Chapter 10: Gorgeous Battle

[The third update of today's third update]

"Zhang Che, we don't have anything to say now. It is the work of a villain to rob my treasure and refuse to return it. Today, I have to teach you a good lesson. Even if you swallow that Gudan, I will let you spit it out. You can't go down the [battlefield] alive. I will dye every part of the [battlefield] red with your blood. Otherwise, you think my Wang Zun is a soft persimmon, easy to bully!"

Wang Zun was righteous and awe-inspiring, his tone was bleak, and he glared at Zhang Che. His white clothes floated, and his indifferent face was covered with a layer of frost.

"There is no evidence. If you really have that ability, Gu Dan would have come to your hands and make a fool of yourself in this place?! You can't help me, so why are you so arrogant in words? What makes my blood red [battlefield]? I'm afraid my blood is not as much as you think, which will disappoint you. Save your mouth and save the kung fu. Let's see the real kung fu!"

Compared with Wang Zun, who scolded the war at the beginning, Zhang Che put on an indifferent posture, only admit his strength, and completely ignored the rest. What if he could not beat me, I would bully you to grab your things? He only called Wang Zun and Wang Zun's disciples. His face was full of anger, and he was afraid that one was not good. [Battlefield] below, It will also become a battlefield, and the followers of both sides will fight.

"Gun back my Gudan or not?"

Wang shouted respectfully. This is the ultimatum. Although he knows that the answer is no, the so-called benevolence and righteousness, don't blame me for being ruthless. It's probably the same.

Zhang Che asked, "Which way to fight or not?"

In an hour, the atmosphere was extremely tense, and the surroundings were silent and the needles could be heard.

The war is about to begin.

Wang Zun's straight body suddenly shook, and a seven-foot long sword, crystal clear, like a cold ice carving. At once, the snow bright sword body flashed with ripples. What a beautiful flying sword. As soon as the sword appeared, a chill came, and everyone couldn't help but feel a chill. The flying sword was like an ice dragonfly, full of spirituality and whining joy, like a living creature.

This sword is called Ice Sword, which is a medium-grade fairy weapon. It is powerful and cannot be discussed by people who can't see it.

Zhang Che sneered slightly and was not as surprised as others. He had seen this sword several times before, and he was not surprised. He sacrificed his sapphire blue flying sword, which was all blue, like a sea wave. A gorgeous blue light sprinkled from the sword, like satin, which was also extremely gorgeous.

Zhang Che's flying sword is called a dream. I want to see a period of history. Most of it is a woman. The so-called blue dream got such a beautiful poetic name. It's just that it's much worse than the ice dragonfly, but it's barely reached the level of the best Taoist weapon. It's a little dull, not as full of spirit as the ice dragonfly, and there is no sense of ethereal in temperament, and the difference is obvious.

Feng Kui's eyes lit up, and the flying sword magic weapon of the two people came out, which was amazing. The two flying swords he grabbed at the beginning were really nothing. Compared with one of them, they were like garbage.

In the field, Wang Zun suddenly moved his sword and rose in the wind. The ice dragonfly suddenly swept up to the sky, out of the clouds and pointed diagonally to Zhang Che. It was cold and rushed to Zhang Che, stabbing his muscles and bones. I'm afraid that he would immediately stiffen three points and immediately fell into the wind.

Zhang Che looked calm and danced in the dream. The flying sword broke into the air, facing the ice and sprinkled a piece of blue light, which could resist the cold air. The two immediately confronted each other.

The ice dragon suddenly moved again. First, it ascended the dragon, and then suddenly stabbed it down. Xiao Xiao's voice. Onlookers only saw an ice and snow dragon breaking down, vividly, spitting out three swords and pounces at the dream, which was to defeat the dragon.

Zhang Che led the sword formula, slaughtered with a sword, and greeted it through the air. The sword was deep and sprinkled. He drew a trajectory in the air, spit out only an inch of sword spirit, and then greeted it. When the two swords clashed, the luster of the dream was covered up, as if it had been swallowed up by the ice dragonfly, which only made the heart beat uneasy to watch the battle. However, a blue light suddenly lit up, unexpectedly tearing Wang Zun's sword light and rushed out of the ice dragonfly's mouth, and immediately smashed Wang Zun's sword spirit. The sword light no longer existed, but the dream still swallowed the sword light. Hesed in the air.

Wang Zun's sword spirit is not as powerful as Zhang Che's, and he has lost a part of Zhang Che purely.

The ice dragonfly turned back and flew back. Wang Zun kept urging again and cut it out again, which was more direct than the first time.

But this time it was different. The ice dragonfly flew out, as if swimming in the ice sea, shuttled between thousands of glaciers, and experienced nine twists and turns. Before the ghost dream, above the tip of the sword, it seemed that there were two dragon whiskers hanging vaguely. It seemed that there was a thing in front of the ice dragonfly sword, suddenly opposite the tip of the dream sword, from the tip of the sword. Point, one side of the space between the two flying swords is like a piece of ice broken, and cracks are generated, which is appalling.

Zhang Che's face changed slightly, and the dream flew back with a sad cry. Zhang Che quickly pressed the sword to urge, stretched out his two fingers to touch the sword body, making the blue color on the dream darker. Suddenly, his arms spread out and rose in the air, and the sword was full of force, no longer driving the flying sword to resist Wang Zun head-on. With the quality of the dream, it doesn't need to be destroyed under the ice. Zhang Che's cultivation is not enough to turn decay into magic. He only relies on its wonderful use and natural sharpness to inspire sword spirit.

