Chapter 155 Protective Sword Light
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Zhao Xiang looked at Yan Song, who was knocked out by himself, gently rubbed the wound, scolded twice, and then raised his hands to receive the cheers of the people around the high platform. The spectators around the high platform also gave him a lot of face and sent thunderous applause and cheers to his arms. Yun Cong, who was holding the railing, saw Zhao Xiang's move. He didn't know whether he was excited or intentional. He kicked Sun Kai and kicked Sun Kai to the ground. Then he laughed at Zhao Xiang on one side, but on the other side, he smiled at Sun Kai and Sun Lianer, who fell to the ground. Seeing that the other party did not dare to do anything to him, he laughed even more. The laughter was like sending the end to the ruffian dean.
Zhao Xiang enjoyed this moment of worship and even worship. He slowly opened his eyes and rotated around in front of the crowd outside the venue. Just as he was about to raised his hands again to make everyone have the second round of excitement, a strange light suddenly appeared in his eyes. He stared at it and saw that the black storm wrapped Yan Song, which was blown out by him, suddenly emitted a colorful light like a lightning flash!
The next moment, he heard someone shouting in the crowd: "Oh, this boy won't perform teleportation stunts again!" Obviously, this man has been paying attention to Yan Song for a long time. After realizing this, he immediately raised his voice and reminded Zhao Xiang on the high platform, "Be careful of your surroundings. Danger!"
Zhao Xiang is inexplicable. People like him never pay attention to his unintrod or unknown opponents. He doesn't know what means Yan Song has. When he heard that the student outside the high platform asked him to be careful, he not only did not listen, but continued to make everyone cheer and stared at the man fiercely. At a glance, he signaled the other party not to sing lament when he was happy! However, before his hands were raised above his head, he suddenly heard a sword sound behind him. He suddenly turned around and saw a three-foot-long emerald sword light hitting his forehead fiercely with the force of Huashan Mountain.
Zhao Xiang narrowed his eyes and sneered. He raised the black sword in his hand and swung it up. The black sword suddenly surged with mysterious spirit, and also overflowed with a three-foot-long black sword light, banging the sword spirit split above. Suddenly, a sound of swords buzzed, centered on the intersection of the two swords. The huge energy flow spread around like the collapse of Mount Tai. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be distorted. In an instant, this huge energy storm blew to the crowd around the high platform, even if three middle-aged masters blocked the column The pole was still abruptly brushed down, and the people in the first two or three rows were repelled by several steps, pressing the people behind them directly under their bodies, and fell into a chaotic situation outside the court.
However, the chaotic crowd around the high platform seemed to take care of the deadlock on their side. Even if they fell to the ground, they still turned their heads and stared at the high platform for fear of missing this wonderful comparison. They saw that the two on the stage retreated more than ten steps, retreated to the edge of the high platform and looked opposite. Then, after a moment of silence, the two fought together again.
Yan Song gritted his teeth, and Zhao Xiang, who was the cultivation of the fifth-level Xuanshi and the sixth-level Xuanshi, resisted ten rounds. Finally, his hands were numb, his chest was stuffy, and the corners of his mouth gushed out in one breath. On the other hand, Zhao Xiang, because of his deep internal strength, not only was he fine, but also became more and more brave in the Vietnam War. He couldn't help but gasp, raised his long sword and shouted "Wind Blade!" The long black sword in his hand suddenly danced, and suddenly, Xuanqi came out of its black sword and pointed straight to Yan Song! These mysterious qi are not transformed by the transformative sword qi. Although they are shot by long swords, they are shaped separately, like a sharp blade for slaughtering cattle, flying to Yan Song with fine light. Yan Song was surprised to find that the wind blade he blocked with the love sword not only would not disappear, but would strongly rebound to the high platform like a substantial sharp blade, making a sound of table tennis, scratching a spark on the marble surface, and scratching the marble surface with considerable hardness!
Yan Song accidentally passed by one of the wind blades, and the blade directly cut his skin and flesh. He was only a little short of hurting his bones! He was shocked and turned around to escape into the air, but he heard that the number of wind blades behind him seemed to double, directly covering the whole platform! He had no choice, and his body suddenly trembled. Suddenly, the blue light suddenly emitted from his body and wrapped his body in an instant. The light was blue, dotted Yan Song like a Dharma.
The wind blade cut by Zhao Xiang's sword touched the almost substantial blue sword light and made the sound of table tennis again, and then hit something dozens and hundreds of times harder than the marble table, and rebounded in all directions. Because the blue light was abrupt, some of the wind blades were even directly bounced back and shot directly at Zhao Xiang himself. Zhao Xiang had to defend himself. For a moment, the wind blade was restrained like this, and the lethality was greatly reduced.
At this time, the outsiders opened their mouths and did not make a sound. They looked at the young man in white with blue glow on the stage in surprise and were puzzled. One of them finally couldn't help sighing, "Is the body protection so powerful? Can you even block such a strong wind blade?" The other man was more puzzled and said loudly, "Isn't this boy a wooden attribute skill? Why did he suddenly overflow the protective spirit of the water attribute? He can also have spiritual power. Is he human?"
Sun Kai, who suppressed his anger and was helped from the crowd again, was also surprised and said, "What's the matter? I've never seen Brother Song have any mysterious water attributes? Or is it a protective spirit?"
