I saw three sword lights that suddenly burst out, and the sword intent that covered and extended them!
Xu Yongan was despairing and felt that everything was completely lost.
Most of the kendo masters in Fengyun Sword Tomb are from the Fengjian mood, and a few are from the Yunjian mood.
It is precisely because of Fengyun Sword Intent that Fengyun Sword Tomb is famous all over the world and has become one of the major kendos.
The artistic conception of the wind sword emphasizes being as fast as the wind, and contains the artistic conception of a violent wind, which is extremely fast and powerful.
The artistic conception of Yunjian is taken from clouds, which are erratic and elusive, changeable and difficult to see through.
The three of them are all masters of swordsmanship in the style of wind sword. Their speed is so fast that they are almost unstoppable.
Moreover, the three of them attacked together, and even a high-level grandmaster would be overcome with hatred on the spot under this attack.
Just when Xu Yongan felt that his only hope was shattered, the shadow sword suddenly moved.
The blade, which was as black as ink, turned over strangely, and the raging poisonous dragon, which was as black as ink, suddenly twisted, as if a monster crawled out of hell, exuding an extremely dark and evil murderous aura, and suddenly rushed out.
boom!
Xu Yongan felt that all the light had disappeared in front of his eyes, leaving only the black poisonous dragon with its teeth and claws, roaring wantonly, breathing crazily, showing off its power unscrupulously.
In just an instant, the three long swords were broken!
"Click..."
"Puff puff!"
There were sounds of vomiting blood one after another, and the three people flew out and fell deeply to the ground. Their chests were stained with blood and stained with blue and black spots, as if they had just been corroded by poison.
Shadow Sword stared at the three of them indifferently, just like when he first appeared.
It wasn't until this moment that Xu Yongan understood the power of the Shadow Sword.
From the beginning to the end, facing Liu Wudao's temptation and facing Fengyun Jianzhong's little moves, he did not change at all.
Even the breathing frequency has not changed.
He was like a shadow in the dark night, calm and peaceful, not showing a trace of other colors.
But once he takes action, it will be like a roaring wave and thunder, overwhelming and difficult to resist.
"Who...are you?"
"You, you, you can't kill me. I am from Fengyun Sword Tomb. If you die, Fengyun Sword Tomb will not let you go."
"Let...let me go, I can forget the past."
Liu Wudao showed a horrified expression, ignoring his injuries and retreating continuously, fearing that the Shadow Sword would suddenly attack and kill him completely.
The two junior brothers also made the same move, looking at the Shadow Sword in horror.
They were very aware of their own strength, and even more aware of the fact that they had just used their swords to attack together. Under normal circumstances, even high-level masters would be killed on the spot, but the person in front of them only used one sword.
It broke the sword moves made by three people together!
This shows how terrifying this person is.
The poisonous dragon sword that was released just now, even if it does not have the strength of the extraordinary state, it has definitely reached the level of half-extraordinary level.
When did another swordsman master emerge from the world of martial arts?
"Senior, senior, you can't let them go. If you let them go, they will definitely take revenge on you."
"There are extraordinary swordsman masters in Fengyun Sword Tomb, we cannot let them go."
Looking at their expressions, Xu Yongan felt the pleasure of revenge in his heart and shouted quickly.
The shadow sword remained indifferent, no different from the first time.
Seeing that Shadow Sword showed no sign of action, Liu Wudao felt happy and quickly got up, preparing to run away.
You are dead. When I return to Fengyun Sword Tomb, I will definitely ask the elders and the leader for help and ask them to send transcendent realm masters to kill you... Liu Wudao thought like this, and his steps became much lighter.
However, the next moment.
A dark and faint sword light flashed away.
"Pfft!"
One left leg started to fly in the air.
"Ahhhh..."
Liu Wudao roared in pain and hugged his thigh tightly.
The two junior brothers on the side stopped immediately, showing frightened expressions, and did not dare to move anymore.
