual can suppress double-digit foundation-building monks at will.

As for the last remaining person,

If you are born in any small world, you will be a shocking existence. You can use the foundation-building cultivation as a counterattack against the golden elixir monks and get the title of peerless genius.

"Your flying sword is unfair..."

Xia Hougang spoke every word, and a large amount of despair arose in his heart.

"kill!"

He bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of hot blood spilled out of his mouth. It turned into a huge amount of mana, and poured all of it into his own sacrifice and the hundreds of years of flaming flying swords.

When the flaming sword intent exploded, red flames rose several feet high, melting gold and burning iron.

The sword light flickered again, and seven identical flaming flying swords took shape, forming a sword array and descending.

"I know this. The first level of swordsmanship is the differentiation of sword light."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

The blue-gold flying sword was unsheathed and faced forward. The sword was brilliant and extremely fast. In a flash...

Beaten to a crisp.

The azure flying sword retreated continuously, unable to fight back.

"...The gap is so big?!"

Jiang Ding was stunned.

The sword intention scanned by, and he promised that he had used the sword intention and mana with the same intensity as the opponent, so why not just symbolically entangle him.

This loses all face.

"You don't know how to use a sword at all?!"

Xia Hougang said in shock.

This is no longer a question of whether the swordsmanship is proficient or not, or whether the level is high or not.

He doesn't have any at all!

"At this rate, even if the flying sword is sharp..."

Immediately, Xia Hougang was ecstatic and had a glimmer of hope. The speed of the seven flying swords suddenly increased, turning into seven streams of flames and rushing towards the body of the young man in green in the distance.

Keng!

The speed of the azure flying sword increased, and it stopped them again, and they fought together. “What’s the use of being strong in swordsmanship?”

"I don't care at all!"

Jiang Ding became angry and relaxed some restrictions on flying swords and sword intentions.

A blue flying sword shines with sword light, twisting and turning among seven red flaming flying swords. One sword fights seven swords alone. The blades collide with each other from time to time, making a tinkling sound, sparks blooming, and spiritual light rising and dying.

Xia Hougang suddenly felt the pressure increase greatly.

It is obvious that the opponent has no swordsmanship at all, and there are huge flaws in every move. However, under the speed of the sword and the pressure of the sword's will, these flaws are completely unable to be caught. The sea of ​​consciousness rotates at an extremely fast speed, and the flying sword of the imperial sword responds to the blue flying sword again and again. attack.

"Sword-controlling swordsmanship..."

Jiang Ding also realized something.

"It is the basic sword moves such as the thrust of the flying sword, the cutting, twisting, collapsing, and point of the flying sword, including the knowledge of condensation and dispersion of sword energy, explosion and return of energy... It is not useless, but a way to better display Flying sword is a way to use flying sword to make it faster and sharper."

"The Immortal Sect is indeed a desert of swordsmanship."

"These are just basic sword styles."

"In addition, there are also things like sword tactics that are more complicated, but can once again increase the power of the flying sword."

Jiang Ding raised his head, and a little cold light appeared.

"Use it or die."

"Damn..."

Xia Hougang, who was about to find an opportunity to make a killing move, felt a chill in his heart. The next moment, his face was filled with blood, and an uncontrollable sense of shame emerged in his heart.

"You deserve to die!"

Xia Hougang shouted: "The Thirteen Soul-Burning Swords of Phoenix Blood!"

The seven red flaming flying swords suddenly swallowed up the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a few kilometers nearby, and the flaming sword intent spread out, giving orders to all directions.

Layers of fire-attribute spiritual energy gathered together, instantly forming lifelike flaming phoenixes outside the seven red flying swords.

Boo!

The seven-headed flaming phoenix screamed, piercing the clouds and splitting the air. Its claws were red and sharp, with the aura of flaming sword intent. They all attacked the azure flying sword in the center. The sword energy breathed out between the claws, forming a death cage. .

Phoenix Blood Burning Soul's first sword, split!

"crack!"

Xia Hougang shouted angrily.

The clanking sound was endless, and then, the azure flying sword, which became stronger with each breath, broke out of the flaming sword energy cage.

"So that's it."

Jiang Ding thought for a while: "By mobilizing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, you can add more power bonus to your flying sword. This is the sword technique."

"It's just that it doesn't match my fighting style. This needs to be considered..."

"break!"

Xia Hougang's face flushed, and blood essence surged out once again, increasing the power of his sword moves.

Boo!

The flaming phoenix transformed into the seven-headed flying sword screamed, and then the flames and sharp edges gathered in the sharp beak, and they all pecked at the azure flying sword, piercing the clouds and splitting the sky.

Even if a piece of third-level spiritual gold is blocked in front of you, it will tear and melt!

boom!

He was driven back by the Taiqing Flying Sword.

"burn!"

"swallow!"

"burn"

"..."

Next, Xia Hougang's seven flying swords flew in the sky, taking turns to perform various moves of the Thirteen Swords of Phoenix Blood and Soul-Burning Soul inherited from the Xuanwu Tiangong Sword Veins.

The seven-mouthed red flying sword sometimes turns into an orange flame that burns in all directions, sometimes it turns into a huge vortex of flames, and sometimes it turns into a tornado that strangles everything...

Eventually, everything calmed down.

The azure flying sword remained the same as before, without any change.

"You are not a swordsman."

"You don't have the courage and majesty of a sword cultivator to move forward."

Xia Hougang burned the last drop of his essence and blood, his face turned gray, his aura plummeted, and he cursed viciously: "You will definitely be stuck in a bottleneck on this road, and it will be difficult to take another step!"

"You will surely die in mediocrity all your life!"

"Well, that's what you think."

Jiang Ding nodded.

call out!

The azure flying sword flashed, piercing Xia Hougang's eyebrows, and the azure sword energy exploded, tearing his body and soul into countless gray-white fragments.

(End of this chapter)