Chapter 245 Fighting spirit
Long Huajun, a middle-aged man, said indifferently, "Don't worry, if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent."
After saying that, he walked slowly towards the field.
Staring at the coming person, Xiaogui's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was a little wary of Long Huajun's expressionless appearance.
Before that, Yueying Erjun and Yueying Sanjun were already extremely powerful.
At this time, it must be even more difficult to deal with another person.
With this understanding, Xiaogui cheered up, led the sword with his left hand, and the magic sword on his head flew away, increasing the defense area.
Stop, Long Huajun looked at Xiaogui and said indifferently, "Kid, give up your sword and die."
Xiaogui was not angry and said indifferently, "Okay, I'll give you the sword."
When he said it, his heart moved, and the flying sword shot straight in front of him, with a red sword spirit.
Long Huajun did not dodge. The long sword in his right hand came out of its sheath, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and the light yellow sword light converged to form a sword pillar, facing Xiaogui's blow.
With a strange smile, Xiaogui's body moved gently, and his black clothes made him like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, he divided into three hundred and sixty-four splits and shot at Long Huajun from sixty-four directions.
is the time.
The black fog tightened in an instant.
Like an illusory ghost flashed away.
disappeared in the blink of an eye.
In the field.
The yellow shirt was shattered to the ground.
Long Huajun bounced up.
** Wear the upper body.
His face was slightly surprised.
The shadow flashed.
Xiaogui returned to the original place.
Look at Long Huajun in the middle of the sky.
said in a low voice, "Who are you?" Long Huajun said coldly, "Long Huajun in Jingxintang.
Boy.
Is the earth body method you just used to be a remnant of the western evil? Xiaogui's eyes were slightly shocked.
said without hesitation: "Yes and no.
Why don't you try again?"
Words are especially in my ears.
Xiaogui bounced for the second time.
There are thousands of people in the air.
Ply to Long Huajun with the polar body of sophistry.
With a gloomy smile, Long Huajun turned upside down in the air, and his feet were separated from side to side.
Cut out hundreds of leg shadows in the fast rotation and cooperate with the long sword in your hand.
forms a double attack.
In this way, the dark shadow tightened, the sword light overflowed, and the two people who attacked at the same time met in an instant, leaving the roaring sound of the sword and the airbreak.
flashed by, the black and yellow crisscrossed in the air, and dispersed in the blink of an eye.
Xiaogui's phantom disappeared.
revealed the body, the clothes all over the body were broken, and he retreated.
Long Huajun's trousers were broken, and countless small wounds were all over his body, which turned out to be inseparable from each other.
Xiaogui landed on his toes, and his body shot back backwards. He did not give Long Huajun any chance to breathe, and launched the third attack.
This time, Xiaogui's offensive seemed a little strange, and the magic sword in his hand trembled.
The silver-white sword light roared and scattered, as if it had performed the art of phantom splitting, and suddenly turned into eight sword shadows.
It is like a spiraling gossip sword array, distributed under Long Huajun.
As soon as his eyes were cold, Long Huajun's long sword leaned back, and the luminance of his body climbed to the limit in an instant, forming a remnant moon pattern behind him, with a loud shout.
Flying down in the air.
At that time, the golden sword pillar will break the clouds and crack the sky, attracting clouds in all directions, thunder and lightning.
Xiaogui's face changed, his body moved quickly, and he cycled back and went in the gossip direction to confuse the enemy's sight.
At the same time, Xiaogui stepped up his attack and urged the gossip sword array to shrink quickly.
This is it.
Eight vertical and rotating sword pillars were seen split into the middle at the same time.
The target is just Long Huajun.
When he sensed Xiaogui's intention, Long Huajun's wrist trembled.
The falling sword pillar was divided into eight, such as the fall of the heavenly sword, and it collided with Xiaogui's sword pillar in the blink of an eye.
At that time, the strong light was dazzling, and the Thunderbolt shook the sky. The sixteen sword pillars bumped up and down at the same time, forming eight intersection points, bursting out brilliant brilliance, such as an eight-array map of the spreading ground, which lasted only for a moment and then burst into pieces.
The body trembled, and Xiaogui shot down backwards. After landing, he took five steps in a row, and the blood in his mouth continued.
Long Huajun turned upside down, with golden light all over his body, but he was soon suppressed by him.
Taking a deep breath, Long Huajun said in a low voice, "Kid, although the remnants of the shadow is as fast as a stream of light, your cultivation is not enough. After all, it is your fatal injury.
Look at the trick, the treetops on the moon, the beauty looks away, and the light yellow smiles like gold.
As soon as the long sword is thrown, the two hands are buckled, and the light yellow light gushes out of itself. It is injected into the body of the sword through the air, making its sword light, leaving countless shadows in the process of rotation. It is spreading rapidly and covering the whole Qiyun Peak in the blink of an eye.