Zhang Che is powerful, and he also belongs to his sword pill stunt. He is highly attainable. Many elders of the ethereal sword school are amazed and not ashamed to ask questions.

Zhang Che held a dream in one hand, his temperament changed, and the Taoist robe was hunting, like standing in the vast ice and snow. In the cold wind, he suddenly raised his sword and rushed forward three times. The three swords appeared in the shape of a star pill, arranged in the shape of the word "pin" and went straight to Wang Zun.

The sword must be raised to come out to carry the momentum and hang the enemy. Only in the realm of sword spirit can't exert its power at all. Not only that, in addition to gorgeousness, it is also a little chicken ribs. Fighting with the sword far away is very harmful to the flying sword itself, which is not practical.

Seeing this, Wang Zun suddenly poked out his hand and held the ice scorpion. His eyes looked coldly at the shot sword pill. He danced in the air, and the sword spirit was magnificent and cold. It was woven into a sword net and hanged out.

But as soon as Jianwanfu came into contact with Wang Zun's sword net, it suddenly exploded. The sword spirit was exciting and full of destructive power, and immediately blew Wang Zun's sword net. The other two are still killed. Wang Zun shouted, and the ice dragonfly waved horizontally and vertically, making the surrounding cold and cold to the point of fear. The two Xuanbing bright blades presented a wonderful arc, like the cold ice queen's fatal lip kiss, gently touching Zhang Che's sword pills.

The things that are destroyed and left in people's sight are just an illusion of space shaking, and a wave of air comes to the face, blowing down a group of people and staggering down a pile.

"Is this Kendo? There are too many variables. It's so interesting. It seems that I still have a lot to learn!"

Feng Kui's head was full of yin and yang eyes. He clearly saw Wang Zun's amazing two swords, which seemed to be chopped twice. In fact, I don't know how many times the ice in his hand waved, which made the sword spirit overlap. Miao was emitted in seconds. Unexpectedly, he was still for a moment, only waiting for layers to be superimposed and reached a saturation point. Suddenly inspired, it was so powerful that it was embarrassing. Moreover, Wang Zun's sword spirit and the temperament of the ice dragonfly are quite closely combined, pure and cold, cooperating with each other, complementing each other, and adding the lethality of the sword spirit.

As for Zhang Che's means of stimulating Jianwan, it is more smart. The luck makes the true qi in an instant, and Feng Kui can't see the name for the first time.

Zhang Che's kendo cultivation is indeed much higher than Wang Zun, but he holds the ice dragonfly in his hand, but the two are between them.

The powerful voice calmed down, and Wang Zun and Zhang Che suddenly flashed forward, holding their flying swords, urging the sword spirit, and getting close to each other.

At this moment, it is dazzling, flowing, ice crumbs flying, entangled and inseparable.

I faintly only saw two light masses overlapping and colliding with each other, one like a sapphire, sometimes spitting out a bright beam of light, one crystal clear like crystal, sometimes shooting out a ice, and the sound of sonic explosion sounded from time to time.

Everyone was intoxicated, and their eyes were dazzled by the sword. Suddenly, there was a loud noise. The two shadows suddenly separated. Their breaths were a little disordered, and their faces were also pale. They stared at each other, paused slightly, and then rushed together again.

At stake, Wang Zun's figure suddenly flashed, and suddenly there was a cold blade in front of him, which hit out, so that the water vapor in the air instantly turned into hard ice, formed a piece, and was destroyed into powder by the sword gas. Wang Zun's figure became more and more urgent. Everyone only saw a fluffy ice flower blooming in the air, which almost covered Zhang Che No, he can only judge that Zhang Che is still strong from the occasional burst of a brilliant sword.

For a while, Zhang Che was stuck in the quagmire and was taken the lead by Wang Zun and became angry.

A dull shout suddenly sounded, and the ice flowers in the sky suddenly solidified and were twisted into powder by a strong momentum, which disappeared horribly. Suddenly, Zhang Che's figure appeared. The robe on his left arm had been broken, and blood flowed, which was very embarrassed. Wang Zun smiled grimly, and his body suddenly flashed in place. A shocking sword came out of the air, giving Zhang Che a chance to breathe.

Feng Kui was stunned and couldn't help shouting, "I don't know how many sword Wang Zun has been cut out. It's really horrible!" It turned out that Wang Zun seemed to flash, but it was actually an illusion. In an instant, countless swords were superimposed together. It seemed to be cut out by a sword. In fact, combined with the power of many swords, the power is amazing and cannot be underestimated.

Kong, who was beside him, turned his head and looked at Feng Kui as usual. He was very surprised, and then said calmly, "Thirty-three swords! However, Wang Zun has lost!"

"Lost?"

Feng Kui was shocked and a little unbelievable. Obviously, Zhang Che had been injured and Wang Zun had the upper hand. He couldn't believe it.

Kong always stared at the [battlefield] and said lightly, "On the surface, Wang Zun has the upper hand. As soon as he takes action, he is extremely strong and has been suppressing Zhang Che, and the means are emerging one after another. However, don't forget that no matter how much a person can fight, his power cannot be exhausted. Zhang Chetao has consumed much less than Wang Zun. After Wang Zun's sword, the situation will turn down sharply. Within three moves, if there is no one to save him, Wang Zun will die!"

Feng Kui smacked his tongue secretly, and his heart was full of horror. Looking carefully, he found that Wang Zun's breath was floating. He took a glance at the expressionless hole as usual, and his heart was slightly awe-inspiring.