After Wang Fuqiang stabilized his body, Shu Xiuxiu appeared in front of him, but Wang Fuqiang suddenly said in a deep voice: "Get out of the way!"

After Li Ji drove a sword, he held the bounced sword in his hand and did not continue to take action.

Shu Xiuxiu was scolded by Wang Fuqiang, looked at Li Ji openly, and then stood aside. With her strength, she really couldn't help Wang Fuqiang, but it might become a drag. The reason why she stood up was just a natural reaction.

Wang Fuqiang looked at his bloody right hand, then stared at Li Jikai opposite him, with a heavy face.

The previous sword is enough to prove that this little sword god is so terrible that he is probably not inferior to the fifth elder of the Tai Chi Sect.

Li Jikai also looked at Wang Fuqiang and said, "You'd better do your best, although you'll die."

Wang Fuqiang narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

Five flying swords slowly emerged and were arranged neatly in front of him.

Seeing Wang Fuqiang use five flying swords, Li Jikai nodded, and then his body disappeared again, and he brought a white red ray and directly rushed towards Wang Fuqiang.

At this moment, he seemed to be completely integrated with the sword, and the sword energy rushed directly towards Wang Fuqiang like a snow-white wave.

Wang Fuqiang swept his left hand and flew out four flying swords directly. He also carried the powerful sword energy and directly faced Li Ji's sword. The flying sword 900 miles directly soared into the sky and instantly sank into the sky.

Wang Fuqiang did not rush forward directly to the past, but took a step back, and raised his right hand and pulled it down suddenly.

Thunder roared, and the sword energy pierced the clouds and then fell down with a loud bang.

As soon as the four flying swords appeared, they were all bounced away by the long swords in Li Jikai's hand, but Li Jikai's forward figure was also hindered. In this short moment, the flying swords on the sea of ​​clouds had already fallen, carrying thunder, like heavenly punishment.

Li Jikai snorted coldly, and a light flashed in front of him, and he directly sacrificed his natal flying sword.

After his natal flying sword appeared, it soared into the sky and faced the flying sword that fell from the sky for 900 miles.

The two swords were stalemate between each other, and the entire ground was centered on Li Jikai and directly sunk downwards.

"break!"

Li Jikai made a clear shout, and his naive flying sword trembled suddenly, and the panic power of heaven instantly dissipated.

Wang Fuqiang swallowed.

So strong!

This guy easily resolved his true thunder control skills with just one sword. I'm afraid other means would be difficult to hurt Li Jikai.

Wang Fuqiang's face became more and more gloomy. The strength of this little sword god was indeed beyond his imagination. In other words, if you want to win, you either have to do magic. After all, this little sword god only practices swordsmanship, while Wang Fuqiang is just the opposite. Almost everything is involved. Win by number, or in terms of body, even if this little sword god is strong, he is just an ordinary monk. He will inevitably have the same weakness as other monks, that is, his body is not strong enough, so only when he is close to him can he have the possibility of winning.

After making up his mind, Wang Fuqiang popped out his ten fingers in a row, which was the finger of Nirvana.

After the Nirvana Finger, Wang Fuqiang did not stop at all. Palm and boxing techniques, one after another, were the secret techniques that he had practiced in the Yunling Sect over the years. The various sects were dazzling.

Wang Fuqiang fought and retreated, and directly distanced himself from Li Jikai.

Faced with Wang Fuqiang's various secret techniques, Li Jikai didn't care at all. He either drove the flying sword to break it or used the long sword in his hand to break it. He seemed calm and relaxed. It felt like he was telling others that he could do everything he could to break it with one sword.

Wang Fuqiang used almost all the secret techniques, and his heart became more and more bitter.

Sure enough, no matter how much you master the secret technique, as long as you cannot break the opponent's defense, there is no possibility of winning at all.

Although this little sword god did not use any secret defense, he used offense as his defense. As the saying goes, the best defense is offense.

If you cannot win in secret techniques, you can only win in physical strength. Therefore, Wang Fuqiang no longer retreated, but grabbed the flying sword nine hundred miles directly in his hand, and at the same time drove the other four flying swords and rushed directly towards the little sword god.

Wang Fuqiang's long sword was ahead, and he used the first sword among the three swords of Gao Chenggong.

Li Jikai watched Wang Fuqiang change his fighting style, frowned slightly, but did not change the way. Obviously, he still wanted to "break all the methods with one sword."

Li Jikai handed it out with a sword, hitting directly on the four flying swords, and then the two were in a stalemate.

The nine hundred miles in Wang Fuqiang's hand hit the back of the four flying swords, increasing its strength, forcing the four flying swords to continue moving forward, which forced Li Jikai to retreat continuously.

Wang Fuqiang did not give up, and swept the long sword in his hand directly, which was the move of Gao Chenggong's three swords.

The three swords were used almost instantly, and one sword just forced the little sword god to retreat 1 zhang.

After the three swords, Wang Fuqiang used the sword as a knife and used the Dayan Sunset Sword again, one after another, without any remaining strength.

Li Jikai retreated about ten feet, stepped on the ground with his right foot suddenly, and a roar came out of his throat. The sword energy in his hand suddenly surged and then exploded directly.

There was a loud bang, and the four flying swords that had been biting him tightly were directly knocked out.

