Chapter 65 Battle Supreme!
Red Xiao is out of the sheath!
The meaning is self-evident.
Ye Hetu stood aside and left the venue for the grave sweeper and Xiao Yichen, which means that whatever you fight, I'm just watching. The three people on the scene also sensed the gradually increasing atmosphere around them. Ye Hetu looked at the four directions, and the murderousness condensed slightly.
At this time, an army gathered about five miles outside the Mausoleum of the Thirteen Emperors. Everyone was fully armed. A young man in his twenties was organizing the army in an organized manner. Each checkpoint was set up with heavy defensive lines, which tightly blocked the Tombs of the Thirteen Emperors.
However, the young man did not order people to walk into the Mausoleum of the Thirteen Emperors, but surrounded the place and quietly waited for the news inside. The whole army is well-trained and is definitely not an ordinary army. Each soldier's eye movements have experienced countless actual combat exercises. What's more, he has killed the enemy on the battlefield.
The young man has a big surname in the core circle of the capital.
His surname is Zhao.
"Lao Yan told me to obey his instructions. What will happen here? It allows me to dispatch half of the Falcon troops. The young man of the Zhao family looked at the Mausoleum of the Thirteen Emperors in the distance and wondered.
Doubt comes back to doubt. Zhao Shidao has not dared to disobey the military order, and does not dare to advocate taking the army in to find out. At this time, he can't let it go. He stayed here for more than four hours, and there were several explosions in the distance. Zhao Shidao, who was familiar with weapons, could tell that it was a kind of grenade. Did anyone dare to openly release thunder there? Zhao Shidao inferred over and over again, but still did not get the result.
"He really surprised me." Zhao Shidao sighed a little. Ye Hetu met the person he met and asked him to apologize in person. Ye Hetu was the first. He didn't have it before, and he won't have it in the future.
Since it is an order from the chief, Zhao Shidao can only cooperate with Ye Hetu to complete the task this time. As long as he tries his best, there will be no mistakes. If he does it well, it may not be much more convenient in the future. If he is not done well, he can't be blamed.
"Who are you?" The old tomb sweeper looked at the sudden arrival of Xiao Yichen and said in a low voice.
Xiao Yichen's arrival was unexpected by him. There was no sign at all. The person who could not be noticed by the supreme twenty years ago was either a terrible old monster or a good footwork, and could come close to him unconsciously.
Obviously, Xiao Yichen's footwork is a little strange.
In the impression of the grave sweeper, there is only one person who can do the precedent that he can't notice the breath approaching, which is Shura 20 years ago.
"His apprentice." Xiao Yichen, who waved his sword to the earth, replied that not long ago, he understood the meaning of the word Shura in the Dragon Gang.
The killing god of the Dragon Gang 20 years ago.
He vaguely understood that in the battle more than ten years ago, the seriously injured master found him and taught him most of the things. Maybe he had some purpose, but Xiao Yichen didn't mind. Even if the master asked him to die, he would never hesitate.
"The apprentice of Shura? He really didn't die, haha." The grave sweeper laughed loudly and said that since Shura was not dead, he must have been seriously injured. Xiao Yichen's footwork is also taught by Shura. Except for Shura, no one can approach him quietly. Xiao Yichen obviously got the true biography of Shura.
Of course, the grave sweeper ignored a person.
That's the Ye Hetu next to it.
Because of the battle of Kunlun a few years ago, Xiao Yichen, a direct disciple of Shura, was defeated by Ye Hetu.
Xiao Yichen, who is in his twenties, is like the shadow of Shura in his twenties.
The two figures overlap and match in the eyes of the grave-sweeping old man.
In the First World War, the Supreme also suffered some unremitable injuries, which was one of the reasons why he came to live in seclusion in the Thirteenth Imperial Mausoleum.
Standing up straight, the old man sweeping the tomb burst into a momentum that he could fight against Shura.