Liu Wudao tapped his acupuncture points to stop the gushing blood, but the pain that penetrated deep into his bone marrow still made him roll around, his facial muscles distorted, and he kept roaring.
After half a minute, Liu Wudao said hoarsely: "Why...what?"
Shadow Sword still didn't speak. A pair of black eyes looked at him extremely calmly, as if he was looking at a flower, a tree, or a stream.
Liu Wudao's expression froze for a moment.
Yes.
A flower, a tree, a stream.
Only, only is not human.
In his eyes, there was not the slightest fluctuation in looking at people.
In his eyes, he is not a human being at all?
As soon as this idea came up, Liu Wudao almost collapsed.
At this time, Liu Wudao thought of something:
Destroying you has nothing to do with you!
From beginning to end, he never took himself seriously...
"Oh, oh, if you cut off his legs, that would be really difficult..."
A slightly embarrassed voice came from not far away.
Everyone looked around and saw a young man in white walking over.
The young man in white clothes, holding a folding fan, has a delicate appearance and an elegant and easy-going temperament, just like a scholar who stepped out of an ancient scroll.
Liu Wudao saw Shadow Sword turn around, lowered his head slightly, saluted, and stood aside, looking like a follower.
Suddenly, Liu Wudao understood everything.
Is this terrifying swordsman just a follower, servant, or even slave of the scholar in front of me?
"This... this young master, there is no enmity between us?"
"Don't... don't kill me."
Liu Wudao quickly spoke.
The visitor is naturally Mr. Wuhen.
Mr. Wuhen looked at his thigh, which was covered in blood and flesh, and could even see bones. He shook his head gently: "Oh, you are injured, and you don't have a calf yet. It is probably difficult to recover. This will be difficult to deal with."
"It's not difficult!"
"It's not difficult!"
Liu Wudao's expression changed, and he quickly said: "There are living and dead people in our sect, and there is a strange medicine called flesh and bone. This little injury is completely fine. Master, it's a misunderstanding. This is all a misunderstanding. We can compensate for it."
"Oh, it turns out it's a misunderstanding!" Master Wuhen nodded with a smile, shook his folding fan, and asked: "Since it's a misunderstanding, Master, what are you going to use to compensate?"
"Yes, yes." Liu Wudao quickly took off the cloth bag from his waist, opened it, and revealed the rare treasures, ancient swords and medicinal materials inside, "This is my little savings, I hope you don't dislike it, accept it, accept it.
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"But, after all, we broke your leg. If I let you go, you won't find someone from the sect to take revenge on me, right?" Young Master Wuhen asked with a look of emotion and confusion.
"No, no, it's all a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding. Just explain it clearly." Liu Wudao explained with a forced smile.
"Young Master, this Young Master, don't listen to him, he is all lying to you, and he will take revenge on you." Xu Yongan also saw that Young Master Wuhen had a special identity, and seemed to be the master of the Shadow Sword, so he hurriedly spoke out.
"Noisy!" Mr. Wuhen raised his hand and threw it out with great force, swollen Xu Yongan's mouth and made him unable to make a sound.
After doing this, Mr. Wuhen looked at Liu Wudao again: "Actually! I wanted to consider Fengyun Sword Tomb just now, but it's a pity that you were injured and you are still so arrogant and domineering."
"Then there's nothing we can do."
"I can only choose another one."
"I'm sorry……"
As Mr. Wuhen finished speaking, the three people floated up strangely. A powerful suction force appeared out of thin air, forcibly extracting the true energy, sword intent, and sword energy from their bodies in an extremely arrogant manner.
Come out and enter the body of Mr. Wuhen continuously.
"Absorbing magic power?"
"Are you from the Demon Cult?"
"No, don't..."
Liu Wudao felt that the true energy he had worked so hard to cultivate was constantly being lost and absorbed by Master Wuhen. He showed a look of horror, fear, and despair.