When Lingxuzi thought of Feng Yuguo, he accelerated his sword-breaking skills, hoping to kill Anxi Xia with the sword as soon as possible.
But he didn't expect that at this moment, the rotten sword in An Xixia's hand flew directly into the air with a swipe. Lingxuzi saw a sword secret in An Xixia's hand, and the sword swung out as if it was connected with her mind.
Directly cut off all the attacking swords.
"She can actually wield a sword!" Lingxuzi's eyes were full of surprise.
If he remembered correctly, An Xixia only had a rabbit next to her a month ago. In other words, Xue Po followed her for only a month. In one month, he could reach the fifth level of swordsmanship.
How is this possible!
Ling Xuzi considered himself to be a talented swordsman and the most outstanding among his fellow disciples at that time. It took him almost twelve years to practice to the fifth level! How could An Xixia achieve this in just one month?
Practice to level five!
He looked at An Xixia's swordsmanship again. Although the swordsmanship was the same as that of Qingjianmen, the swordsmanship was extremely exquisite. Even he had never learned it!
He was really curious, where did An Xixia learn his sword skills?
Lingxuzi gritted his teeth and felt that An Xixia could no longer stay, not because of Xue Po, but because of her swordsmanship. She was already so powerful now, and given time, she would definitely become even more powerful, and he was now
She would definitely hold a grudge against her for murdering her, and she would be afraid that it would lead to murder.
Lingxuzi accelerated the internal energy all over his body, trying to kill Anxixia.
An Xixia only felt that the pressure around her body was getting bigger and bigger, and the murderous intent on those swords was getting heavier and heavier. Although the strength of the Cangqiong Sword was extremely strong, it also had a lot to do with its master. If the master was stronger, it would also
will be stronger.
But now Anxi Xia only has third-level spiritual power, which is equivalent to the internal strength of a fifth-level swordsman. Cangqiong Sword itself can only exert 30% of its strength at most. Being besieged like this, Cangqiong Sword is only furious.
Xue Po was lying on An Xixia's shoulder. As long as there was a sword that An Xixia didn't block, he would definitely wave his claws to block the sword.
Seeing that An Xixia's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, Xue Po became a little anxious and immediately scolded: "Don't you brag all day long that you are the ancestor of ten thousand swords? How come you are so weak now?
What a shame, being bullied into this state by such broken swords!"
Cang Qiong Jian said angrily: "Last time in the Black Tree Forest, so many monsters came to our door. Didn't you also claim to be the ancestor of all beasts? Why didn't you show off your power at that time?"
Xue Po said angrily: "You don't have to worry about my affairs!"
"You don't have to worry about me!" Cangqiong Jianye said angrily.
Anxi Xia said anxiously: "Can you two stop arguing? If you have the energy to argue, you might as well think of a way to break these broken swords!"
"I know how to break this sword formation!" Xue Po said anxiously.
"How to break it?" An Xixia and Cangqiong Sword asked in unison.
Xue Po replied: "Just kill the person who controls the sword!"
An Xixia cursed: "Idiot, we are trapped here and can't move, how can we kill the man holding the sword?"
Xue Po wanted to say that he could actually go find Ling Xuzi who was wielding the sword, but if he left, An Xixia alone would not be able to stop Ling Xuzi's flying sword. If she died, he would die too.