Martial arts: 10,000 times return, start with apprentice Xiaolongnu

Chapter 117 Two Swords Battle, Nine Swords alone vs. Thirteen Swords!!

Tianshui Ten Square Sword!

This is an extremely advanced water mastery.

It is necessary to master the Zhou Liushui Strength skillfully before it can be used.

This magic method of hydrating the sword with this hand is not a temporary shape of true qi, but a real change in the nature of the water flow, so that it becomes a slender person who can compete with the water sword.

And the most wonderful point is that the water is impermanent, and the soldier is impermanent.

The invisible water flow changes with the water strength in the body, which can be described as infinitely changing, suddenly long and short, suddenly straight and curved, and can even be overwhelming and pervasive.

For Su Liu, the Tianshui Ten Square Sword was just an ordinary move that was not a killing move.

But in the eyes of those present.

Such a magic method of hydrating the sword, where is the martial art? It is clear that it is the legendary fairy magic!

Including Wei Wuya and Yan Thirteen, everyone on the Cliff of Broken Love was stunned at this moment, and their eyes were full of incredulity.

Even Yue Yue was stunned for a while, and finally it was difficult to hide his surprise, and he couldn’t help but sigh: “Every time this stinky Daoist makes a shot, he can shock the palace once.” ”

“It’s really hard to imagine that there is such a magical martial art in the world, which is almost the same as the magic in those books…”

Speaking of this, the jade face was flawless and suddenly a touching smile appeared on her face.

“Perhaps, today, to meet this stinky Daoist is also the lucky mile of the main palace!”

At this moment, Yan Thirteen’s eyes were moved.

Staring at the slender water sword in his hand, after a long time, he slowly said, “Not bad.” ”

“You’re a strong opponent.”

“It seems that this time, even if I can’t find Xie Xiaofeng, I won’t get nothing.”

Speaking of which, this man, who had always been as cold as frost, zhang was like that ancient glacier’s face, and a faint smile appeared for the first time in the world.

Yan Thirteen originally thought that the world was so big that only Xie Xiaofeng could be his opponent in the world. Since he stepped into the jianghu, the only target in his heart was the Third Young Master who was born with a sword bone.

Unexpectedly, just when Yan Thirteen Sword Technique Dacheng was planning to compete with Xie Xiaofeng.

This Third Young Master of excalibur, who was praised by Bai Xiaosheng as the supreme swordsman of the king of the sword, actually died… Yan Thirteen could not accept this result.

He also didn’t believe that the man would die so easily.

To this end, he did not hesitate to search all over the world for xie Xiaofeng’s news, and even did not hesitate to rely on Wei Wuya’s intelligence and the power of the Twelve Astrological Phases.

Just to find that opponent who is destined.

But at this moment, Yan Thirteen looked at the handsome Daoist dressed in white.

A trace of fiery war appeared in his eyes for a long time.

He was too lonely.

It’s also been too long since I’ve met a real opponent.

And today, in this mysterious body of this Daoist, Yan Thirteen felt a kind of pressure that was indescribable.

Seems… He was not confronted with a mortal, but a god.

“That’s the feeling…”

“I haven’t felt this kind of pressure in a long time…”

The sharp light surged in Yan Thirteen’s eyes, gently caressed the body of the sword, and said lightly: “Bone poison, today you and I can finally let go of a fight!” ”

Before the words could be heard, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if a cold lightning bolt had flashed away.

Only to hear a choking sword sound, like a ghost crying, the dark light flashed, and the bone poison sword was already out of its sheath.

Yan Thirteen’s sword blade pointed directly at Su Liu, and he said in a loud voice, “Please! ”

Su Liu held a water sword and groaned with a smile.

“Get out of the sword.”

Yan Thirteen’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he was not polite.

“Good!”

The words did not fall, only to hear a terrible sword sound, in the middle of the air, the lightning flashed, the sword light like a long cold electricity broke through the air, fiercely shot out.

The inky black sword light flashed like an electric light.

Suddenly, he had already crossed the void and went straight to Su Liu! A sword is out, chasing the soul and killing!

Yan Thirteen’s shot was a killing move.

This sword was his world-shaking sword, the thirteen swords that killed him! At this moment, Su Liu only felt a cold electricity burst in.

Although it was only a sword light, it contained an extremely pure killing intent, and a breathtaking chill roared in, almost covering Su Liu’s whole body!

The sword is so fast!

This sword is not a wonderful move.

There is only one word, and that is killing!

A sword pierces the heart, just to kill!

