"Sword Intent!"

"Knife intention!"

The two monks watching the battle exclaimed in unison. Although they said different names, the shock on their faces was exactly the same.

"Pity!"

After the shock, Brother Cui, who was dressed as a scholar, couldn't help but sigh. If Zhang Jiu's right arm had not been broken, he might not be able to compete with Yan Potao with his tyrannical sword intent.

However, now that Zhang Jiu's right arm is broken, what can he do even if he understands the intention of the sword?

"not necessarily!"

However, the monk on the side did not agree with his point of view. Instead, he said: "Brother Cui, look at this Jiu's left-hand sword..."

"Hey, this left-hand sword is actually sharper than rumored!"

Just as Brother Cui was speaking, in the whirlpool of the void, Zhang Jiu's left-hand sword had already struck Yan Potao's head from an incredible angle.

At the same time, a green sword shadow shot out from Yan Potao's head, turning into a rainbow and rolling towards Zhang Jiu.

However, Zhang Jiu's fighting style at this time was different from when he fought with Jiang Xiaobai. Even though the Qinghong transformed by the flying sword was already in front of him, the Tang sword he struck at Yan Potao remained unchanged.

It was as if he wanted to die together with Yan Potao.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! He is still like this!"

Yan Potao cursed three times in his heart that he must be damned, but he had to withdraw his flying sword to intercept Zhang Jiu's Tang Dao.

He didn't expect that Zhang Jiu, who was now a step behind him and even missing an arm, would dare to fight like this!

At this moment, Yan Potao was not only angry, but also involuntarily recalled the "tragic experience" of more than thirty years in his mind!

"Damn, a complete lunatic!"

…

It’s a long story, but everything happened in a short moment.

When the flying sword came flying towards him, a cold light flashed in Zhang Jiu's eyes. Tang Dao no longer chased Yan Potao's head, but took the initiative to meet the flying sword.

"Qiang!"

After a crisp sound like the clash of gold and iron, Zhang Jiu stood up with a knife in his hand and stood above Yan Potao in the air, his expression neither angry nor angry.

But the flying sword that was slashed by Tang Dao let out a cry at this time, turned into a blue light again, and flew back to Yan Potao.

"hiss!"

"hiss!"

The blue light dissipated, and when the flying sword fell into Yan Potao's hand, the two monks watching the battle couldn't help but take a breath, because there was a gap the size of a peanut on the blade of the flying sword.

"Zhang Jiu's sword intent is so terrifying!"

For a moment, the two of them couldn't help but look at each other, with deep fear in their eyes!

"My cold light sword! Damn it, Zhang Jiu, you actually destroyed my magic weapon!"

Although the Cold Light Sword is only a top-quality magical weapon and not a magic weapon, it is also Yan Potao's beloved object that he has practiced for many years. How could he not feel distressed when it was cut open by Zhang Jiuyi's sword at this moment.

However, facing Yan Potao's angry shouts, Zhang Jiu turned a deaf ear and instead whispered: "What a pity!"

Although Zhang Jiu's voice was low, except for Jiang Xiaobai, all of the people present were powerful men who had forged the golden elixir, so how could they not hear his whisper.

For a moment, several people had different expressions.

Although Yan Potao became increasingly angry, Brother Cui couldn't help but think that Zhang Jiu was too arrogant!

In their opinion, although the sword intention is powerful, it only makes Zhang Jiu qualified to fight against the Jindan monks. Zhang Jiu wants to use this sword to kill Yan Potao, what else is it if he is not arrogant!

Only Jiang Xiaobai, who had played against Zhang Jiu many times, truly understood the meaning of Zhang Jiu's words.

If Zhang Jiu could have struck the sword just a moment later and waited until the sword light was closer. Based on Jiang Xiaobai's understanding of Zhang Jiu's sword intention, the sword just now would have completely destroyed the Hanguang Sword, not to mention cutting it in two.

, instead of just a gap like now!

"If you dare to destroy my magic weapon, no one can save you today!"

While speaking, Yan Potao stretched out his hand and patted the door against himself, and a small sword glowing with blue light flew out from his head and landed in his hand.

"magic weapon?"

Jiang Xiaobai's eyes narrowed slightly, and Zhang Jiu couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.

"Dingshui Sword! He even took out the magic weapon. It seems that Yan Potao is really angry!

It's also Zhang Jiu's unlucky situation, not long after Yan Potao got the flying sword, he unexpectedly ran into it!"

As he spoke, Brother Cui waved his folding fan slightly, as if he had anticipated the outcome of the battle between the two.

"Come and die!"

