Chapter 228 -- Shocking Sword Shura

What he cares about is how to improve his level, and before looking for Lin Yuan, he also carefully studied Lin Yuan's information.

It also took a long time to determine the whereabouts of Lin Yuan.

For Jian Shura, this is not a simple killing.

This is a great enjoyment.

This also led him to have a perverted impression in everyone's hearts, an image of Shura.

......

The time of ten breaths will pass quickly.

And at the last moment of ten breaths, Lin Yuan looked up, drew his sword, and put out his sword... A series of actions were completed in one breath, and a wisp of bright sword light like the stars of dawn seemed to unfold slowly and eagerly from his hand.

As soon as he took action, Lin Yuan used the moves of Qiankun swordsmanship.

In the face of such a realm of countless opponents beyond themselves, any clumsy behavior is tantamount to taking a dead end.

Jianshura's pupils were wrinkled, and a trace of shock appeared on his face.

As an outstanding swordsman who has practiced swordsman in martial arts for more than ten years, he felt the unusual sword of Lin Yuan at the first time. The dark blue sword light, which is confused but bright as bright as stars, does not eat the fireworks in the world, but contains a danger that makes him feel palpitations.

However, the instinctive pride of a swordsman who thinks he is already famous makes him unable to accept that he makes a dodge action in the face of a descendant who is far less powerful than himself.

So, he drew his sword and took it hard.

Ding!

At first, it was just a slight sound of a metal impact.

Even the slightest energetic energy did not collide.

When Jian Shura was slightly surprised, the next moment, both of them felt a roar in their ears, as if a huge thunder suddenly exploded under the root of their ears, and their brains were stunned and buzzing.

Two completely different true elements collided, and at the point where the two swords collided, they broke out uncontrollably.

One of the strong force, connected with the red sword light, is the power of Jianshuluo's hard work for more than ten years, and the other is weak, but it is sharp many times, but it is the unique Qiankun sword spirit formed by Lin Yuan's Qiankun swordsmanship.

Jianshuluo only felt a dark blue strange sword spirit like a steel needle, which seemed to penetrate his Zhenyuan shield and pierced it fiercely in the palm of his hand. The tingling that he had not experienced for a long time made him almost unable to hold the long sword.

However, Lin Yuan was directly shaken out under the offensive of Jian Shura.

People are spraying blood in the air again.

Although Lin Yuan's swordsmanship is strange, coupled with his understanding of the sharpness of swordsmanship, it can leap over the level and cause damage to Jian Shura. However, after all, Lin Yuan's cultivation time is too short, and his own Zhenyuan is far from majestic, far from the other party. Under the hard regret, the dark blue Zhenyuan was agitated and almost shocked by the displacement of his internal organs.

Fortunately, he has accumulated countless combat experience these days. At the moment of detecting the invincibility, the innate cloud footwork of the small city broke out in an instant, and the whole person became as light as willow catkins, almost no longer affected, and reduced the damage of Jianshura's hero to the lowest. Coupled with the offset of the mixed-yuan mask, it still made Lin Yuan spit blood.

"Is this the strange swordsmanship? It's really tough. Even I was slightly injured. Jianshuluo did not feel angry because of the injury on his face, but said to Lin Yuan with a smile.

"No, it's the sharpness of kendo. How dare you become the sharpness of kendo? Is this impossible?" Jian Shura roared crazily.

At this time, he finally found that the false and unchanging smile on his face turned into an incredible shock. He no longer had the calmness of cat and mouse before. Thinking that he had been practicing swords for more than ten years, he slept with his sword almost day and night. He had never touched the edge of the edge of kendo, and he was destined to die. The descendants under his sword actually mastered the legendary realm of swordsmanship?

A kind of anger of unfair fate burned in Jianshura's chest in an instant.

He killed people, he fell into what everyone called the devil, was ridiculed by so many people, and even did not hesitate to offend so many people.

is to practice swordsmanship, but for decades, every time you practice swordsmanship is to find a way to practice swords and cultivate it into a swordsman.

Now, he was actually overtaked by a little boy. How could Jian Shura not be angry? He was originally a pervert, and the assassin was covered with a layer of jealousy.

"Ha ha, but your swordsmanship is not fully mature, but you can't help me. This time, Lin Yuan, you will die." Suddenly, Jian Shura's gloomy voice with a strange smile.

"At that time, everything about you will be mine, including your swordsmanship." Jian Shura's lunar calendar, Lin Yuan opposite didn't care at all.

"If you want to kill me, it depends on whether you have the ability." Lin Yuan refuted.

Jian Shura did not speak any more. His eyes slowly closed, and the breath on his body became silent and restrained, and a red sword waved in the wind.

Lin Yuan's keen spiritual power can feel that there is a more terrible edge on Jian Shura's body, which is brewing and converging.

At this time, the air around Jianshura was silent without any ups and downs.

In about three breaths, Jianshura's eyes suddenly opened, bursting out two extremely fierce dark red breaths, shot out like sword spirit, penetrating through the void, leaving several meters long traces. The restrained and silent edge also exploded in an instant, like the sudden eruption of a silent volcano, making a rumbling dull sound, making the surrounding air vigorously wave violently.

seemed to see that from the body of Jianshura, there were countless red swords like blood, which spewed out in an instant and filled the surroundings. The light of the sword was strong, cutting everything through everything, endless and irresistible!

The red sword buzzed and trembled slightly as if it had been given life. On it, there was a red sword spirit converging, shaped like a red streamer, flowing slowly down the fingers. The air was directly torn open, and it seemed that even the space could be torn open.

"My sword is infinitely fierce and has endless sharpness. My sword will kill people if they make a move." Jian Shuluo suddenly leaped in the air, stabbed out with a sword, and came through the air: "Dark Blood 1 Kill!"

Lin Yuan's face changed, and his eyes trembled, and his pupils contracted like a needle in an instant, reflecting the figure of Jian Shura surrounded by red sword spirit, as if a sword tore the sky and came from the sky and locked himself.

From afar, I can feel the sharpness in it as if it is endlessly surging, and even the air seems to have turned into a sharp sword stabbing me, unable to dodge.

Before Jian Shura's sword arrived, the surrounding air had been rendered red to the peak of the hill, like a dark red sunset, condensed into a red air sword, locking the forest edge, quickly shooting, making a tearing sound of air tearing.

"No, the gap is too big. It's abominable in the middle of the mixed yuan." Lin Yuan said in his heart that it was not good.

Although Lin Yuan's current strength can be compared with the early stage of the mixed yuan, it is only comparable to that. After all, Lin Yuan's realm at this time is the peak of the early stage of gathering spirits.

Moreover, this time, Lin Yuan met Jianshura, who had been immersed in the road for decades. He was also a genius and just embarked on the wrong path.