Chapter 10 The Wrath of the Sword God

Chapter 10 The Wrath of the Sword God

At the end of the corridor is a huge tomb, and the whole tomb is almost slender under the two bright eyes of the human head.

So Su Yong could easily see the old man in white hair and white sitting on the floor of the tomb. Of course, just look at the motionless posture. It may be just a statue, a portrait carved from white jade.

But he didn't care. In the scream of the purple clothes behind him, he cut it off with a thunderous knife.

In fact, not only Ziyi is puzzled, but even Su Yong himself is puzzled. He didn't know why he was stabbed. His brain was very clear, but he found that his whole body seemed to be out of control.

He held the head in his left hand and put out a knife in his right hand. This move is not his most commonly used Thunder Strike, nor is it an illusion distortion or fluctuation, but a strange trick that has never been used before.

This move may not be as magical as the three-strike moves of Thunder, and may not have the mystery of fluctuation and distortion, but the powerful power and the determination to kill are all revealed.

But his murderous blow was caught by the two fingers of the white-haired old man in white like a statue, and the offensive disappeared.

He quickly pulled back his right wrist and continued to take out the knife. Under the wave of the knife light, he actually scattered the light of the two eyes on the person's head and sprinkled them on the four walls of the tomb one by one.

"Good knife." The man in white couldn't help praising when he touched his blood knife: "What a sharp blade, what a strong murderous spirit. I haven't met such an opponent for a long time.

This sentence seemed to be said to Su Yong, but Su Yong could not respond. He was depressed to find that he could not even control his mouth except for his brain.

He heard Ziyi screaming in the back and asking, "Are you crazy? Why do you do it randomly?"

But he couldn't answer. He stabbed one knife after another, and each knife used other people's tricks, but he used all his strength. Every knife is almost with all its strength, with strong internal force and a sharp blade, and stone crumbs fly around under the strong wind.

I must be a ghost. Su Yong thought to himself. But there was a faint desire in his heart to knock down the man in white in front of him.

If you don't knock him down, I'm afraid you will be killed by him, although he is just a puppet, a puppet controlled by others.

Under the guidance of such a subtle thought, the blood knife in his hand got some kind of blessing, which turned out to be faster and faster, more and more urgent, and danced like a windmill in a short time.

The elderly man in white was obviously a little surprised. He didn't expect that he was so full of internal strength that he didn't look exhausted at all. The old man stepped away for two steps, and his long hair frowned and hummed, "Tiange, I didn't expect you to find such a master."

"Haha, I didn't expect it either." The resurrradiant head finally spoke. It's just that Su Yong felt disgusted when he saw the ugly smile of the guy in his hand.

The old man in white flashed Su Yong's knife again and hummed, "Although he is very good, he is not my opponent. I'm afraid you will be disappointed this time."

"That's not necessarily the case," the stiff and shrinking skin of the human head moved with difficulty, squeezing out a few gloomy words: "You are better than him, but you are old. After sitting here for so long, it must be a little inconvenient, right? Don't let this stunned young man be defeated, haha."

"You..." The man in white was slightly distracted and was cut off a few white hairs by Su Yong's phantom-like knife light. He retreated a few steps angrily and took a blue iron sword from the shadow with his backhand.

"Haha, Lord Sword God was forced to draw his sword by a young man today." The head laughed presumptuously, and the yellow teeth sparkled.

At this time, although Su Yong's torso was controlled by others, due to the influence of his thoughts, he had unconsciously brought his own feelings in the rapidly unfolding knife method. Distortions, illusions, and even fluctuations are hidden in the knife style, and the series keeps coming out.

"Huh," the head and eyes turned, looked at the phantom stream, and even surprised himself: "I really found an immortal master... It's strange that this looks like the move of the ancient martial arts faction, not the light and shadow swordsmanship on the continent of Yunyun Binglan."

"This is not light and shadow swordsmanship in the first place." The man in white has a sword in his hand, and his momentum is completely different. He has a king's spirit of reigning over the world. He simply waved a long sword, like an old man dancing a Taiji sword in the park, but easily broke all Su Yong's stormy knives.