"That's not the mystery of protecting the body!" As the sixth place in the previous sword academy, Sun Lianer naturally knew more about Xuanxiu's achievements than the ordinary students around her. Hearing Sun Kai couldn't help asking what it was, she frowned and said uncertainly, "It seems to be the body protection sword light!" This is a very profound mystery! Unless the Yuanzhu of the Xuan practitioner who has reached the realm of Xuanshi is a sword, but it is very unlikely. I just saw it in an ancient book recording ancient martial arts. In reality, I have never heard of such a mysterious skill as body protection sword light!"
"Is the protective sword light different from its own mysterious attributes?" Sun Kai asked again.
"It should be the same," Sun Lian'er also began to wonder, "He is a wooden attribute, and he actually cultivated the protective sword light of the water attribute... In short, I don't know, this pervert! Why is there no serious person with Qin Shou!"
On the high platform, Zhao Xiang saw that the wind blade could not hurt Yan Song at all. He couldn't help but doubt the blue sword light outside Yan Song's body. For a moment, he even suspected that it was the fairy weapon given by the elders of the sword to Yan Song to deal with Long Ruoxi, but in the face of his doubtful eyes, the middle-aged master in charge of urging the judgment did not have any response! This surprised him even more. No, he didn't care about three, seven or twenty-one and directly summoned his black shaking martial soul.
Black Fuyao is a black hurricane, which is extremely powerful. Once the target is locked, it can be thrown a hundred feet away or a hundred feet high or even farther away in the blink of an eye. It is a very domineering attribute martial soul.
When Zhao Xiang summoned the martial soul, there was no sign of a very scene on the surface, but on his two fingers, there was a small group of black mysterious gas. At first glance, he thought that the mysterious spirit had not been practiced, and half of it was hit. Yan Song didn't know why. Seeing that the other party put away the wind blade, he also put away the protective sword light, then held the love sword in his hand and shouted "Flying through the clouds!" Suddenly hit the cloud sword style in Tianxuan Seven. The emerald sword gently brushed the sword, one sword light turned into two, and one sword gas turned into three. In a blink of an eye, the high platform was full of jade-colored light swords, a cloud sword, as if there were countless people in all directions, no regularity, no gap at all!
Zhao Xiang unconsciously appeared several black lines on his forehead. While scolding that this boy was not a human, how could he have so many strange moves? At the same time, he dodged around with flexible wind attribute footwork, but as soon as the cloud sword came out, the sword light was like clouds and swords like rain, and he had nowhere to hide at all. Flash, as soon as he staggered two steps, the shoulder blade behind his back was stabbed with a sword. Fortunately, the sword was not strong and did not penetrate his bone. However, even so, he was still shocked and endured the pain and the danger of being attacked again. His two fingers with a touch of black mysterious spirit suddenly pointed to Yan Song. Suddenly, the black mysterious gas came out of his arms. Within a few meters, he instantly turned from a small mass into a black hurricane that could completely wrap a tree, carrying Yan Song. Then fly high in the sky!
Zhao Xiang, who was on the high platform, was half kneeling on the stage because of his martial soul and his other leg was also stabbed by three swords. But he still gritted his teeth, tried his best to control his martial soul, and flew higher and flew straight to a distance of 40 feet. Then he showed evil on his face, smiled coldly, and waved his one arm. However, when he saw the black thorns falling rapidly above the sky, the speed was several times faster than Pu's falling body. In this case, even if Yan Song has the ability to get rid of the black shake and the ability to use the virtual walking method. I'm afraid he can't stop such a rapid fall. Some girl spectators around the high platform even closed their eyes and dared not see this tragic scene.
Even the three masters responsible for safety on the stage looked at each other at this time and considered whether to help. They saw that the black hurricane was unbiased and hitting the ten-meter open space between the high platform and the crowd. At this moment, they did not hesitate to leave three remnants in place, and at the same time appeared at the place where Hei Fuyao was about to fall. Then the three of them raised their hands at the same time, overflowed with three-color mysterious gas, and pushed them upwards.
"Ah-"
But at this time, they suddenly heard a scream on the high platform. When they turned their heads, their always calm faces became as surprised as the students outside the field... On the high platform, the young man in white did not know when he would appear behind Zhao Xiang again, and the emerald sword in his hand suddenly stabbed from his right chest. On the blade of the front chest, blood is dripping. Then Yan Song didn't say anything, kicked Zhao Xiang's waist and shouted, "Get out of here!" Zhao Xiang was kicked into a stagger. He only slowed down the speed of flying forward and suddenly sucked his hands on the marble table. When the sword was pulled out, the blood sprayed recklessly from the back of his chest!
The fourth-ranked master of the Sword Academy was actually beaten so awkwardly by an unknown little man. Not to mention who lost and who won, Zhao Xiang had lost. He used his strength to breastfeed, and his hands on the ground finally stopped his body from continuing to fly forward, and finally stayed on the edge of the high platform. At this time, he realized that he was seriously injured and couldn't help coughing. He just wanted to point a few acupuncture points to prevent the loss of qi and blood, but suddenly saw that Yan Song had come to him.
"Do you want to get out by yourself, or do I send you down?" Yan Song said calmly. Hearing in Sun Xiang's ears helplessly, this was not only a great insult. It was simply to repay him in his own way. He knew what his attitude was just under the stage...