Around him, black water surrounded him, suddenly forming hundreds of "substantial" water swords.
These water swords gathered more and more, occupying behind San Bo, with a mighty force and an astonishing momentum.
Jiuyang took the opportunity to attack and stretched out his long arms.
He stepped forward with his right foot, touched the water lightly, and glided explosively in a dive.
Flashed once, flashed again, and disappeared.
When he reappeared, a thick purple mist spread across the sky, like a dense cluster of stars, spreading in front of him.
The third uncle turned a deaf ear, stamped his right foot on the ground, and shouted softly: "Go."
The water swords formed a formation and shot out as if summoned.
The air waves roared, overwhelming the sky and the earth.
Jiuyang's expression remained unchanged as he shuttled through the water sword, raised his leg and kicked it, landing on San Bo's chest.
In the distance, purple mist enveloped the water sword, exploding in an endless stream.
Sanbo opened his eyes and raised his left hand suddenly.
He grabbed Jiuyang's ankle and said with a calm and disdainful expression: "The first move."
Jiuyang took advantage of the situation and stepped back, stepping on the void to stabilize his body.
People are behind, water drops are in front.
Fluttering and spinning, the sky is spinning.
"Buzz buzz."
Taixuan sword energy fell from the sky, and San Bo condensed his palms and moved forward at a constant speed.
Jiuyang took his time and greeted him bravely.
The touch of fists and palms meet in the center of the deep pool.
The picture is frozen and time no longer passes.
Jiuyang's face was expressionless, and Sanbo's smile was bright.
"collapse."
The pond roared, setting off huge waves tens of meters high.
Jiuyang turned around and ran away, taking advantage of the waves and disappearing without a trace.
Sanbo stayed where he was and did not pursue him.
Until the water surface completely returned to calm, only San Bo was left on the huge Demon Killing Pond.
Jiuyang has long since disappeared.
"Hiding one's head and showing one's tail is the behavior of a shameless junior. After all, you are also the ancestor of Ziwei, so you can't do this, right?" The third uncle looked around and walked around casually: "These are just two moves. You are much weaker than I thought."
"Fifty moves, I seem to have overestimated you, maybe only thirty moves."
"Hey, why don't you come out yet?"
The corners of Sanbo's mouth raised, he looked down at the dark pool of water and said, "You have three urgent needs. I need to pee?"
After saying that, he pretended to pull up his waistband and said, "When I was young, I would pee three feet in the wind."
"Well, tornado."
"This won't work. I'm getting older, and the tailwind is only ten feet away."
"He is definitely much better than my second senior brother. That damn cripple wet his shoes when he was young."
"I told him that the women at the foot of the mountain are like wolves and tigers, so they should take care of themselves."
"Hey, if you don't listen to Xinglan's words, you will suffer the consequences in front of you."
"Shh..."
San Bo was whistling in his mouth, and sword energy condensed in his palm.
The next moment, he rose into the sky, sword light raging.
The direction of attack turned out to be not the deep pool, but the blind rock wall above the deep pool.
“Ding-deng-deng.”
Jiuyang's figure wandered in the sword light, like a fish in water, blurry and distorted.
The third uncle didn't say a word, but just bullied him and came forward.
"cut."
As soon as he pointed it out, the dispersed sword energy gathered at his fingertips, and a dazzling sword light bloomed.