"Disciples of Shura, I want to know what unique skills you have got from Shura!"
Fight, start!
Xiao Yichen preemptively struck, and Chixiao followed the murderous intention of his master, producing a cheerful roar. People and swords rushed to the tomb sweeping old man like lightning. This time, he used all his strength, because the grave sweeper in front of him was the supreme twenty years ago, the enemy against his master Shura.
There was only a little surprise in the eyes of the grave sweeper, but the surprise slowly disappeared with time. The young boy in front of him was certainly amazing, but it was a little worse than Shura, who was also young but at its peak.
The supreme murderous gas is different from that of Ye Hetu. Ye Hetu uses the momentum and the murderous spirit in his heart to condense the murderous gas, while the supreme uses the experience of killing countless people to condense the real murderous gas.
Xiao Yichen held the sword in both hands, and Ling Yue got up and split the sword in mid-air.
Shura's final move.
A sword to break the sky!
The power of this sword is a little more fierce than the sword waved in Yehetu, Tibet a few years ago.
The grave sweeper did not take out any weapons and was ready to take the sword empty-handed.
"Bang!"
Chixiao collided with the supreme right hand, making a louder roar.
Xiao Yichen, who held the sword in both hands, felt that the tiger's mouth was numb. The rebound power of Chixiao made him a little unbearable. After ten years of self-cultivation, his body strength has reached the reach of ordinary people. Unexpectedly, he still could not withstand the terrible power from Chixiao.
It is worthy of being able to rank with Shura in those years!
If this sword is Xiao Yichen's unique trick, it will be a little funny and generous.
The offensive did not come here.
The tip of Xiao Yichen's sword drew an arc, which skillfully resolved the terrible force of this rebound.
"Is this?" The old man who sweeps the tomb was surprised and did not distinguish the origin of this move.
Even if Xiao Yichen's master is here, he should be greatly praised, because Xiao Yichen's talent in kendo can be called once in a hundred years. The arc is similar to Taiji and has the essence of soft and rigid.
The artistic conception is integrated into Kendo. In today's China, people who can do it can be counted with one hand.
There is no answer.
Xiao Yichen split out seven swords in a row, and each sword contains an indelible will. The seven swords are fused together, resulting in great power. If the grave sweeper hadn't intended to explore Xiao Yichen's roots, he would have interrupted him.
Xiao Yichen obviously expected this, so he did not hesitate to use his strongest card!
Seven Kill Swords!
The must-kill moves of the seven sword spirits gathered together. Xiao Yichen knew that this sword could not kill the supreme. He hope this sword could hit him hard.
An extremely strong sword spirit formed and roared towards the old man who was sweeping the tomb.
The grave sweeper's face was shocked. He really didn't expect that Shura's disciples could be so strong. With the fusion of sword spirit and will, Xiao Yichen has the hope of becoming a master in less than ten years.
Ten years can change a lot.
The grave sweeper who is going to welcome Xiao Yichen's last move can't sit back and wait to death. Otherwise, he will not be the supreme. How strong does it take to be to be as famous as Shura? Even if there are old injuries, they still can't be ignored.
A foot stamped on the ground, and a golden light lit up the old man's wrist.
The corners of Ye Hetu's eyes suddenly lit up when he closely observed the two fighting.
"Boom!"
The yellow sand all over the sky was rolled up by the wind brought by the sword spirit, covering up everything.
A minute later, the smoke and sand dissipated.
Xiao Yichen held the red sky and inserted the sword into the ground. His face was pale, his body was straight, and he refused to fall down.
And the old tomb sweeper held a broom in his hand.
A few drops of blood oozed from the corners of the mouth, which was obviously in a state of injury.
Ye Hetu, who saw this scene, didn't agree. There was a trace of jokes on the corners of his mouth. He approached the old man who was sweeping the tomb with a smile, stopped ten meters away and asked.
"Old man, how long will you play?"