Chapter 92 Wind and Stream

"That's right, I took my sword." He applauded with a sword and looked at Hua Yi's cold eyes with a smile. "I prefer the more powerful one, otherwise the opponent is too weak and will be killed at once. This is too boring. Especially if you are still a spiritual power like me, you can't be weak."

Hua Yi looked coldly at a sword. There was no doubt about the strength of this man. The sword just now was absolutely not doing its best. In fact, the two did not do their best in their first attack, testing how strong each other was. However, judging from the results of the first confrontation, a sword is obviously much stronger than Hua Yimeng.

No wonder that a sword is a C-level spiritual power, and Hua is also cold. He is just a student. Even if he is very talented, the sword has been known as a genius since he was a child.

Hua also waved coldly, and a huge fluctuation appeared in the air again, such as the tsunami hurricane, surging towards a sword.

Although this "knife" is invisible and silent, it is many times more powerful than the cold weapon made of real steel. The "knife" ran through the wind and waves, and the night sky seemed to be rumbling and about to be torn apart. The free plankton microorganisms in the air died at the moment when the knife-shaped fluctuation passed. These tenacious tiny creatures can only drink hatred in the face of a cold "knife".

"This knife is better than the last one. At least it looks like that." In the face of Hua Yi's cold "knife", he laughed with a sword and did not change his moves. He still put out two fingers with his right hand. This time, he did not move forward, but gently stroked it in the air, just like a child's dance.

The air was suddenly cut open, and the torn space continued to extend out, constantly collapsing the space. After collapsing, the space was quickly reorganized, just like someone rowing in the water with a knife. There will be traces on the water moving with the knife, but after the knife passes, the water will recover.

The collapsed space and knife-shaped fluctuations met in mid-air, and the two forces exploded, with a dull sound of thunder, each offset.

A big tree there suddenly fell like a hurricane. The leaves fell and became the commander of the light pole in an instant. The leaves flew all over the sky, like fireworks under the night, blooming.

Yijian is very satisfied with the combat effectiveness of the teenager in front of him and a little shocked. Although he has not done his best so far, the other party is too young. I absolutely did not have this combat effectiveness at his age.

And although the teenager is young, his calmness and style of behavior are not like a child at all. A sword can "see" the child's face, and it is always the cold face. Even when he was stabbed away by a sword, it has not changed at all.

This kind of night, 100 meters away, the effect of the eyes is minimized, and unless you have the eyes of a cat, you can't see clearly. But a sword doesn't need eyes to see people. He only needs to spread his spirit to "see" what he wants to see, and the function of these "eyes" is more powerful. It can be seen in a dark environment without any light source, or in a hot place with dazzling light. You can see more things that are so small that your eyes can't see.

"It seems that you also have some material. If we don't fight, this young gang will be destroyed. Anyway, we have run out. You come with me, and I will let you dominate from now on. Yijian stared at Hua Yi's cold eyes and said, although his eyes could not see anything.

The words of a sword are absolutely sincere. Spiritual powers are relatively rare. It is not easy to see a similar kind, and it is such an excellent descendant. If you take it back to **, it will become a great weapon in the future.

"No need." Hua Yi's cold voice has no expression, and it is as cold as the mechanically synthesized electronic sound, "You, either go or fight!"

His eyes are as plain as ever, and there is no change because the other party is stronger than himself. He will not show fierce war in his eyes when he sees a strong opponent like Si Chen, nor will he show contempt when he sees the weak like those so-called seniors. His eyes are always cold and unemotional, like his voice.

It's hard to imagine what kind of experience this teenager has had, otherwise how could he be so cold? His coldness does not only exist on the surface, but goes deep into the bone marrow.

That's why a sword is interested in Hua Yi Leng.

"Oh, what a stubborn little guy. If you don't obey, you have to spank." It's strange that an old man like a sword would say such feminine words, but he didn't care, and more strangely, this kind of words did not give people a disgusting feeling.

With a big wave of a sword, just like a lover who left at the station, he waved his hand.

The scene suddenly had a strong wind and stone was flying. Fortunately, it was night. If it was placed during the day, this space would definitely be covered by dark clouds and there would be a scene of mountain rain.

The wind contains countless small wind blades, some of which swim in a straight line, some are curved, and some are rotated and twisted, just like meat grinders. Wherever the wind goes, the cement floor is lifted up with a layer of skin, like the greedy locust, which eats and drinks everywhere it passes.

Hua Yi stood still, as if he had been scared silly, but his eyes were still as cold as ever, which showed that the strong wind did not bring him fear.

