Shao Yuye, the black and white duo of Demon Sword Dao, stopped Shaoyang Jun and wanted to seize the Xijiang Divine Sword, which has the ability to restrain Demon Sword Dao.
After Shaoyang Jun used the sound wave power to repel the four puppets of the Yaksha Ghost and the Heretic God, he faced the Black and White Masters and said with a contemptuous smile: "Even if your master, Feng Zhihen, is here, he would not dare to use this tone to speak to you.
I speak, but you guys dare to be so arrogant in front of my Lord."
"Boasting!", the black-clothed swordsman is the future heir of the demon sword world and the demon sword world, and he has been worshiped by Feng Zhihenmu, the leader of the martial arts sword world since he was a child. He has never been beaten severely by the martial arts world, so he is very arrogant.
Never had he been treated like this before. He immediately pulled out the Yaksha sword, which weighed more than a hundred kilograms, and wielded the domineering and ruthless Demonic Sword to slash at him.
When Shaoyang Jun saw the heavy sword approaching, he actually chose to fight with his body. He caught the black-clothed sword master's sword with one hand, which was as heavy as ten thousand swords, and then knocked it back with one palm, but his hand was also hit by his Yaksha sword.
The injury left a trail of blood.
The sword in white saw that the sword in black failed, so he immediately pulled out the Heretic Sword hidden in the sword box and used the swift and refreshing Wind Trace. When the sword in black retreated, he immediately made up for it, hoping to take advantage of Lord Shaoyang's new strength.
On this occasion, he killed the enemy in one fell swoop.
The joyful and calm swordsmanship was forced back by the strong palm force, but when he was forced back, a shallow scar was left in Shaoyang Jun's other palm.
But in an instant, the wounds on Shaoyang Jun's hands were tightly closed and healed as before.
Bai Yi Jian didn't dare to be careless after seeing this, and reminded: "Black Yi, be careful. This person has special skills. If he can't kill him with one move, no matter how much we spend, it will be useless. You and I must join forces to fight the enemy."
After the confrontation just now, the sword master in black knew that Lord Shaoyang was difficult to deal with and agreed with the sword master in white.
At this time, Shaoyang Jun didn't care about the two joining forces. Instead, he looked at his healed hands and wondered whether he had become weaker or whether the black and white masters were too strong.
There were wounds on Jin's "Pangu Wuji Body", and when he counterattacked the white-robed Jian Shao just now, the movement of his true energy was hindered, and the speed of returning energy decreased.
Just when the black and white young masters decided to join forces, the previously repulsed Yaksha ghosts and heretic gods started to dance strangely and make strange sounds.
"Woo~, woo~. Hahahahaha" "Kill! Kill!"
Lord Shaoyang observed the behavior of these four magic puppets and seemed to have noticed something, guessing, "Could it be..."
Then I saw the black and white masters attacking again, no longer relying on Taiyi, and transformed into the divine weapon Donghuang Taiyi. The two swords came out together for the first time, with calm and holy energy, shining brightly in the wind and rain, cutting through the darkness.
The two weapons clashed with the Yaksha Sword and the Heretic Sword for the first time, but the result was a draw.
Seeing this, Lord Shaoyang became more and more sure of his previous guess, and then he was about to make his ultimate move, "The Spiritual Emperor raises his hand in the clouds."
When they saw the situation, they immediately opened their swords and flowed to resist the Nine Songs Sword Art, injuring Lord Shaoyang.
Lord Shaoyang was pierced through the right chest by the sword energy, but he did not show any signs of injury or fatigue. Instead, he used a strange movement technique. After the wound healed, he started a close combat with the two young masters.
Excellent combat skills combined with the power of both fronts will open up a new battle situation.
The two swords are in the hands of Lord Shaoyang. They are sharp and the moves are heavy. When the three swords strike, it is like the sound of a zither splitting the heaven and earth.
"Young Master Luo Sheng"
"The sword weeps blood" "The wind passes by leaving traces"
The three moves converge and it's another five-five game.
The three of them were injured, but Lord Shaoyang further took advantage of his physical strength and used his unlimited physical strength and ability to heal wounds quickly to trade injuries for injuries. One sword was heavier than the other, and each move was faster than the other. Not for the two of them.
Any chance of joining forces
The beating made the black and white young men miserable. As time went by, they suffered so many injuries that they couldn't tell whether the water dripping from their foreheads was rainwater.
The white clothes of the sword master in white turned into a bloody clothes due to the numerous wounds and blood flowing out.