Since stepping into the jianghu, the world’s swordsmen, Su Liu has also seen a lot.

Wang Chongyang’s sword technique was magnificent and atmospheric, like the stars of the heavens, just majestic, and like a galaxy hanging on, it was vast and unstoppable.

The sword method is lonely and defeated, but at the same time of endless changes, it has also returned to the basics, which can be said to be the ultimate in simplicity and complexity, exhausting the subtlety of the world’s sword law.

However, the Thirteen Swords of Death Yan Thirteen were completely different from the first two sword techniques.

His sword technique was pure and clean, refined through the purgatory of Shura, without the slightest impurity, and all the moves and sword meanings had only one word.

All things are born to raise people, and no one has anything to repay the heavens, kill and kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

The swiftness of his sword moves and the domineering power of his sword intentions even made Su Liu slightly moved, and he couldn’t help but exclaim, “A good life-killing sword, it is indeed extraordinary!” ”

At this moment, the dark sword light like cold electricity had already crossed the void and came to Su Liu’s face.

Its unfathomable dark sword qi actually sharpened the screams that rubbed the air, and it was as terrifying and terrifying as a ghost crying in the ears of everyone.

A sword strikes out, and it has such an amazing power.

The crowd was horrified.

Lin Pingzhi’s face was pale, and his clenched palms trembled slightly.

He thought that after he got the XuanTie Epee and the Black Sky Book, his strength was already a good hand.

However, after seeing Yan Thirteen’s ThirteenThought Sword, Lin Pingzhi’s heart was once again a hint of fear, and even his body was trembling slightly.

How can ordinary people resist such terrible magic swords? However, where is his master Su Liu mortal? At the moment when the dark sword light was about to stab.

I saw that Su Liu still didn’t move, but his wrist quietly shook, and the slender water sword in his palm roared out like a silver dragon outside the sky.

The dazzling sword light was like the claws of the divine dragon, suddenly tearing the air, firing like electricity, and the sword momentum was like a tide, as if it had condensed into a cloud of ethereal water, instantly dissipating the dark sword light into invisibility.

“This kind of tentative sword move, there is no need to make it again.”

“Show me your true skills!”

Hearing this, Yan Thirteen was not angry and happy, and sneered;

“As you wish!”

Before the words could be heard, he saw his body transform into a streamer of light, as if he were one with the long sword in his palm, and roared out like a black dragon, straight to Su Liu.

No one else has arrived.

Layers of killing qi have already swept out of the sky.

Feeling the cold meaning of the sword, Su Liu also laughed softly and raised his sword to greet him.

“Good to be here!”

Bite!

The inky black bone poison longsword and the Tianshui invisible sword exchanged blows in the void, and when the sword blade collided, it was like two lightning bolts colliding together, and the fire arc exploded continuously.

The next moment, as if they had a sharp mind, the two men slashed out with their swords almost at the same time.

Only to see two sword rays soar into the sky like two dragons, and the mighty sword qi burst out in all directions like a storm.

At a distance of more than ten inches, Wei Wuya also felt cold all over his body, an old face was blown by that strong wind, and he actually experienced the pain of a knife cutting, and he couldn’t help but be shocked.

“This Daoist is actually a great master who is not inferior to Yan Thirteen!”

He never expected that this white-clad Daoist who was always smiling and looking harmless to people and animals would have such a martial arts god and wonder.

Suddenly, Wei Wuya’s heart was in turmoil, his plan was completely disrupted, and he couldn’t help but curse secretly, “Damn, demon, where did this monster come from!” ”

“Yan Thirteen, Yan Thirteen, don’t let this seat down!”

And at this moment, on the cliff of broken love.

The swords of Su Liu and Yan Thirteen also gradually reached a good place.

The two fight fast, people like flying immortals, swords like shooting stars.

Only a clanging sound of gold and iron was heard, followed by a series of electric explosions, the scene was extremely amazing, it looked like a black and a green two dragons fighting and fighting.

Stir up the rivers and seas, and the earth will turn upside down.

Under the stirring of the sword qi, it actually cracked open, and rippled in the void.

The fierce sword qi roared out and swept in all directions, even twisting all the fallen leaves and flying flowers and bamboo and stone trees within a few inches of the square into powder.

The people present, whether it was the Toothless Dead or the Twelve Astrological Beings, were all stunned and stunned.

These people may not have dreamed that there was such a sword technique in the world, and there was such a swordsman.

Hugh had to say that facing these two ghostly people, the sword qi leaked out when Su Liu and Yan Thirteen were fighting, it was enough to strangle them to death!

