Chapter 470 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect'
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Several long swords stabbed at Zhao Changhe who crashed in the air at the same time.
All the sword moves seemed to have been measured, and every angle was coordinated to a standard, including main attack, blockade, assist, and interference, forming an extremely difficult sword formation coordination that was even more standard than the formations that people have refined over time.
The main attacker is Lan Wujiang.
His injury had healed, but his swordsmanship seemed to have improved even more. This thrust of the sword made Zhao Changhe feel the biting snow peaks, chilling to the bone.
That's not just Lan Wujiang's own swordsmanship...it's also very much Shi Wuding's sword.
But Zhao Changhe turned a blind eye.
That's it?
There was a loud "clang" sound, and the toad jumped into the middle of the sword net.
The violent bloody sword light spilled out in all directions, causing several sword slaves around to retreat in a muffled voice. Lan Wujiang, who bore the brunt, even broke his sword, and then retreated in shock.
This Zhao Changhe is so crazy in power!
Zhao Changhe broke into the formation and pulled Han Wubing up: "Let's go!"
Han Wubing was drowsily supported by Zhao Changhe and said in a low voice: "Actually, I suggest you stay away from me, because I suspect that I will be the one to stab you."
Zhao Changhe knew this truth, but still said: "Stop talking nonsense."
Over there, Lan Wujiang had already changed his sword and pounced again, surrounded by sword shadows, trapping him on the spot.
"Thirty-seven on the list, Blood Shura Zhao Changhe..." Lan Wujiang did not recognize that this was Si Laoye who had fought against him a few days ago, and said calmly: "We have known that you are in Miaojiang for a long time. I really thought we would
Completely unprepared? I brought so many people out, not for Han Wubing, but for you."
"I'm flattered." Without thinking, Zhao Changhe held Han Wubing in his left hand, turned his right hand, and the sword flashed past.
Waves of blood surged all around, flakes of snow flew, and the swords were all gleaming. Qi and blood surged in the bodies of the sword slaves around them, almost ready to burst out.
The mountains and rivers are filled with blood!
The mountains and rivers filled with blood at this moment were slightly different from before.
When you have been playing with swords for a long time, you will naturally integrate common techniques and intentions. The blood at this moment is as violent as a knife, compared with the previous sword light like water filling the courtyard, there are so many similarities... It is nothing more than violence and cleverness.
, they are verifiable and take different strengths to push their respective advantages to a higher level.
"Whoosh whoosh!" The snowflakes seemed to be alive, flying dexterously, and even nimbly chased after the sword slave when he was dodging.
The screams sounded at the same time in no particular order, and blood sprayed all around. With just one blow, the sword slaves all fell.
"Good sword skills!" The sword light flashed in front of him, and Lan Wujiang stabbed his throat with his sword, blocking Zhao Changhe's way of breaking out.
Zhao Changhe swung his long sword at an angle, and the blood rain in the sky suddenly stopped, and the snowflakes softened.
The space seemed to have turned into slow motion, leaving only the cold light in the dark wiping the other person's throat.
The small building listened to the spring rain all night.
"Choke!" The once invincible sword was actually blocked by Lan Wujiang.
This is not just Lan Wujiang after all.
Zhao Changhe had already expected it. When Lan Wujiang blocked the sword and turned slightly, he forced Han Wubing to take a diagonal step and swept past Lan Wujiang. At the same time, he turned back with his hand.
Cut it off, then slash Lan Wujiang's neck.
Lan Wujiang had no choice but to block another blow, and Zhao Changhe had already rushed out with Han Wubing and escaped into the darkness.
"Whoosh whoosh!" The wind roared loudly behind him, and the sword slaves who had all had their throats stabbed just now chased after him again.
Zhao Changhe didn't even look at it, it was all expected.
Why did the follow-up to the Battle of Maitreya point to this point? Of course there are similarities... Is there any difference between the control of corpse puppets and the control of sword slaves?
The types are different, but the essence is the same. They are all dead. If you want to kill them again, the vital point may not be the throat, you have to find it again.
Zhao Changhe only hoped that people like Han Wubing who were cultivated in his early years were still alive.
He pulled Han Wubing and ran into the nearby forest, seemingly trying to escape, but in fact he found a place with thick bushes and pushed Han Wubing in to hide him. He took out a piece of clothing from the ring and put it on his left arm.
It looked like a human being and flew up the tree.
Lan Wujiang and others who were chasing behind them couldn't see clearly in the night, so they followed and flew up: "Where are you running!"
Zhao Changhe stood on the tree branch and looked coldly at Lan Wujiang, who rushed forward first. His arms had doubled in thickness without him noticing.
"Roar!" The dragon bird looked down from above, splitting the sky and slashing wildly!
