According to the Yinshan Swordsman, he has lived decades longer than Nangong Haotian. Even if he started practicing cultivation after being born, his inner strength would not be as strong as his own. As long as he tried to do some harm, he would still have to let go.
But Yinshan Swordsman's wishful thinking was destined to fail. Nangong Haotian had only been practicing for two years, but what he practiced was not ordinary internal skills, but divine cultivation techniques!!
Even the results obtained in just two years are not comparable to those in decades. The intensity and purity of the power of chaos far exceed everyone's internal strength.
"It's you who should let go!" Nangong Haotian didn't give in at all. When the power of chaos met the Yinshan Swordsman's inner strength, it was almost like a tiger descending from the mountain, instantly breaking through all the defenses.
"How is that possible?!" The Yinshan Swordsman was extremely shocked. His true energy was retreating steadily. This was simply not the scene he had imagined. What kind of monster was Nangong Haotian?
"Choke -" There was a violent explosion, and the silver fir swordsman rolled around and barely escaped Nangong Haotian's decisive move. He finally managed to hold the silver sword in his hand, otherwise he would have been embarrassed.
Already.
"Okay, the fifty moves have arrived, you two, please stop!" Master Faming drank immediately when he saw the two separated.
However, Nangong Haotian and the silver-shirted swordsman did not fly away, but were fighting together again in an instant. The sword light was flying in the field, the horses were tumbling, and they were fighting fiercely.
Master Faming had no choice but to shout again: "Limited to one hundred moves."
At this moment, Nangong Haotian and the silver-robed swordsman exchanged another seven or eight moves. Each move was a fatal attack. Even the air was pushed away a lot. The mist was no longer there. There was only the sound of the clothes and swords made by the two fighting.
The clanging sound produced by the body hitting each other.
Liu Qianwen, Wei Xiaoying and Aunt Shan watched it clearly. Every time they saw the moment when Nangong Haotian was almost hit by the Yinshan Swordsman, they felt even more anxious.
It's not that Nangong Haotian can't dodge by a large margin. In his opinion, since he can dodge with the smallest movement, why waste so much energy? So it seems that Nangong Haotian dodges at the most dangerous moment.
It's so thrilling to open.
Moreover, they also knew that in past encounters, Nangong Haotian could usually defeat the opponent within one or two encounters or within a few moves.
Now, when I met the world-famous swordsman in silver, the silver-shirted swordsman, they actually fought fifty or sixty moves with no outcome, and Nangong Haotian's situation seemed to be very dangerous.
The three of them were all worried that if they fought in such a hurry, Nangong Haotian would definitely suffer the loss, because they felt that Nangong Haotian would be inferior to the silver-shirted swordsman in terms of skill and experience.
If they knew what Nangong Haotian was thinking, I wonder if they would feel dumbfounded!
Nangong Haotian was not worried about how long the fight would last. He was worried about whether the Demon Dragon Slayer King was hiding nearby. Now, the sword styles in the first half of the secret book had been fully used, and sometimes even one or two sword skills were added.
However, Nangong Haotian could also see that the sword styles that the silver-robed swordsman could perform had long been exhausted.
Now, both of them have figured out each other's sword skills, and under such circumstances, neither of them dare to make any random moves, for fear of exposing their flaws and causing suicide.
There are only two ways to win, and you are absolutely sure of winning. One is to use the new sword style that you just obtained in the second half of the secret book. The other is to use - Starfall!!!
However, Nangong Haotian always believed that the Demon Dragon Slayer King was secretly peeping, and he also preferred to believe that the old demon was hiding nearby. With people like Master Fa Ming and others coming to Langsha in great numbers, it was impossible for him not to spy on them secretly.
"Take your life!" Just when he was hesitating, he suddenly heard the Yinshan Swordsman shout angrily, and the sword in his hand suddenly changed, and he slayed the dragon with a move of the Heavenly Sword, coming menacingly in front of him.
Nangong Haotian snorted coldly, stamped his foot on the ground, stepped back three feet away, and stood still. An idea flashed in his mind, and he suddenly had an idea: Since I can't hurt you with my sword, I will use my true energy to grind you to death!
Just do whatever you want, the power of chaos surges, the divine source crystal trembles, Nangong Haotian has tried his best to pump every trace of chaos power in his body into his hands.
After feeling that enough energy had been gathered, Nangong Haotian stretched out his hand and sucked in the water from the sea, roaring like a water dragon, rushing towards the two of them.
At the same time, he moved his wrist and flashed the Netherworld Dragon-Slaying Sword. Countless bright sword flowers were flying. The surrounding water seemed to have encountered extreme heat and all turned into mist. Both his and the silver fir swordsman's bodies were covered, making it difficult for outsiders to see.
Know what's going on.
Silver Fir Swordsman was also horrified. He didn't know what Nangong Haotian was doing. There was water mist all around him. He felt that his eyes were greatly affected, and it was difficult to see clearly what was happening a foot away.