Both of them knew that it would be disadvantageous to fight for a long time. Only by keeping the distance apart could they fully display the wildness of the Demonic Sword and the joy of the Wind Scar, and kill with one strike.
Looking at each other, the long-standing friendship between senior fellow apprentices and brothers made the two of them have a tacit understanding.
I saw the two of them using their moves at the same time to force Lord Shaoyang back, and then reproduced the move of two swords flowing side by side, "Devil Sword·Wind Trace".
The shocking sword move is about to be unleashed. The Yaksha ghost and the heretic god seem to be catering to this move. The strange dance and strange sounds become more and more rapid, adding power to their sword moves.
Lord Shaoyang, however, was fearless and waited for the two of them to perfect their moves. He said, "The move you two made together finally showed a bit of the Wind Trace. It is worthy of me to use this move."
Then he threw away his sword and used his palm, and the true energy was transformed into the ultimate evil energy, "Six Disasters Forbidden Style, Demonic Disasters Shake the Sky".
The extreme moves are against each other, and the energy is like a hurricane roaring across the plain, causing the windy and rainy place and the dark clouds covering the moon to turn into a bright moon in the sky by the force of the three people's attacks.
Under the bright moonlight, the black and white masters thrust their swords into Lord Shaoyang's chest, seeming to have won the martial arts battle.
Before the two could be happy, they saw Shaoyang Jun, who had been stabbed in the vital part, emitting a frightening aura.
When the two men reacted in danger, the sword master in white was slapped away by Lord Shaoyang, and the Heretic Sword in his hand was also pulled away from Lord Shaoyang.
"Brother Imperial!" Black-clothed Sword exclaimed when he saw this.
"Care about yourself!" Shaoyang Jun restrained his sword-holding hand with one hand, lifted his inner energy with the other hand, and hit him with three palms in succession. The sword master in black was immediately seriously injured and flew out, and was driven back.
The sword master in white caught it.
Lord Shaoyang pulled out the Yaksha Sword from his chest. Although a lot of blood came out, his expression remained unchanged and seemed unaffected by the injuries on his body. He threw the Yaksha Sword in front of the two of them.
Under the horrified gazes of the two men, the wounds on his body caused by the Heretic Sword and the Yaksha Sword began to heal quickly, and after a while, he was back to normal.
The black-clothed swordman had rarely seen this scene. Using the sword in his hand as a support, he reluctantly got up from the white-clothed swordsman's arms and shouted angrily: "What kind of monster is this?"
The swordsman in white knew that the swordsman in black was unable to fight anymore, so he stepped forward, holding the heretic sword, and protected him behind him. He also ordered the yaksha ghost and the heretic god to join forces with him to fight against the enemy.
Seeing this, Lord Shaoyang smiled and said: "What an admirable brotherhood! But Master Sword in White, what you did has cut off your last chance of survival."
As if he had not heard anything, the sword master in white directly ordered the Yaksha ghost and the heretic god to fight against the enemy with him. He even used the strongest technique, "The Trace of Wind", in order to severely damage Lord Shaoyang and allow the two of them to escape.
Buy time.
Unexpectedly, the move that he had pinned his hopes on was easily caught by Lord Shaoyang with his two fingers. Then with a flick of his fingers, the Heretic Sword broke and turned into countless fragments.
The sword master in white was hit by a fragment of the sword blade, and he immediately started bleeding. He looked at the hilt of the sword in disbelief and said, "How could this happen? The Heretic Sword could break into pieces."
"It seems you haven't noticed yet. From the beginning, you were no match for me. The reason why you have been able to contend with me for so long is because you relied on the magic of these four puppets to weaken my attacks and accelerate my internal energy.
It's just a waste of energy. Your biggest unwiseness is to let them attack me, so that my strength will no longer be suppressed. Now the doubt is solved, you will die without any regrets. Drink!"
After clearing up the doubts of the sword master in white, Lord Shaoyang exploded with all his strength, unleashing his extreme energy, and before the unparalleled energy was condensed, the heaven and earth were shaken, ghosts and gods were weeping, and the dark sun and moon shook the universe.
Just as the swordsman in white closed his eyes and waited for death, he only heard the sound of palm hitting the flesh. When he opened his eyes, he saw the yaksha ghost and the heretic god standing up to protect the Lord and accept the attack for the Lord. The heretic god stood at the forefront.
, the body exploded on the spot.
The bodies of the two Yaksha ghosts were also injured and were in danger. The black and white young men were in a desperate situation.