Chapter 966 Huaxia Kendo is not as bad as you think!
Mr. Zhao held the Longquan Sword tightly, and tried his best to circulate the vitality in his body. Under the sword intent of the Japanese sword saint, Uehara Quan, he stabilized his body, and his expression seemed even more fearful.
On another peak of Longhu Mountain, Zhao Bing trembled all over and cold sweat kept sliding down from his body.
Compared to more than ten years ago, this Japanese sword saint is stronger
If he had to bear this sword intent alone, he would probably be crushed into ashes.
"General Zhao seems that you are really old. It was like this more than ten years ago, and it is still like this now. There is no progress at all. So it is even easier to defeat you back then." The Japanese Sword Master Uehara Izumi sneered and backhanded
Holding a sharp sword, his sword intent continued to surge.
Mr. Zhao looked solemn, and his sunken eyes locked in the figure of the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi.
As the wind and snow fell, Mr. Zhao rushed straight towards the Japanese sword saint Uenhara, and his sword continued to fall down.
Every sword that Mr. Zhao waved was perfect, and both speed and strength were the peak that a sword cultivator could reach.
Under these continuous sword moves, the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi did not dare to be careless. She flickered and retreated continuously, avoiding all the sword edges of Mr. Zhao.
But at this moment,
Mr. Zhao roared angrily, and his elderly body turned in the air. The Longquan sword hit the chest of the Japanese sword saint, Uehara Quan. A very sharp sword fell down.
Tear
The Japanese sword saint Uehara zumizuki's face changed slightly, and he took a strange step to avoid this sword that could hardly dodge.
Under this sword, a large piece of the corner of the Japanese swordsman Uehara quan was cut into, and a sword mark fell into his wrist, causing blood stains to spill.
"It seems that General Zhao has made no progress."
Japan's sword saint Uehara Izumi looked at the blood on his wrist and sneered, "I guess General Zhao has been thinking about how to deal with me for more than ten years. I have to say that if it were more than ten years ago, General Zhao's sword just now was really
It may cause me extremely fatal damage, but unfortunately, I am now different from those ten years ago."
After speaking, Japanese Sword Master Shangyuanquan was circling with wisps of sword energy.
With one step, the Japanese sword saint Uehara quan merged with Fengxue and disappeared.
Mr. Zhao's heart burst, and sweat was blowing on his forehead. A light curtain immediately formed in front of him, and his eyes scanned around, trying to capture the other person's figure.
"General Zhao, this is my new method of origin. I call it Ruying. This body method allows me to move with the wind and clouds, so that I can hide my breath between heaven and earth during the movement, letting you
If you have great skills, you can't find General Zhao where I am. Now, do you really understand the gap between you and me?"
The Japanese sword saint Uehara quan's misty voice resounded around, but he could not judge his position at all.
What shocked Mr. Zhao even more was that he could not feel the existence of the Japanese sword saint Uehara quan, but the other party seemed to be by his side all the time.
"General Zhao, I will use your blood to remind you that the gap between you and me is like a natural barrier"
"You are not qualified to challenge me. This is just a death sentence."
laugh
A sharp sword suddenly appeared behind Mr. Zhao. His speed and strength were exerted to the extreme at this moment, and he penetrated directly through the light curtain in front of Mr. Zhao, and wiped Mr. Zhao's chest and abdomen with a sword.
Mr. Zhao's hair exploded and quickly retreated, his eyes narrowed into a gap, trying to re-lock the body of the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi.
However, after the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi made a sword,
It actually disappeared again
Mr. Zhao only had the sound of wind and snow and wind in his ears.
"General Zhao, how is my sword so good?
laugh
Another sword,
The Japanese sword saint Uehara Quan appeared above Mr. Zhao, and stabbed him straight with a sword, piercing through Mr. Zhao's defense and pierced a hole in his shoulder and ribs.
boom
Mr. Zhao endured the severe pain and slashed out with the same sword.
But there was a gap.
"General Zhao, where are you attacking? General Zhao has become dizzy?"
The voice of the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi became colder and faster and faster.
Mr. Zhao's blocking has become increasingly difficult.
But for a while,
Mr. Zhao's green robe has been stained with blood.
"Cough cough" Mr. Zhao kept retreating, but there was no panic in his expression. He placed the Longquan sword across his chest, showing his solemn and murderous intention in his eyes.
"General Zhao, what are you still fighting against? Chinese swordsmanship is like General Zhao, and it is already declining. The Japanese swordsmanship is the bright moon in the world."
The Japanese sword saint Uehara sneered, quickly shifted his body, and stabbed Mr. Zhao in the chest with an extremely complex and weird sword.
This battle should be over
Under his shadow-like technique, this old man could not have any power of resistance.
bite
But beyond the expectations of the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi, Mr. Zhao actually blocked the sword.
now,
Mr. Zhao held the Longquan sword tightly with both hands, and impartially blocked the sword of the Japanese sword saint, Uehara Quan, one foot in front of him.
"Huaxia Jiandao is not as bad as you think."
Mr. Zhao's eyes were cold and he broke through the air. He seized the opportunity of this moment. The blue veins on his arm thundered, lifting his strength to the extreme, and landed on the Japanese sword saint Ueno's life gate.
boom
The Japanese sword saint Uehara quan raised the sword in mid-air, and strands of aura wrapped around the sword body.
Immediately, the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi's legs sank into the ground, and her face looked slightly ferocious.
"snort"
The Japanese Sword Master Shangyuanquan had extremely dark eyes. He didn't expect that Mr. Zhao could still have such combat power.
"General Zhao, you really did what I expected, but do you think you are qualified to fight me like this?" The Japanese sword saint Uehara Quan looked grim, holding a sharp sword in one hand, moving with the wind and snow.
In the meantime, Mr. Zhao appeared near him and a sword came out of nowhere.
when
Mr. Zhao blocked the attack and his arms vibrated.
But the next moment, the Japanese sword saint Uehara Quan had already appeared behind Mr. Zhao, and his domineering sword hit Mr. Zhao's chest and abdomen.
Bang
Mr. Zhao took a few steps back.
In the midst of lightning, the figure of the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi penetrated directly from the ground.
A sword shocked the sky,
A large piece of flesh and blood was cut in the chest and abdomen of Mr. Zhao
Blood fell among the snowflakes, making it look unusually bloody.
The Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi took advantage of the victory to pursue him, holding a sharp sword, approaching Mr. Zhao, and slashing him again
boom
Mr. Zhao was directly knocked out and smashed on the snow peak, making a muffled groan.