Chapter 602, vertical and horizontal interception, must kill the final learning

Obviously, it was just a shaking of the wrist, but the swift sword light splashed away like a rainstorm pear blossoms on the palace cold shadow. These overflowing sword lights are not as real swords, but under the impulse of Huo Qingman's sword spirit and sword formula, there is also an attack power that should not be underestimated. I dare not say that it can beat the palace cold shadow more. Heavy, at least it can effectively reduce its true defense and create a fierce kill for the swordsman to defeat the enemy with one blow.

Gong Hanying also understands these truths. The rapid retreat of her body method, and even the scattered and hazy phantoms of the debut road. It is not easy for her to fight head-on with Huo Qingman, but at least she can't let her opponent easily lock her own real body, otherwise this battle will be really difficult to turn over.

One after another strange pine tree growing at a strange speed stretched out when the palace cold shadow retreated. One by one, their teeth and claws were obviously plant wood, but they were given quite terrible vitality by the martial arts of the palace cold shadow. I saw the sudden changes of these tall trees one after another, and the thick and large tree body creaked and squeaked. The sound.

In an instant, he turned into a large number of pale cyan wooden armored soldiers and swayed out.

Their attack power can't be said to be how strong and fierce it is, but their life potential and defense upper limit are strange and amazing. One by one, they cooperate with the encirclement and fight around the girl's sword repair wheel, which not only eliminates the sharpness of Huo Qing's forward rush, but also puts her in a relative dilemma that she is tired of coping with.

I don't know when the faint mist has rolled in all directions above the ring. The palace cold shadow hides all the spell in it, and from time to time interferes with Huo Qingman's sword road with charms and hidden weapons. Although she has little actual combat experience in front of her, her mind is flexible but smart and tight.

After testing the general strength of the opponent with his own palm, Gong Hanying made up his mind that he would never fight with this excellent young sword. The explosive power of the sword monk was too strong. Under his close body, he suddenly met a killing move, and I'm afraid it would be difficult to hide.

She retreats and avoids, and then spreads her magic to cover her perception. Gong Hanying is to use charms, magic weapons and various remote means to slowly kill this girl who can't control the sword. I have to say that although her playing style is a little naughty, it is extremely effective.

It is quite surprising not to mention that the ordinary monks under the ring exclaimed, even the foundation-building practitioners on the stands. Seeing such a containment puppet array under the palace cold shadow, Zhu Tie Kai narrowed his eyes and whispered:

"With the wooden armor puppet that is not afraid of death and can even be replenished at any time as a shield, plus the green and secluded and very sinister poisonous poison, not to mention the combat effectiveness of Gong Hanying itself, but the cooperation of these two spells is already a quite strong combination of magic. If Qingman doesn't break through the siege in a short time, the longer it takes, the less chance she will win. After all, sword practitioners are famous for their explosive power and high killing, but in terms of protracted war, they are not very good.

As soon as he finished his words, the situation in the field had changed dramatically. Huo Qingman, who had been struggling to support in the wooden armor array, suddenly turned to the side. After she looked up, there was a pair of faint fires burning in her eyes, as sharp as when the eagle was hunting.

The cold shadow of the palace in the thick fog met her eyes, and her heart trembled inexplicably, because she saw from the other party's eyes that she would prove her unparalleled sharpness, a kind of determination to kill, win and die.

Even if the palace cold shadow hides in the clouds, it still feels an extremely strong threat. He instinctively retreated backwards, but the resulting air-machine induction made Huo Qing know it clearly and immediately made all his best move.

A dazzling light suddenly burst out from the place where the girl swordsman stepped, which was like an inverted funnel and condensed into a dark tornado storm around the girl. The tornado storm that formed at that moment reached a diameter of nearly ten meters. It shook up and rolled up everything around it alive. Then it was torn apart by the sharp sword and roared in the tornado until it was completely destroyed.

Holding the sword with both hands, the girl who was extremely advanced at high speed in the tornado set up a forest but strange swordsmanship shelf. As soon as this shelf came out, not to mention the palace cold shadow's appearance changed greatly, even a master of foundation on the stands up in shock: "Is this the "Skilling Sword" by the High Priest (Peng'er)"?"

In the dark tornado storm. From time to time, the electric blade light flashed with a flickering cold light. The cold shadow of the light palace can be seen clearly, which is clearly reflected by the sharp sword in Huo Qingman's hand. If the foundation-building practitioners above are just suspicious and exclaiming, then the palace cold shadow is naked and afraid, because she almost clearly feels the shadow of the man holding the sword when he is dressed in black robes from Huo Qingman.

"Must kill, win, die. It turns out to be your kendo. No wonder it's so fierce. No wonder there is no room left." She sighed gently, and Gong Hanying's face gradually turned pale. Even if she faced the most dangerous situation in the previous battle, she did not show such a tired state.