Even the invitation to the moon is somewhat silent.

A touch of heaviness appeared above the flawless pretty face.

She had to admit that this swordsman named Yan Thirteen was indeed an incredible Grand Master strongman who was qualified to be her opponent.

If Wei Wuya had helped Yan Thirteen, plus three hundred toothless dead soldiers and twelve astrological beings, even if she invited Yue to fight with all her might, I am afraid it would be difficult to win.

Suddenly, a touch of happiness emerged in my heart.

“Fortunately, there is this stinker here.”

She looked at the figure of the white-clad Shengxue, and a shallow smile of the country fell on her lips.

“It seems that Hongu’s luck is very good!”

Airplanes!

At this moment, this sword fight has gradually climbed to the peak.

Only to see Yan Thirteen’s gaze getting darker and darker, like two eyes that have been unchanged for thousands of years, but above the dark magic sword in his palm, there was an indescribable terrible sword meaning.

The first twelve swords have been exhausted.

And next.

The one who should have struck was the legendary Thirteen Swords of Death.

Yan Thirteen’s face was as heavy as water, and with a low sigh, he held a sword in his backhand and stabbed it out at a strange and indescribable angle.

“And take my sword!”

The sword light is gloomy, like a poisonous dragon, like cold electricity, like a flash of evil light, like a flower of death……… A cold and merciless breath of death burst out in an instant.

It was as if even this square world was silent.

Kill thirteen swords.

This strange sword technique seemed to be just for killing.

Especially this thirteenth sword.

If the first twelve swords are still sword moves, then this thirteenth sword is already close to the Tao.

A flower of death is budding.

Facing this thirteenth sword, even if it was as arrogant as Su Liu, his eyes were slightly solemn.

Only to see the light in his eyes flicker, as if he was serious, the Tianshui Sword in his palm suddenly bloomed with a brilliant and dazzling divine light.

This sword, like clear light, like a flowing cloud, like a frightening hong, like a dragon, changes in a thousand ways.

In the end, it became one, turned into a divine light, and flew straight to the place where Yan Thirteen’s sword was the most powerful, the sword light was the strongest, and the killing intent was strongest.

“Lone Nine Swords, Broken Sword Style!”

A sword flew to the stars, coming through the air.

This thorn, as fast as a meteor chasing the moon, as fierce as thunderbolt purple electricity, when it crossed the void, it actually exploded with a thunderous explosion!

The lonely nine swords, breaking the world’s ten thousand swords! Clang!

A sword is at stake, and all laws are broken! The Brilliant Divine Radiance tore through the dark sword light.

The Thirteen Swords of Death were broken by Su Liu’s sword.

Yan Thirteen’s face was pale, and the palm of his sword was also trembling slightly, but there was an unprecedented sense of pleasure in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse.

“Come again!”

“I’m not defeated!”

With a low roar, Yan Thirteen raised the long sword in his hand and slowly stabbed a sword at Su Liu at a slow and extremely strange speed.

This sword has neither the subtlety of the moves nor the terrifying momentum.

Even a third-rate swordsman who had just entered the jianghu had to produce a sword much faster than this sword.

However, it was this extremely slow sword that made the great masters such as Yue Yue and Wei Wuya all change their faces, and even a little shock appeared in their eyes.

“This… Is it the fourteenth sword!? ”

“After the thirteenth sword, there is even a fourteenth sword!?”

If the thirteenth sword just now is still a flower of death with buds waiting to be released, then this fourteenth sword is already a blooming mandala flower.

It symbolizes death and destruction in its purest form.

This sword has already reached the extreme of the world’s kendo.

Even if it was Su Liu, there was a bit of emotion in his eyes.

In the original work, Yan Thirteen was under Xie Xiaofeng’s point to realize the fourteenth sword.

Unexpectedly, after today’s battle with Su Liu.

Yan Thirteen actually broke through the battle and realized the fourteenth sword on his own.

“Good value for money”

“Good swordplay!”

At this moment, as arrogant as Su Liu, he couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.

Looking at the dark sword light that slowly passed, like an ominous poisonous dragon, Su Liu’s wrist shook and directly scattered the Tianshui Ten Square Sword in his hand.

Facing this fourteenth sword.

Su Liu finally got serious.

“As a sign of respect, poor Dao defeats you as a swordsman!”

The words did not fall, only to see Su Liu’s eyes ruolang xing, raised a slender white palm, and gently shot at the void, and whispered in his mouth: “The sword is coming!” ”