Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 471: Who is the master

Chapter 471: Who is the Grandmaster

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Several long swords pierced Zhao Changhe who crashed in mid-air at the same time.

All sword moves seem to have been measured, and every angle is coordinated in a standard manner, including main attack, blockade, assist, and interference, forming an extremely difficult sword formation collaboration that is even more standard than the formations that people have refined over time. .

The main attacker is Lan Wujiang.

His injuries have healed, but his swordsmanship seems to have improved even more. With this sword thrust, Zhao Changhe felt the biting snow peaks, chilling to the bone.

That's not just Lan Wujiang's own swordsmanship...it's already a sword that is timeless to a large extent.

But Zhao Changhe turned a blind eye.

That's it?

With a loud "clang" sound, Toad jumped into the middle of the sword net.

The violent **** 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 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 whispered: "Actually, I suggest you stay away from me, because I suspect that I will be the one to stab you."

Zhao Changhe knew this, but still said: "Stop talking nonsense."

Over there, Lan Wujiang had already changed his sword and rushed at him again. There were heavy shadows of swords around him, 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. Really?" Do you think we will be completely unprepared? The reason for bringing so many people out is 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 by.

Blood waves surged all around, and flakes of flying snow turned into sword light. Qi and blood surged in the surrounding sword slaves, 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. At this moment, the blood is as violent as a knife. Compared with the previous sword light filling the courtyard like water, there are so many similarities... It is nothing more than a violent sword. , a clever thing, they are mutually verifiable and take different strengths to push their respective advantages to the next level.

"Swish, swish, swish!" The snowflakes seemed to be alive, flying dexterously, and even 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 raised 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, with only the cold light in the night 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 forcibly dragged Han Wubing to take a diagonal step and passed Lan Wujiang past. At the same time, he fought back. Just turn around and slash, then stab Lan Wujiang's neck.

Lan Wujiang had no choice but to block another blow. Zhao Changhe had already rushed out with Han Wubing and escaped into the darkness.

"Swish, swish, swish!" The wind roared loudly behind him, and the sword slaves who had all had knives in their throats 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 previous Battle of Maitreya lead here? Of course there are similarities... Is there any difference between the control of corpse puppets and the control of sword slaves?

Different types, but the same essence, they are all dead. If you want to kill again, the key point may not be the throat, you have to find it again.

Zhao Changhe only hopes that people like Han Wubing who were cultivated in his early years are still alive.

He pulled Han Wubing and ran towards the nearby forest. It looked like he was about 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 it was supporting someone, and it flew up the tree.

Lan Wujiang and others who were chasing behind him 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 unknowingly.

"Roar!" The dragon bird looked down from a high position, splitting the sky and slashing wildly!

He has a foothold, but Lan Wujiang does not. In addition, as soon as the blessing of selfless heaven and earth is opened, the blood Shura body explodes unscrupulously, and the power of one and the other is more than doubled!

Lan Wujiang felt like the mountain was collapsing. He couldn't even tell if it was a **** knife or a mace. If he was hit on the head, he would end up with his head turning into a watermelon.

Fortunately, he had expected this, and his movement skills were also exquisite. He made a spin 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 ten thousand 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 **** him back, it made him freeze while spinning in mid-air. , can't turn around!

Crane control skill!

Why is his left hand empty? And how did he predict my movement skills? Has he ever fought me?

Without any time to react, the broad knife had already reached the top of 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 vibrating 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 in half by the sword.

A **** 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 approaching. body, and even a sword energy had taken advantage of his opportunity to angrily attack Lan Wujiang and scratched his right arm.

He kicked off the tree branch and floated backwards. He was in mid-air, and there was already an arrow in his hand, which he flung 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, and 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, the uncertainty 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 is a little worried. This may be a bit unreliable. It is very possible that Shi Wuding can sense where Han Wubing is...

But at this moment, there was no other way. It was impossible for him to fight behind Han Wubing's back. I only hope that Han Wubing can wake up on his own during this period after leaving the "realm" of the snow mountain...

While fleeing, a sword flashed in the sky.

Looking up, in the full moon, the flying snow was swirling, as if it had gathered into a bunch, a bunch of the sharpest swords, the sword light piercing the full moon.

Turning snow into gangster!

A generation of swordsman masters no longer engage in sword competition with kings, and finally show their true prowess as the sixth best in the world!

An almost unparalleled murderous 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.

With the help 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 some thoughts looked up and saw that they were 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 but there is no courage, the sword comes out like a ghost but has no justice, the heart is hesitant but has no determination, a fly is in the camp of 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 air.

"Bang!" An earth-shaking loud noise came, dark clouds covered the sky, and the stars and moon were dimmed.

Jiangang dispersed, revealing Shi Wuding's shocked face.

In front of him were Zhao Changhe's firm eyes. Even though the corners of his mouth were bleeding and the hand holding Longque was shaking, he accepted it.

The sixth blow on the earth rankings, even if he borrowed the power of the magic 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.

We all know that Zhao Changhe may appear here, but you haven't thought about Yue Hongling?

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