Yan Potao roared angrily, and with the movement of the magic formula, two water dragons, one large and one small, roared out from the fixed water sword and rushed toward Zhang Jiu in the air. The fixed water sword's size increased dozens of times and turned into a dragon.

A huge water sword thirty or forty meters long followed the two water dragons and struck Zhang Jiu.

"Water Dragon Yin?"

Although these two water dragons flew out of the Water-fixing Sword, Jiang Xiaobai still recognized at a glance that Yan Potao was using the "Water Dragon Song" magical power. However, what surprised him a little was that

, the realm of Yan Potao's "Water Dragon Song" seems to be inferior to his own. Not only are there three fewer than his own, but even the condensed water dragons are a little less charming, and even the scales on the water dragons are a bit dull.

Light.

"break!"

In mid-air, looking at the two water dragons roaring towards him, Zhang Jiu had the same thought as Jiang Xiaobai. He waved the Tang Dao in his hand, and before the two water dragons could pounce forward, there was a sword flash.

Cut it through.

"Poof! Poof!"

There were two soft sounds in a row, and the two water dragons that rushed towards Zhang Jiu were directly chopped off.

However, what surprised Jiang Xiaobai was that the water dragon did not dissipate after being slashed. Instead, with the movement of the water-fixing sword behind it, it regrouped and continued to pounce on Zhang Jiu.

"Although this water-fixing sword only has two levels of prohibition, in terms of power, it can only be regarded as average among low-grade magic weapons.

But what I have to say is that these two restrictions of water control and water stabilization are really rare and excellent for water-based magic!"

Just as the two water dragons were reuniting and taking shape, Brother Cui, who was holding a folding fan, spoke again, as if he had anticipated the scene before him.

"Roar~"

Amidst the roar of the dragon, Zhang Jiu seemed not to have expected such a turn of events, and was actually rushed in front of him by two water dragons.

However, even if he suffered this unexpected incident, Zhang Jiu remained calm. He stepped on the air with his right foot and moved three meters out of thin air. The Tang knife in his hand brought a wisp of blood and turned into a ten-meter-sized weapon.

The two water dragons slashed directly at the Dingshui Sword behind them.

Obviously, he also saw the key to the reunification of the two water dragons.

"boom!"

The bloody sword light fell into the huge water sword, exploded instantly, and turned into countless bloody sword energy, shooting out from the inside out, as if to tear the water sword turned into pieces by the Ding Shui Sword.

"Buzz..."

At this moment, a blue light suddenly flashed through the water sword. The water sword that had been blown to pieces by the sword energy actually condensed into shape again. Even the sword energy inside it was completely exploded, and was absorbed by this blue light.

Suppression is integrated into the water sword.

"You want to destroy my Dingshui Sword? Stop dreaming and die!"

Seeing the sword's light being suppressed by the Dingshui Sword, a cold light flashed in Yan Potao's eyes. Before Zhang Jiu could change his moves again, the giant sword 40 to 50 meters high struck Zhang Jiu in the air.

The water sword formed by the Ding Shui Sword was too huge. It was too late for Zhang Jiu to avoid it at this moment! However, he was not afraid. With a horizontal movement of the Tang Dao in his hand, a sword intent that could cut mountains and seas came out of his body.

It surges out and merges with the Tang Dao in your hand!

"cut!"

The bloody sword light reappeared, and facing the huge water sword falling from the sky, Zhang Jiu could not dodge, but faced it hard!

"puff!"

With the blessing of the sword intention, the Tang sword in Zhang Jiu's hand finally broke through the blue light outside the water sword, and he broke into the water sword.

"Go to hell!"

Seeing Zhang Jiu break through the water-fixing restriction and enter the water sword, Yan Potao was not surprised but happy. With a pinch of the magic formula in his hand, a cold light flashed from the water sword and silently went around Zhang Jiu's body.

Behind him, the sword turned into a water-fixing sword and was about to slash at his left arm!

At this moment, Jiang Xiaobai saw clearly that the huge water sword in mid-air was not the body of the Dingshui Sword, but was formed by condensing the water vapor essence out of thin air with the Dingshui Sword as its core. It was just the Dingshui Sword.

The water sword and the water vapor essence condensed into one, making it almost invisible. If Yan Potao hadn't activated the Dingshui Sword body to kill people at this moment, Jiang Xiaobai would not have been able to detect it.

However, the Dingshui Sword was already behind Zhang Jiu at this moment. Even if Jiang Xiaobai opened his mouth to remind him, it would be too late. If he spoke rashly, it might distract Zhang Jiu.

"Qiang!"

At the critical moment, Zhang Jiu, like a prophet, turned the Tang Dao upside down in his hand and struck the Dingshui Sword with his backhand.
To be continued...