"It's just that I don't believe that a little girl who practices your swordsmanship can show some unparalleled essence of vertical and horizontal killing." A faint blood color gradually appeared on his pale little face. For a moment, the palace cold shadow, which was forced to the extreme, actually showed a little ferocious meaning.

The high-speed rotating sword spirit tornado, with Huo Qingman's skills and the determination to win the Jedi's blow, is probably more frightening than the sharpest blade. A large number of wooden puppets were wrapped in and made a harsh click and click sound, and then turned into scattered branches and leaves falling down one after another.

All the puppet wooden armor wrapped in is like being put into a huge stirring machine, and it will soon be "processed" into fine powder and scattered like rain.

However, the extremely fierce blade wind has just been used in the eyes of ordinary practitioners, and it is in the ascendant. In the eyes of the master of the foundation, he has already felt that the sharp sword spirit in the air is slowly overflowing and disappearing. It's like the receding of the tide, gradually, slowly, but resolutely and persistent.

"Alas, at the end of the strong crossbow, you can't wear Lu. Peng'er's swordsmanship is indeed wonderful and powerful, and it is no wonder that Qingman will secretly learn it behind my back. It's just that this swordsmanship has made Qingman's instantaneous attack power nearly double. But if Peng'er's swordsmanship is easy to learn, won't I teach her?" Speaking of this, Zhu Tieqi paused slightly and seemed helpless, and then continued.

"The must-kill, win-win and death meaning of "Skilling Sword" lies in the comprehensive strengthening of the comprehensive strength. Peng'er can use it without hindrance because of his mind, physique, mana, swordsmanship and even the full momentum of superman, so he can perform this extreme excavation at will. The terrible swordsmanship with potential, and Qing Manchun is stimulated by sword qigong. Even if there is only one move of swordsmanship, it can't be used completely. It's a pity.

Long sigh, Zhu Tieqi's words are not only an emotion, but also for the practitioners around him. The rules of the Blood Spirit Ridge are strict. Even a high-ranking person can't destroy the established rules at will. For example, Zhu Peng's practice skills are theoretically the highest secret of the Blood Spirit Ridge and cannot be taught casually. When However, if Zhu Peng wants to find an apprentice to teach swordsmanship, it is also okay.

It's just that Huo Qingman's identity and status are very special. In the eyes of any bigwig in the Blood Mountain, she is by no means the ideal of inheriting Zhu Peng's terrible unique learning, so at this moment, even Zhu Tiekai has to explain it from the side. Otherwise, I don't know how to spread the rumors outside in the future.

The superior cherishes his reputation, just like a bird cherishes his feathers. Although he knows that some words can't hurt Zhu Peng, Zhu Tie Kai is still within the controllable range and tries to reduce the negative impact on Zhu Peng.

On the ring, the sword spirit tornado storm at the end of the strong crossbow is still extremely strong all the way. Although this form is arrogant and domineering, it is also an external manifestation that Huo Qingman can't control the direction of the sword formula at all.

When the last few wooden armor puppets scattered on the ground, the weakening momentum of the sword spirit tornado has become particularly obvious.

However, it is obvious that even the declining sword spirit tornado is not something that Gong Hanying can easily compete with. Under normal circumstances, once Gong Hanying is attracted by its super strong suction force, he is bound to be involved in it, just like a piece of pork thrown into the meat grinder, even if the meat grinder only turns for a second, poor Pork is bound to change from a three-dimensional to many planes...

However, even at this time, Gong Hanying still has a cold face and does not move, and does not attack or defend. It feels like she is confident, but she is still absorbed by the huge tornado!

At this moment, there were also a few people who were nervous about the foundation-building master on the stands. Huo Qingman really couldn't show the subtle changes in the high priest's swordsmanship, but the power was simulated a lot. A cultivation under the foundation was unpreparedly involved, that is, he was not dead, and a Ling Chi-style serious injury was indispensable. Although Li Zhe, the elder of the Li family, has been practicing hard in the past few years and has not spoiled this granddaughter, he will not spoil her. If you kill his granddaughter to Ling Chi, won't you force the poisonous dragon son Li Zhe to turn his face in disguise?

Fortunately, a cold and quiet tone sounded at this time: "Don't worry, it's just an illusion." Su Yu tasted fragrant tea and spoke very calmly.

Sure enough, a moment later, Huo Qingman staggered out of the sword spirit tornado with a pale face, and at this time. There was a strange wave of water lines in the air behind him, and the body shape of Gong Hanying suddenly appeared more than ten meters behind Huo Qingman.

At this moment, there was a dark ink-like dagger in her hand. This weapon did not look powerful or sharp, but anyone present felt a terrible and deadly breath from it.

Author's language: http://book.zongheng.com/book/166149.html The book "2012 Doomsday Fairy" is published vertically and horizontally. Thank you for your great support. In addition, I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival. Tomorrow is October 1st. Salted fish is going to be busy again. I hope everyone can enjoy it.