"Yes, you are the sword god. What moves can fool you? Tell him what kind of trick he is?" The human head continued to spit, intending to disturb the thinking of the white sword god.

"Good. Let me see what's so special about the master you brought here? The man in white frowned and looked at Su Yong's knife light, and his deep eyes turned to the head: "I'll give him a hundred moves, and you can also let him go and let him do it."

Su Yong met a master at this moment. Under the shock of his spirit, his cultivation was mentioned to the extreme. Under the intentional relaxation of the control of the human head, he turned into thousands of phantoms, almost every corner of the tomb. And the strength of the knife in the swelling wind made the whole crypt bigger.

The purple clothes have been forced to retreat into the corridor by the stone debris. She looked at Su Yong's figure flying by from time to time, happy and worried.

After half an hour of this hundred moves, Su Yong almost exhausted his last bit of strength. His silver teeth clenched on his pale face, and his equally pale lower lips were full of blood.

"After a hundred moves, you still don't have a chance." When the man in white said this, he gently took a belt. Su Yong's blood knife flew up and penetrated deep into the stone wall. The countless phantoms shuttled through the air all spewed out a mouthful of blood and slowly fell from the air, returning to a crawling body.

And the sword move in the hand of the white sword god is not old, and he is continuing to row on this body.

"No." Ziyi flew over with a scream, and the soft sword full of gaps trembled straight in an instant, exuding the fierce sword spirit that she had urged with all her strength to cut down the man in white.

The panicked blow of Ziyi was intended to save Su Yong. At this moment of anger, she used all her potential, and her momentum was still on Su Yong's full power. This can be seen from the sword spirit that is longer and brighter than the blood knife.

Suddenly, the man in white saw that the victory had been decided, his heart had relaxed his vigilance, and his strength had been dissipated, but he never thought that this woman would come so fast and her sword spirit was so sharp.

The head of the person who was thrown aside didn't expect it.

A woman is always easy to be ignored.

But in fact, the most terrible thing is the woman.

Especially crazy women.

At this time, the man in white is old, and his whole body is relaxed. It can be said that he is completely unprepared. He is about to die under this sudden sword. Even the head was about to cheer loudly.

Su Yong, who raised his head from the ground, was stunned at this moment.

No matter how you look at it, people in white are a dead end.

If you are unprepared for a sudden fight, no matter how high your cultivation is, it is still good. This is the same reason that Su Yong used a blood knife against the neck of the four-winged eagle horse, or bombarded the jade rabbit silkworm moth underwater with a fluctuating knife.

However, just as the soft sword in purple was about to cut the forehead and nose of the man in white, suddenly there was an extremely harsh sound.

I don't know when the iron sword that was originally cut to Su Yong in the hand of the man in white was put in front of the soft sword in purple, and the soft sword that revealed the sword spirit was cut open both sides.

The sword spirit of the soft sword is still flashing on the skin of the nose of the man in white, but the blade that should have been cut into the skin is as soft as two torn banana skins, drooping weakly on both sides.

And the blade of the iron sword, which seems to be rusty, has now been cut to the protection of the soft sword, only a line away from the purple white jade-like wrist and green onion-like jade finger.

After another trace, the beautiful purple clothes will become a disabled person.

But is this already the limit of the sword god? Just when everyone was shocked and puzzled. The back of the sword of the sword god in white finally burst out.

At the moment when the scene was stopped, the breath of the sword king on the man in white suddenly surged, and the whole tomb seemed to be buried with explosives and suddenly exploded.

The top cover of the tomb 100 meters deep underground was blown up by this inextricable airflow, and even smashed and destroyed the whole bluestone platform outside, exposing them to the skylight on the swamp ground.

The strange man's head fell into the dust, but now he couldn't help admiring loudly: "It's really the sword god, awesome."

Su Yong was able to fully control his body at this moment, but he was full of dust and did not move. He stared at the iron sword in the hand of the man in white, as if he was suffering from a heartbreak.

Previously, the soul was suppressed by the head ghost and mastered the torso. But at this moment, it is really completely suppressed.

He never dreamed that the sword could be used in this way.

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