In an instant, the two legs collided three times, and then they all staggered and retreated.
The Wind Sword has a golden light to protect the body, and its fighting style is fierce and rough. Yang Muyun relied on his legs to be strengthened by giant claw crabs and was not afraid of collisions at all.
However, the result was that both sides were not feeling well.
The sword of the wind chants the scriptures, and a golden light turns into flowing water and circles around its body, and then merges into its legs.
Yang Muyun triggered spider silk to repair and restore the injured muscles, and quickly heal with the powerful healing power of the barbarian.
The next moment, the two rushed forward at the same time, but this time, both sides wisely gave up the battle of long-term confrontation.
Yang Muyun swung his sword. The extremely simple sword move was used in his hand with a powerful aura. Combined with the weapon in his hand, the Qifeng Sword did not dare to touch him head-on, and could only keep punching and hitting golden lines.
The fist wind and Yang Muyun collided.
Yang Muyun waved his sword while carefully experiencing it, carefully exploring the combat instincts of the barbarians awakened in a crazy state.
If you copy others, you need to crush and chew it before absorbing it. Just copy it yourself and copy it directly.
Yang Muyun learned very quickly and his understanding of swordsmanship has made great progress. Even without the blessing of a crazy state, Yang Muyun could use many exquisite swordsmanship.
The opponent's Qifeng Sword was getting harder and harder to fight because he found that his opponent was growing rapidly, and every time he swung a sword, he would grow one point, and a sword was stronger than a sword.
Ordinary people make progress based on years and months, and no matter how talented they are, they can make it based on heaven. However, the barbarians on the opposite side break the common sense and improve directly by seconds. They can burst out with stronger combat power in every second.
The more you beat the Sword of the Wind, the more you feel aggrieved.
At the beginning, I could beat the other party and gain a little advantage. It was not a loss to share the same situation later. Now I was being crushed and chopped. Not to mention fighting back, I didn’t even have the chance to get close.
After a few dozen seconds, Yang Muyun stabbed Jifeng Jian's chest with a sword. The golden light protecting his body could not block the sword's edge. A palm-sized wound was cut on Jifeng Jian's chest. Blood flowed, and half of the side was moistened in a blink of an eye.
Body.
In desperation, the sword of Qifeng chanted the scriptures again, but the scriptures chanted this time were a bit long.
Golden light bloomed in the body, especially the middle part of the chest, which looked like a little sun.
Yang Muyun finally discovered that under the clothes on Qifeng Jian’s chest was a small cross pendant. I think this was the gift of God he received.
"Damn it!" Yang Muyun cursed inwardly, "I thought his god's gift was fist and foot skill."
This old silver coin has one trump card after another.
The cross should be the last one.
Yang Muyun attacked for a while, but an invisible aura was shrouded in the body of the Qifeng Sword. His sword rubbed against the air when it stabbed, and emitted a squeaking spark.
Yang Muyun did not dare to act without action and immediately retreated.
At the same time, big drops of sweat emerged from the skin of the Qifeng Sword, but the sweat was golden, as sticky as honey, and full of time precipitation like amber.
From head to toe, the Qifeng Sword was filled with golden light, and a set of golden armor that appeared out of thin air protected it tightly.
On the breastplate is an angel with wings spreading high, with cross patterns wrapped around fire feathers and thorns on both shoulders, and the covered helmet also has only a cross pattern window.
The Breaking Wind Sword stroked the armor on his body, looked at the battle skirts and leg guards that were going downward, and took a few steps slowly, leaving golden footprints wherever he stepped.
The holy light shines brightly.
Behind the Sword of Wind was golden light, and a pair of holy wings slowly slapped.
The Sword of the Wind said majestic: "Barbarian, you are very good, but you were born in the wrong place. Next time I remember to be born in a kingdom protected by the divine light, I will travel around the mainland to find your reincarnation. If I can find you, I will
I will teach you my lifelong unique skills and let you inherit my faith.”
Yang Muyun sneered, "Don't worry, I'll say this to you. One day, I will let your God kneel on the ground, worship me, and believe in me."
