Amidst the overwhelming dust, the Yanling Knife was lifted from the huge ravine that cut off the cross-section of the passage. The breeze brought by the blade created a circular gap in the dust. The golden-eyed Zhao Xiaosheng stood among the ruins. , the road behind him and in front of him was blocked by collapsed rocks, and the sewer was isolated into an independent space about fifty meters long.
"Being able to extend the 'River Diagram' onto dead objects can be considered a type of gifted person among mediocre people." The emperor's figure appeared in the gradually settling dust, and Zhao Xinsheng's eyes fell on his shoulders. Eyes slightly lowered.
The feeling of the falling knife just now was indeed a hit. According to the characteristics of the 'Hetu', the current emperor should have at least one of his arms broken off even if he did not become a puddle of flesh. However, his current body is intact, and even that The black casual shirt he wore from Uniqlo was not damaged, and he didn’t look like he had been injured.
"Let me guess, judging from the power of the black thunder just now, your grasp of the 'River Map' only reaches the level of 'direction', right?" The emperor raised his head and glanced at the death battle battlefield that had been opened up. Said, "Is the purpose of limiting space to better reach the target? But have you ever considered that this also compresses your living space in both directions? Shortening the distance without knowing the enemy's methods is a very dangerous behavior."
Without answering the emperor's question, Zhao Xinsheng landed with his right foot forward and to the right in a lunge position. He held the knife in his right hand and lowered it to the side of his right hip. His upper body was upright and his center of gravity was stable. This was the posture of lunging and hiding the knife. When the left palm was pushed out, the thumb of the inner pocket was in the right position. The top is aimed at the emperor's neck and only a head is exposed.
She certainly knew that the danger of compressing the battlefield space was two-way, but based on her knowledge of her own power, she was certain that when the battle space was compressed to a threshold, the danger would always come from herself rather than from the enemy.
As long as she can meet the other person, no matter who the other person is, she can guarantee one thing.
One touch and you win.
coming.
The smile on the emperor's face gradually calmed down. He calmly looked at Zhao Xinsheng's posture and took a slight step back with his left foot.
When the soles of His shoes rubbed against the dust and gravel on the ground, making a subtle "clicking" sound, Zhao Xinsheng, who was facing him, moved.
In the emperor's observation, it was a rather unreasonable method of acceleration. There was no preparation or sign of accumulating power. She accelerated from zero to a speed that was almost difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. If she did not know her mantra, it would be a process that was omitted. The magic is "River Map", I'm afraid anyone will mistakenly think that her power is "that" or "time zero".
The strong wind passed by, and the sword strike was really fierce and urgent. Zhao Xinsheng's sword slashed out at least ten meters!
The straight blade of the Yanling Saber is hidden in the moon-like light, and a long tail shadow is dragged behind the moon arc. It is the violent wind carried by the sword. She is clearly swinging the sword in the air, which is visible to the naked eye. The effect is like dancing a sword in the water, the traces of the air being cut open like a viscous solid are clearly visible, and what remains in those cut places?
Killing intent as violent as fire.
The emperor dodged the knife. He squatted down without warning, spread his legs, and bent his hands to support the ground. At the moment of completing this action, the bloodline refining was completed. Through Lancelot's body, his " "Blood" jumped directly from the second degree. The rapidly increasing body temperature spurted out white steam as the dragon scales screamed and broke out of the skin. Those dazzling golden eyes looked like some kind of quiet beast in the white mist. .
The storm passed over the emperor. Zhao Yansheng, who was dressed in black clothes, passed almost face to face with the emperor. When she saw that the car was about to hit the collapsed rocks that blocked the road, the five slender fingers of her left hand The slender fingers gently swept through the air, as if they were gently playing with the strings of a piano, or as if they were playing on a clear lake. The ripples swayed in the air and then disappeared.
Along with this, her posture in the air was corrected by some kind of force. The original posture of her head facing the landslide was tilted back and rotated 180 degrees, and her feet were almost vertically stepping on the stone surface of the landslide!
Normally, with the speed she was sprinting at, no matter what position she was in when she touched a hard surface, she would inevitably break a bone or die from a direct impact. But the moment her feet touched the collapsed stone surface, her kinetic energy returned to zero. There was no roar, no collapse, she just stood vertically on the stone surface, looking down at the emperor on the ground.