Moreover, the sword made of deep sea cold iron in his hand became a burden to him, instantly condensing the water mist approaching him into ice slag, which not only greatly affected his movements, but also slowed down his speed a lot.
At this time, he finally understood what Nangong Haotian was thinking, but it was too late to go out. Nangong Haotian didn't give him a chance to escape from the fog formation.
Nangong Haotian's move was astonishing. He used the heat of the Netherworld Dragon-Slaying Sword to turn water into mist. The Yinshan Swordsman's sword was cold, so it would naturally condense into ice when it came into contact with water. At this time, he looked like he was wearing a
There was a thick layer of ice ripples, and my lips were also a little white.
But it is easy to say, but difficult to do. If there is not enough power of chaos to support it, how can it be possible to absorb thousands of water from the sea a hundred meters away? How can it be possible to use the Netherworld Dragon Slayer Sword to turn this water into water?
What about the fog?
All of this was achieved perfectly when Nangong Haotian had enough infuriating energy. However, after using this move, he also felt a sense of emptiness in his body, which was too much consumption!
But Yinshan Swordsman was not much better. On the one hand, he had to guard against Nangong Haotian's attack, and on the other hand, he also needed luck to resist the cold air around him. At this time, he really wanted to throw away the sword in his hand, but he couldn't do it that way.
If he does, not only will he lose this game, but his entire reputation will be ruined.
"Hey, look, that's the famous Silverwood Swordsman in the world. He's really awesome!"
"Yeah, it's very awesome. It is said that the last time I fought against Nangong Haotian, a rising star in the martial arts world, he actually knocked off the sword he had used all his life. He couldn't even hold the sword steady. He was really the first
Swordsman!"
Thinking of this, the Yinshan Swordsman couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't give up his sword. The swordsman regarded the sword as life.
But it was precisely this that made Silver Fir Swordsman enjoy a feeling he had never experienced before. It was the feeling of death!!
Nangong Haotian also happened to think of this, so he dared to use this trick, and he was desperate to save face and suffer the consequences. This is a common problem among so-called chivalrous Taoists.
At this moment, the battle between the two has completely turned into a sword fight. There is no internal strength or true energy, it is all a real competition between swords and strength.
The chivalrous Taoists around looked terrified. Suddenly Nangong Haotian stabbed the Yinshan Swordsman in the throat with his sword. The Yinshan Swordsman barely dodged and then struck Nangong Haotian's neck with his sword...
After Nangong Haotian's body had been warmed and tempered during the body-building period of the Waste Transformation Art, it had become extremely powerful. It was no exaggeration to say that he could tear apart tigers and leopards alive. Without the power of chaos as a support, he became more and more powerful.
The bigger the sword is, the more powerful it is, and the sword is deadly, and every move summons the soul.
In comparison, Yinshan Swordsman looks much embarrassed. He was born as a swordsman and rarely dabbles in other aspects besides swords. Except for some palm skills, everything else is not worth mentioning, so once he loses
Losing the sword was equivalent to losing his right and left arm, and now he was forced into a desperate situation by Nangong Haotian.
Now he very much hopes that the one hundred moves prescribed by Master Fa Ming will arrive soon, otherwise he will probably lose face and go to his hometown today. He didn't expect Nangong Haotian to be so difficult to deal with.
"The hundred moves have arrived, please forgive me for offending me." Just when the Yinshan Swordsman was in a dilemma, he suddenly heard Master Fa Ming outside the field shouting loudly.
Amidst the shouts, a golden light penetrated into the fighting circle.
Nangong Haotian was about to stab the Yinshan Swordsman in the throat with one move, but when he saw Master Faming actually taking action, he was shocked. Looking at the Yinsha Swordsman who was less than one meter away from him, he gritted his teeth suddenly and raised the Netherworld Dragon-Slaying Sword with both hands.
Swing down with all your strength.
"Boom, boom, boom -" The surrounding air was extremely oppressed and dispersed crazily in all directions. All those watching the battle were suffocated by the powerful force of dispersion, and some were even forced to take several steps back.
Only then did they stand still, everyone looked at Nangong Haotian's shocking blow in shock.
There was no gorgeous surge of true energy, no strong infusion of internal energy, there was just that powerful move that quickly pressed down the blade of the Netherworld Dragon-Slaying Sword.
The silver fir swordsman was startled. He didn't expect that Nangong Haotian would have a follow-up move. He hurriedly blocked the sword in his hand horizontally, and at the same time poured the last trace of internal energy in his body into it, filling the whole sword with energy.
Divinity, a desperate blow between the two!!!
"Rumble - sizzle - ding -" The red heat of the Netherworld Dragon-Slaying Sword met the coldness of another sword, the Cold Iron Sword, and a harsh sound was accompanied by a ding that created the world. Nangong Haotian and Yin Shan
The swordsmen stopped in an instant, and the people around them who were holding their breath also opened their mouths, staring blankly at all this.
It wasn't until a minute passed that a click called everyone back from their thoughts. Both the Netherworld Dragon-Slaying Sword and the Cold Iron Sword broke, and the mouths of the people around them could almost swallow a duck egg.