"ignorance!"
The Sword of Rising Wind roared and waved toward the sword a hundred steps away.
The sword buried deep in the layers of magnet debris buzzed and trembled for a moment, then with a clang, it took off the shackles of the magnet debris and turned into a stream of light and fell into the hands of the wind sword.
With a sword in hand, the momentum of the Qifeng Sword instantly rose to its peak.
Opposite, Yang Muyun trembled all over.
Thrilling.
The scene of the Storm of the Storm summoning weapons made Yang Muyun's mind thunder thunder roar, and his mind was almost unable to suppress his boiling rage.
He quickly took a deep breath to stabilize the agitation, but Yang Muyun's rolling thoughts could not calm down anyway.
Because he realized it!
The long sword fell into the hand of the Qifeng Sword repeatedly in my mind, carefully analyzing the principles, and comprehending them based on my own advantages.
When he noticed that Yang Muyun was stunned, the Qifeng Sword immediately rushed in front of Yang Muyun, and waved his sword and took Yang Muyun's neck.
The speed has increased by 20% or 30% compared to just now, and the force of swinging the sword has also increased significantly. The slight distortion caused by air friction can be seen at the edge of the sword edge.
A golden sword energy attacked, and Yang Muyun quickly moved and dodged.
The sword energy passed by, like a door panel whistling over, and the strong wind caused Yang Muyun's face to hurt and he had difficulty breathing.
At this time, the Qifeng Sword swung out a sword energy again.
One by one.
Neither give Yang Muyun time to react or space for Yang Muyun to dodge. Several wide and long sword energy directly sealed all Yang Muyun's dodge space.
Yang Muyun had no choice but to retreat, retreat again and again, exit the farthest attack range of the sword energy, and wait for the sword energy to dissipate on its own.
But the Sword of the Wind made a rapid progress and attacked Yang Muyun with a straight stab.
Yang Muyun could only face the battle, holding a sword in both hands, pouring all his strength into the weapon, and dying together and sacrificing his life. The blood in his eyes was also flashing rapidly, and the edge of collapse would be at any time.
The appearance of an outbreak.
It's approaching!
Nearer!
The moment the comet hit the earth, the Sword of the Wind became timid.
I saw that the straight stab was changed to horizontal swing, and the two swords were stalked into two swords.
Yang Muyun, who was indomitable, had the upper hand, and then he took the lead and slid down the enemy's hilt, cutting straight into the five fingers holding the sword.
The Breaking Wind Sword quickly opened its five fingers and released the weapon in its hand.
Yang Muyun shook his wrist and knocked the enemy's weapon away, but the next moment, the Qifeng Sword waved to the weapon and the weapon flew back.
"Barbarian, my weapons were originally part of the golden battle suit. They were connected with blood and breath, and it was impossible to separate them."
Yang Muyun nodded, "I understand, thank you for your reminder!"
Jifeng Jian was stunned for a moment, but did not speak, but instead moved his body and rushed towards Yang Muyun again.
The wings behind him slapped, and the Qifeng Sword almost floated off the ground and rushed towards Yang Muyun, faster and more powerful.
But at this time, Yang Muyun did something strange.
He bit his fingers through, then pressed the wound against the sword body, causing blood to slide onto the sword drop by drop.
The spiritual sword drank blood, and Yang Muyun's blood disappeared strangely as soon as it slid into the sword body. Then, thin blood-colored silk threads appeared under the sword body.
It is like a layer of fine blood-colored spider silk, engraved in the long sword, and it is like slender capillaries, connecting Yang Muyun like an umbilical cord, giving the sword a new life.
Just now, Yang Muyun poured all his strength into his weapon and fought against the Breaking Wind Sword, and he felt a wonderful feeling, a feeling that could not be described in words.
Just like a butterfly breaks out of a cocoon, I have seen the light of a wider world, but there is still a last layer of diaphragm that binds and imprisons himself.
Yang Muyun is like a little butterfly in a cocoon shell, trying his best to break through his protective shell.