The emperor turned back, his eyes met Zhao Xinsheng's, the cuffs of his coat flicked, and a gilt sword handle fell into his hands. As he stood up, the dark golden samurai sword, it was **·lazy (lazy) ), and in the hands of the emperor, it seems to have evolved into a second form. It has no blade. Compared with a sword, it is more like a sword in Chinese culture, with two edges.
When the orthodox Tianji Pavilion created a new sword, it was based on the sword shape of the sword originally created by Norton. When re-smelting the sword to create the second form, it referred to the most famous legends and myths in the history of the sword of this shape, which symbolized The most expressive Japanese katana is naturally the mythical sword. Its first holder in the myth is Izanagi, the father of the gods. He has defeated the ancient beast Yamata no Orochi. It can be said that it is A true and unquestionable god-killing sword.
Lazy·Ten Fist Sword.
Zhao Yansheng lowered her eyes and glanced down at the emperor who was holding a ten-fist sword in one hand. She stood vertically on the height of the collapsed stone barrier, quickly bent down and put her left hand on the leggings on the side of her thigh, and lightly hooked the fingers of her right hand.
A blast resounded in the narrow space. It was a blast that broke the sound barrier. A sharp airflow hidden in the shadow passed in front of the emperor who was dodging sideways at high speed, and a circular hole of unknown depth was directly penetrated in the middle of the ground. , if there are no accidents, this hole should be ready to appear in the emperor's heart.
The facial bones gradually pierced the skin and grew out, and the blood flowed down the edges and corners. The emperor glanced indifferently at the thigh gaiter hanging from Zhao Xinsheng's left hand. There was a circle of dark gold steel needles hanging on it. The two ends were sharp and the surface was smooth without any traces. The bulge is probably made of pure gold and titanium alloy. The ultimate alchemical material that is hard to find is only used as a projectile to arm her body. It can be seen how reluctant Orthodox is to invest in her.
Zhao Xunsheng quickly moved the steel needles with her fingers. The steel needles were placed vertically against her thighs. After being weighed by her fingers, the needles were rotated 90° clockwise. The moment the sharp needle points were aimed at the emperor, a wave of The invisible force directly allows them to break through from standstill to an incredible 5 times the speed of sound. The cone-shaped shock wave in the air where the needle rotates can be clearly observed with a high-power camera!
When Zhao Xunsheng moved the steel needle, the emperor had already made an evasive movement. His body tilted to the left, his left hand and the right hand holding the sword naturally drooped. His legs shook the ground with force and tilted upward to the left. Jumping to dodge, the steel needles followed his high-speed moving shadow and disappeared at the end of the punctured obstacle. No one knew how far these steel needles would fly, and no one knew whether there would be unlucky people on their path. hit.
The emperor was forced by the attack trajectory of the steel needle to jump diagonally to the angle between the wall and the ceiling of this narrow space. The sharpened claws of his left hand directly dug into the dome of the sewer to fix his body, and his right hand quickly raised the ten-fist sword to accurately block it. At the position of his heart, his whole body was suddenly "stuffed" into the gap behind his back as if he had been hit by a car. It was covered with dragon scales, and his keel-strengthened back was firmly pressing against the gap. His whole body seemed to be forcibly squeezed. Stuff it into the gap and squeeze it into an angular shape like plasticine!
The emperor lowered his eyes and glanced at the Ten Fist Sword.
Three dark golden steel nails were lined up and hit the horizontal sword surface of the Ten Fist Sword at a perfect vertical angle. The strange thing was that they kept maintaining an incredible thrust. This thrust also pressed the emperor and made it difficult to move in the gap. The truth is, that power showed no signs of declining at all, and even continued to increase in strength as time went on, pressing the Ten Fist Sword almost against the emperor's chest!
Their forward path will not deviate in any way until the power given to them disappears. If the casting metal of the Ten Fist Sword and the metal of the steel needle are not the same, it can be foreseen that anything trying to block will be blocked by these three steel needles. Drill through and penetrate the thing hiding behind!
Zhao Yansheng faced the emperor who was almost unable to move in the corner. She raised her right leg to the knee, held the sword in an arc and circled it with her spiral arm, flattening the sword. The sword was pointed directly at the emperor's neck. A gap was opened in the collapsed stone pile where she was standing, and her figure was like a star. Dou stabbed the emperor in the throat with a knife instead of a sword!
The crisis was approaching and actions were blocked. It seemed that in the blink of an eye the emperor was forced into a desperate situation.