Around, the wind howled, and the turbulent airflow began to tighten gradually under the control of Long Huajun, locking Xiaogui on the spot.
After completing this step, Long Huajun looked up to the sky and roared, and his hands suddenly opened. With the momentum of the eagle, he made the strongest move.
At that time, the long sword in half-air is brilliant, just like spirituality. It is quickly absorbing the true element in the air. It grows and grows while growing. In the blink of an eye, it turns into a beam of light, with a bright golden light, aimed at Xiaogui.
This sword spirit swallows the mountains and rivers, and the sword shakes the sky.
The face of the spectators changed greatly. No one expected that Long Huajun was stronger than the second king of Yueying.
In a dangerous place, Xiaogui struggled as hard as he could, but after several tests, he couldn't help but feel sad.
Turning his head, Xiaogui looked around. Countless people were shouting, but unfortunately he couldn't hear him.
With a bitter smile, Xiaogui looked at Lianxin and Tieshan, and his heart was full of reluctance, but what can he do? Withdrawing his eyes, Xiaogui became cruel in an instant. He posed a strange posture with the long sword in his hand and shouted coldly, "The sun shines in the sunset, the soul is broken, and the lonely sword is proud all his life."
The divine sword swirled, the blood light was prominent, and the sharp tip of the sword cut through Xiaogui's left arm, making its blood surge wildly, and was instantly absorbed by the divine sword.
At that moment, Xiaogui's body trembled, and a trace of blood appeared in his dim eyes. Then the momentum of his body soared, like a river discharge, and instantly climbed to a high point, shattering Long Huajun's space aura.
At the same time, Xiaogui turned his body and attacked a sword at a strange angle. It seemed slow but powerful, and he took Long Huajun's sword.
In the air, the blood flashed and the golden light fell.
The two sword pillars collided fiercely, and they fought hundreds of times in the blink of an eye, resulting in a series of explosions.
This blow was equal to each other, and the continuous sword light changed from strong to weak, but the explosion changed from weak to strong.
In the field, the two people in battle were shrouded in smoke, and the situation of the two was not revealed until the sound of the sword fight disappeared.
Xiao Gui lay on the ground with blood all over his body. His not handsome face looked indifferent, and he could not see any surprise.
Long Huajun stood a few feet away, with blood all over his body, and the long sword in his hand was dripping blood, staring at Xiaogui angrily.
Seeing this, Lian Xin let out a sad scream.
"Xiao Gui - stand up - stand up."
No one spoke in the audience, and most people looked at her with a faint sadness.
Regardless of whether their identity is humble or not, their unyielding spirit, even if they are evil masters, are not sentimental.
Zhuge Wuzhi smiled indifferently and said in a low voice, "It's getting late."
Long Huajun nodded silently and walked slowly towards Xiaogui, with a cold light on the sword in his hand.
On the ground, Xiaogui smiled disappointedly, rolled up, shook twice and stood firm.
The long sword was slightly raised, and the little noble sword pointed to Long Huajun, showing a smell of death all over his body.
"The Aoyue Sword Secret is nothing more than that."
After stopping six feet away, Long Huajun said hatefully, "Kid, don't be stubborn. You can take the first move, which doesn't mean that you can take my second move.
It's getting late now, so I'll send you back to the west.
Jianchen roars, Yue Aoshuang, Ba Tian kills the hero with a sword.
The long sword turned over, the sword spirit flew, and the sharp sword light roared. Under the control of Long Huajun, it instantly condensed into a spreading sword pillar, and cut it off with a speed of a stream of light.
This sword is domineering, seemingly simple but mysterious, which is unpreventable.
Before he could dodge, Xiaogui smiled coldly and whispered, "The cruel smile, the soul of the heart is far away, and the hatred of returning to the west is hard to disappear."
When he said, he turned his body, turned his back to Long Huajun, and swirling with a long sword in his hand. When Long Huajun's sword fell, he retreated at a fast and amazing speed and approached Long Huajun in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, the sword in Xiaogui's hand shot backwards, passed through his lower abdomen, and suddenly shot at Long Huajun.
At that moment, Xiaogui's sword was shining, like an angry dragon roaring in the sky. It suddenly lit up in the moment of leaving his body, and pierced his chest in Long Huajun's surprised eyes.
This is a fierce move to kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred. People can think about it.
Before Xiaogui made a move, he seemed to have a clear understanding, so he looked indifferent. He just struggled to turn his body, avoided Long Huajun's cut-out sword, and was shocked by the rebounding sword spirit.
On the periphery, the people who watched the battle were surprised. In addition to being moved by Xiaogui's courage to be fearless of life and death, several people screamed.