A gurgling stream suddenly gushed out of his eyebrows, which flowed all the way down through his whole body.

The stream seems to have been unaffected by the attraction of the earth, flowing all over the whole body of the flowers, and the surface of his body has been surrounded by the stream.

The next moment, the wind swept over, and the wind was filled with countless ground debris and other debris, as well as two trees that had been uprooted but were immediately smashed. The wind roared and made people chill.

The move of a sword has improved a little, and he hopes to capture other things in the child's seemingly ten-thousand-year-old eyes, such as panic, fear, or admiration.

But a sword is doomed to be disappointed, and there is no other emotion in Hua Yi's eyes, except cold or cold.

The wind raged, devoured Hua Yi's cold body and rolled him into the air, like a cloud wrapped in Hua Yi's cold little body and flew by.

The huge impact of the strong wind hit Hua Yi's cold body like a giant hammer, and Hua Yi's cold whole body immediately clicked, which was the sound of bones exploding.

The impact is not the most powerful place of the wind. The wind blades with their own unique trajectories are the real killing, which makes the inside of the wind a huge crusher. All tangible substances will be crushed in it, just like those two big trees. For powder.

Flowers are also cold and tangible things, and this "shape" is still the "shape" of a cold and beautiful teenager, but he will not be shattered by the hurricane, because the surface of his body flows invisible streams, which is his pure spiritual power like pure water. The stream flows on the cold surface of the flowers, making the flowers cold like an amber-like handicraft.

The stream is not so simple to flow. While the stream flows, countless small whirlpools rotate rapidly on it, just like the gears that make up the car engine. These whirlpools constitute the flow of streams.

The size of the vortex is not unchanged, but changes all the time like the equation, and the independent variables that cause the transformation of the equation are the wind blades in contact with the stream in the hurricane.

The stream is like the legendary holy water, which cleans all stains and impurities and filters the hurricane cleanly. The life-threatening wind blade inside is absorbed by the stream in less than a second. The wind is only left with a strong wind!

Feel the changes in his wind, and a trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of a sword. The wind couldn't help what the teenager expected, but he absolutely didn't expect that the other party would crack the killing trick so easily. In his expectation, the teenager will definitely survive under this move, but he will be seriously injured and half-dead. But he was so fast and clean that he eliminated the blade in the wind, which he never thought.

The power of the strong wind, 90% of these wind blades, the wind blades are broken, and only the strong wind can be used. This impact power is not small, and it can even roll up an uncle, but for the power, it rarely works.

For Hua Yi Leng's practice, a sword is still a little approving, because few people choose to take the initiative to surround the strong wind and melt it from the inside, because this is a very dangerous practice. Once the wind blade inside cannot be successfully melted, it will be twisted into a pile of meat in the wind!

The strong wind turned into a pure strong wind, wrapped in a man, roaring through the night sky.

The strong wind soon blew on a house, and the glass of the house shattered at the moment of contact with the strong wind. The glass fragments did not fall to the ground, but turned into countless cold light under the strong wind, cutting into the room, just like the hidden weapon sprinkled by Si Chen.

This is a bedroom, a man and a woman lying in **, and their throats are bleeding almost at the same time. The next moment, dense glass fragments fell from the sky and stabbed them into two balls of mud.

Hua Yi's cold body hit the wall heavily, and the wall suddenly cracked, crawled out several cracks, spreading in all directions, like the feet of a wall tiger.

"Little guy, are you dead? If you don't die, get up and let's continue to play. A sword moved slowly and walked coldly to Hua Yi. This was the first time his foot moved since the two fought. At the same time, he was also secretly laughing in his heart. The little guy was seriously injured, but the serious injury was a little funny. The biggest kill of the wind was solved by him, but he was injured under the worst impact of the wind, which was really funny. Just like someone defeats a boxer but loses to the boxer's little son, it's a little dramatic.

During his walking, he made a move with his right hand, and a cyan transparent wind blade immediately cut out, separated from his right hand, and coldly cut at the flowers lying on the ground.

"Little guy, I put a blade on you. Don't dodge it, or you will die." The words of the wind blade and a sword spread coldly to the flowers at the same time.

At this time, the flower was also cold. He was hit by the wall and smashed him all over. Of course, this was not the most serious injury. The most serious thing was that at the moment when the hurricane rolled him up, the huge impact had caused the cracks of his whole body, and his body was really about to fall apart.

He doesn't even have the strength to move his fingers.