The emperor's right hand suddenly let go of the handle of the Ten Fist Sword, and then he grasped the right arm again. The muscles and dragon scales of his right arm swelled abnormally, and the muscles and bones gave birth to huge power amidst a series of abnormal sounds. He raised his arm and slammed it against the person behind him. wall!
Amidst the explosions and flying stones, the wall behind him was smashed through, exposing the space of the sewer channel on the other side. This also gave him room to move. He leaned towards the hole that was smashed open and drew his sword flat. , the three steel nails lost their resistance and disappeared instantly, piercing the wall.
The emperor fell naturally, and there was no room for him to dodge in mid-air. Zhao Xiaosheng's bayonet was already in front of him. The emperor's golden eyes swept the tip of Zhao Xiaosheng's Yanling sword in less than a tenth of a second, and then the ten-fist sword naturally Di Shan Yuan hit the back of Yan Ling Dao with a moderate force, deflecting her thrust.
At the same time, without looking, the emperor suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhao Xunsheng's left forearm, which had been hanging by his side until he was close to him. But he used most of his strength on this grasp, and he was not allowed to let this palm touch him at all!
Zhao Xunsheng twitched his left hand holding the sword, and the crooked Yan Ling Dao suddenly broke away from the Ten Fist Sword, and swung the sword upwards with an extremely fast and extremely cruel force towards the emperor. The emperor glanced at the blade from the corner of his eye and made no attempt. Use the Ten Fist Sword to block, grab the left hand of Zhao Xiaosheng's forearm, and use Zhao Xiaosheng as the fulcrum to use his whole body to half-rotate to the side to avoid the sword. At the same time, he opened his mouth in mid-air and chanted "Hongzhong". Longwen!
Zhao Yansheng slashed into the air with one strike, leaving a ferocious mark on the wall and dome. He bent his lower body with force and kicked the emperor in the abdomen with all his strength, like a rabbit kicking an eagle. This kick was almost unavoidable!
The emperor fell from the sky like a cannonball. He flew out at such a speed that his body broke the sound barrier. Zhao Xinsheng's seemingly simple kick was like a truck hitting him head-on with the speedometer hitting the red line!
The outcome is decided.
Zhao Xunsheng fell to the ground, half-crouched to release her strength, raised her head to look at the swelling smoke, and lowered her eyes to sense the stable connection established by the power, which meant that she had indeed hit.
Just to be on the safe side.
The five fingers of the left hand hanging by the side are bent, and the fingertips are gently pinched together.
"South," she said.
But at the moment when she made the gesture, she suddenly raised her head, staring at the invisible smoke, her eyebrows gradually tightened, and she lowered her handprint.
In the smoke and dust, the blurry figure on the ground slowly climbed up from the ground.
The clothes on his body were torn into strands of cloth due to the impact and violent body movements, and he casually raised his hand to tear it aside with his sharp claws, revealing his upper body that was completely transformed into dragon scales, and the keel bones that were proliferating in his beautiful body. It looks graceful and wild under the support. The sharp bone spurs at the elbows extend backwards, and dragon horns grow out of the forehead along with the facial bones. This means that the blood of this body has reached the deepest level that a hybrid can touch. Refined bloodline, violent bloodshed three times.
He bent down and reached for the Ten Fist Sword that was stuck firmly in the hard ground. Before touching the hilt, he glanced at Zhao Yunsheng, smiled lightly and made a gesture of invitation, and only picked it up after seeing the other person put down his hand seal. Ten Fist Sword.
Did you just use **·laziness to block your own attack and escape?
Zhao Yansheng calmly observed the other strange phenomena accompanying the emperor who walked out of the pit with his sword in hand. Unnatural disturbances appeared in the air around him at some point, as if he were looking through a high-temperature flame to see the temperature-distorted things behind him. view.
Not only that, the twisted air flow around the emperor began to "collapse" for some reason as he walked around. The air that was originally ungraspable seemed to be solidifying and crystallizing, but now it was like broken pieces on the wall. It fell to the ground like a tile, making no sound, but Huan could hear the crisp sound of broken glass.
Remember that the word spirit of this hybrid body controlled by the emperor is the "dustless land", that spherical absolute field constructed by the flow of pure wind elements. The composition of this word spirit cannot stop her "river map"
"Attack, but the word spirit released by the opponent now is completely inconsistent with the dustless land in her impression, and it does not even match any word spirit in her memory.