He has a foothold, but Lan Wujiang does not. In addition, as soon as the blessing of the selfless world is opened, the blood Shura body explodes unscrupulously, and the power of the ebb and flow is more than doubled!
Lan Wujiang felt like the mountain was collapsing. He couldn't even tell if it was a fucking knife or a mace. If he was hit on the head, he would end up with his head turning into a watermelon without the need for an attack.
Fortunately, he had anticipated this, and his movement skills were also exquisite. He made a circle in mid-air, trying to step on the branch next to him and stab him again in a roundabout way.
As long as he entangles Zhao Changhe for a moment, countless sword slaves and thousands of swords will come from around him. He is no different from a living target in the tree branch.
However, just when he was about to turn around, someone shouted loudly above his head: "Come back!"
Lan Wujiang suddenly felt that these words sounded familiar... Before he could react, his body seemed to have encountered some strong suction force. Although it could not really suck him back, it made his body spinning in mid-air freeze, and he actually turned around.
Don't go there!
Crane control skill!
How come his left hand is empty? And how did he predict my movement skills? He has fought with me before?
There was no time to react, and the broad knife had already hit his head.
Lan Wujiang was so frightened that he quickly held his sword to his head.
Once the sword loses its lightness and collides with the broadsword, the result will definitely not be a vibration of the sword.
But the sword breaks and the man dies.
With a crisp sound, the long sword broke, and Lan Wujiang's Tianling Gai was split into two halves by the sword.
A touch of blood-colored sword energy suddenly escaped from his mind, and Lan Wujiang's body fell heavily to the ground, completely dead.
"But even so, the path of life and death is actually far inferior to that of the corpse demon... but there may be other consequences." Zhao Changhe hurriedly glanced at the dissipating sword energy and had no time to care about it. The long swords of countless sword slaves around him were already coming, and even
There was a sword energy that had already taken advantage of his anger to attack Lan Wujiang and scratched his right arm.
He kicked off the tree branch and floated backwards. He was in mid-air with an arrow in his hand, and it flew out like a hidden weapon.
With a "pop" sound, it accurately penetrated the eye of the sword slave who was chasing the nearest one.
The sword slave screamed and fell to the ground. He could still hold his eyes and roll around. He could still feel pain...
"Step", Zhao Changhe stepped on another tree behind him and flew away again.
Don't be entangled. If you continue to be entangled, time will come...
I hope that the pursuit of these sword slaves will prevent Shi Wuding from looking at Han Wubing in the bushes, and it would be best if he can lead him away.
Zhao Changhe was a little worried. This was probably a bit unreliable. It was very possible that Shi Wuding could sense where Han Wubing was...
But at this moment, there was no other way. It was impossible for him to fight behind Han Wubing's back. He only hoped that Han Wubing could wake up on his own during this period after leaving the "domain" covered by the snow mountain...
As he was fleeing, a sword flashed in the sky.
Looking up, in the full moon, the flying snow is swirling, as if it has gathered into a bunch, a bunch of the sharpest swords, the sword light piercing the full moon.
Turn snow into gangster!
The master of swordsmanship of a generation no longer competes with the royal swordsmen, but finally shows his real prowess as the sixth best in the world!
An almost unparalleled killing intent came straight from behind, accompanied by Shi Wuding's cold voice: "It's a good sense of loyalty, but it's a pity that it ends here..."
"Really?" Zhao Changhe stepped on the tree trunk in front of him, breaking the tree trunk as thick as his thigh.
Taking advantage of the rebound, Zhao Changhe held the sword in both hands and faced the flying snow sword light without hesitation.
The sword slaves who had a little bit of thoughts looked up, and what they saw was like moths flying towards the fire. It was not a competition of the same level at all, but he didn't even blink.
At this moment, he even forgot that he had asked the Thief Saint for help.
Only myself and Longque.
"Sixth on the Earth Ranking, the sword sect in the world... The Tao is given to others without courage, the sword is like a ghost but without justice, the mind is hesitant but without determination, a fly is like a dog and a dog is like a dog, who is the master! Give it to me... break it!"
The huge half-moon sword slashed out diagonally, facing the terrifying sword gang in the sky.
"Bang!" An earth-shaking loud noise came, dark clouds covered the sky, and the stars and moon were dimmed.
The sword dissipated, revealing Shi Wuding's horrified face.
In front of him were Zhao Changhe's firm eyes. Even though the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and even though the hand holding Long Que was shaking, he accepted it.
The sixth blow on the Earth Ranking, even if he borrowed the power of the divine weapon, he shouldn't be able to take it.
But he really took it.
When Shi Wuding was about to speak, his expression changed drastically: "Who is attacking the sword array!"
Zhao Changhe grinned.
Everyone knew that Zhao Changhe might appear here, but you didn't think about Yue Hongling?
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