Su Hun's eyes glowed with golden light. He dodged left and right, avoiding some of the spears, while others passed through his body.
The Nine Tribulations Sword was tightly sealed in his hand, its blades were vertical and horizontal, and the cold light shone with a heart-stopping sharpness.
The movements of the two men were extremely erratic and agile, moving up, down, left and right, elusive, and they did not launch any powerful attacks.
To outsiders, they look like they are dancing a fast dance.
It's a pleasure to watch.
Only the two people who are in it can deeply understand how serious the crisis is, and they can easily end up being seriously injured.
Gradually, Su Hun's sword marks slowed down, and at some point, the Nine Tribulations Sword in his hand had turned into the Eight Desolations Sword, and the power of desolation spread.
The Eight Desolation Swords are surrounded by desolation, and their speed is not very fast, but each stroke carries the power of desolation, and is equally tricky and difficult to defend against.
At their level, speed has no advantage unless it is absolutely overwhelming.
Being fast doesn't necessarily mean you're powerful, and being slow doesn't necessarily mean you can't put pressure on the opponent.
At least Ming Rangpang's movements were slightly impacted, and his light and strange steps were made a little messy by Su Hun's desolate power.
But she quickly adjusted and began to fight back.
Her dance slowed down, her body twisted in a wider arc, and water vapor bloomed all over her body, clinging to the surface of her body, making her slipperier than a loach.
Even if Su Hun occasionally struck the opponent with the Bahuang Sword, it had no effect at all and just passed through.
Su Hun sheathed his sword and stood still. Several of his sword skills had no effect.
He sighed in his heart. His swordsmanship was not something even the king of the Ten Thousand Swords Divine Sect, who was good at using swords, could withstand.
But fighting against Ming Rangyang had no effect.
"If your swordsmanship is not good..."
He licked his lips and used the Prajna Sword Spirit and the Demonic Spirit at the same time.
On his chest and back, golden light bloomed, dragons and phoenixes roared.
In the void, golden light intertwined, and an ancient beast seemed to appear, with a dragon body and phoenix wings, rising ferociously.
"Condensation!"
Ming Rangpang retreated, his eyes widened, as if there was strange power seeping into the void.
Su Hun's body paused, and the ancient beast that was about to launch a tyrannical attack suddenly became still.
At the same time, the small world of swordsmanship that he had secretly opened slowly collapsed uncontrollably.
"What kind of power do you have?"
Su Hun was shocked.
This was the first time he used the dragon and phoenix aura, but it was completely restrained by Ming Rangyang.
He could feel that the power inside the ancient beast's shadow was decomposed.
The most important thing is, how come his small world of swordsmanship has disappeared, as if it has also been decomposed?
This was the first time he encountered such a situation after he realized the small world of swordsmanship.
"I said, you don't understand my strength either."
Ming Rangpang raised her chin, stretched out her jade hand, and a little bit of water vapor was rippling. She said: "Water is the source of all things. At the beginning of all derivation, water can be both flesh and strong."
"I know some of your abilities and can create your own space, but I'm sorry, I can seal anyone's space, even the air."
"sharp."
Su Hun smiled bitterly, and the golden light converged into his body.
"Let me see what else you can do."
Ming Rang's snow-white chin was lifted slightly, tilting Su Hun's face, with a hint of pride in his eyes.
Su Hun's face was a little solemn. It could be said that as long as he fought with Ming Rangyang, his small world of swordsmanship would not be able to be used.
"You are such a strong woman."
Seeing the pride in the other person's eyes, Su Hun smiled bitterly again.
At the same level, he encountered many difficult opponents, but only Ming Rangpang could give him this feeling.
This does not mean that the belief in one's own invincibility is shaken, but a kind of respect and recognition of the opponent.
There are many geniuses in the world, and he can be considered a peerless genius, even a monster.
But the world is very big, and Su Hun, or anyone else, doesn't dare to say that he has the best talent.
At least, he dare not say that his cultivation talent is better than Ming Rangyang.
But strength and talent are sometimes not necessarily linked.
Monster-level talents can become peerless strong men, but it does not mean that peerless masters are necessarily monsters.
Su Hun's own invincibility was determined by his own strength, rather than his talent that was beyond ordinary people. This was something he had always been clear about.
Everyone knows this truth, but there are very few people who can remind themselves of it all the time and put it into action.
He, Su Hun, was one of the very few, and so was Ming Rangyang.
So when such people meet together, the most dazzling sparks will surely collide.
The two fought against each other again. Su Hun gave up the small world of swordsmanship and kendo, and Ming Rangyang refused to 'dance'.
The two of them went from being light and elegant to fierce confrontation.
From stillness to movement, from illusion to reality.
boom!
Both of them were very domineering in their attacks, with strong attack power. There was a fierce collision between them when they raised their hands. A stagger could also release the most brilliant sparks.
To others, their fight was no different from an ordinary fight.
But each of their realms has been honed to perfection. Every technique, fighting technique, every skill, and even simple attacks, are controlled to the tiniest detail, with precise control and no waste.
In the field, as the two men fought fiercely, the battle became more intense.
Su Hun swung his fingers with both hands, and bursts of light burst into the void, then appeared around Ming Rang.
"Spirit formation?"
Ming smiled brightly, her eyes bloomed with water vapor, she waved her backhand, and bursts of spiritual light burst out.
If you want to break the formation, you must first master the field of magic formation.
But Ming Rangyang is an exception. She has no talent in this field. She has studied it before but achieved nothing.
But her ability to break formations, of course, can only break normal spiritual formations, similar to spiritual realms that require visualization, except for the divine pattern field.
Just like Su Hun, his spiritual array talent is not very strong and he is still at the master level, but his power of visualization is extraordinarily powerful. Even a king-level spiritual array master cannot catch up, otherwise he would not be able to catch up.
It is possible to visualize realms.
The spiritual formation set up by Su Hun was quickly broken by Ming Rangyang.
Whoosh, Su Hun seemed to feel something, and suddenly raised his head, his eyes slightly condensed.
The distant light rippled, and after breaking through the spiritual formation, a dazzling light suddenly erupted, and the blood around the body was surging, like a small sun.
"The light of the greater good!"
Accompanied by a soft drink, an extremely bright white light suddenly burst out, making the void become distorted and illusory.
"Prajna Sword Spiritual Body, Prajna Sword!"
Su Hun lightly held his hands, and the sword light on his body turned into liquid and flowed, condensed into a bright long sword in his hands, and then stabbed out fiercely.
boom!
In an instant, the sky and the earth lost color, the sun and the moon lost their light, and the world was briefly dark for a moment. Then, the dazzling white light and sword light burst out, forming a storm and sweeping across.