Four flying swords were forcibly bounced away, and Wang Fuqiang, who drove the flying sword, was naturally backfired. His body trembled, and his qi and blood surged in his chest, and blood directly overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

Li Jikai's long sword could not bear the powerful force and was shattered directly. However, he had expected that the vacant straight straight sword grabbed his natal flying sword with his right hand, and then suddenly hit Wang Fuqiang's nine hundred miles.

The two long swords collided and met, directly wiping out a series of sparks, and at the same time, a series of extremely harsh iron friction sounds were made.

After a wave of agitation, Wang Fuqiang felt that his entire hand holding the sword had lost consciousness, but he still grabbed the sword tightly in his hand. Although he gritted his teeth and persisted, the blood continued to overflow uncontrollably.

Since Wang Fuqiang entered the sword energy mountains and rivers, except for the Changhe immortal Ji Changhe, there is probably only this little sword god. The key is that both of them are from Xuanyang Sect and are also masters and apprentices.

It’s okay to be bullied by the master, but now even his disciples want to bully him, which is a bit too much.

Wang Fuqiang felt ruthless in his heart, and directly swung his fist with his left hand and smashed it at Li Ji's forehead.

Wang Fuqiang is afraid of death, but at this time, if he doesn’t fight hard, he will be dead.

Li Jikai seemed to care about Wang Fuqiang's punch at all. He used his hand holding the sword again, obviously trying to make Wang Fuqiang give up the sword in his hand directly.

If a sword cultivator loses his sword, it is naturally not worth worrying. This is Li Jikai's idea, but he forgot that Wang Fuqiang cannot be regarded as a real sword cultivator at all. He just has a flying sword, and there are five more.

A person with five flying swords, if you want him, he is not a sword cultivator, no one will believe him at all.

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, Wang Fuqiang's punch hit Li Jikai's head, smashing him to the left and threw him out. At the same time, the flying sword in Wang Fuqiang's hand also came out and inserted it into the grass in the distance.

Li Jikai didn't seem to have expected that the power on Wang Fuqiang's fist was so great. After rolling around on the ground, blood flowed out of his mouth, and his face was gloomy.

Now, he was almost certain that even if he really killed Wang Fuqiang, the strong man who made his master feel afraid would never appear. Moreover, he had shot down all of Wang Fuqiang's five swords, so it was easy to kill Wang Fuqiang.

Unless the head of Xuanyang Sect secretly arranged other strong people, Wang Fuqiang will undoubtedly die today!

Making up his mind, Li Jikai shook the long sword in his hand, and he was afraid that it would change later, so he directly killed Wang Fuqiang again.

Although Wang Fuqiang had no weapons in his hand, it was not difficult to hold Jiubaili again. But if that happens, it would be like a backhand and could only defend passively.

After the previous battle, Wang Fuqiang knew very well that no defense could stop this little sword god. The only possibility of winning was to take the initiative to attack and seize the initiative.

He did not summon any flying swords, but rushed towards Li Jikai, trying to deal with the famous little sword god with bare hands.

Almost in an instant, the two of them collided directly. The little sword god stabbed Wang Fuqiang with a sword, and Wang Fuqiang directly punched the little sword god's long sword.

The fist collided with the long sword, and the long sword bent an astonishing arc, and a deep blood groove appeared directly on Wang Fuqiang's fist.

The long sword stretched straight instantly, bypassing Wang Fuqiang's fist and continuing to stab Wang Fuqiang's body.

Even if Wang Fuqiang wanted to hide, it was too late, so he simply ignored the long sword, made a fist with both hands, and punched Li Jikai's hand holding the sword. Obviously, he also wanted to knock down the sword god's long sword, and punched Li Jikai directly in front of him.

"puff!"

With a dull sound, the long sword directly penetrated Wang Fuqiang's body, and blood shot out on the spot.

"Bang!"

Another muffled sound, Wang Fuqiang's left fist directly hit Li Jikai's wrist, bent Li Jikai's entire wrist into a terrible arc. The fist of his right hand hit Li Jikai's face, slamming his entire head back, and blood spurted out directly along his mouth and nose.

However, Li Jikai did not let go of his hand holding the sword, so after he endured Wang Fuqiang's two punches, his body retreated and he also brought out the long sword inserted into Wang Fuqiang's body.

It was pierced by the sword, and it hurts. Now it was pulled out again, which makes it even more painful.

But Wang Fuqiang had no time to feel the pain. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the long sword covered with his blood directly in his hand, facing him, thus stopping Li Jikai's retreating body and punching him with another punch in his right hand.

Li Jikai was not an idiot. His retreating body was blocked and he gave up his retreating directly. With Wang Fuqiang's pulling power, he directly stabbed Wang Fuqiang at the long sword in his hand again.

In this way, Wang Fuqiang's body was first pierced by a sword, then pulled out, and then pierced by a sword, both in the same position.

Wang Fuqiang's fist also hit Li Jikai's face again. This time, both of them retreated directly, and Li Jikai finally couldn't hold the long sword in his hand and retreated directly with Wang Fuqiang's body.

While Wang Fuqiang's body retreated, he pulled out the sword's left hand, threw it out in the grass in the distance, ignoring the wound on his body, stabilizing his body, and rushed towards Li Jikai again.

He must ensure that he must stick to Li Jikai tightly and must not give Li Jikai any space to perform. Only in this way can he win.

As long as Li Jikai cannot use the secret technique, he will definitely not be as physically as Wang Fuqiang. As long as he is entangled by Wang Fuqiang, it will be difficult to win.

Seeing that Wang Fuqiang was so crazy, Li Jikai was a little panicked. If he really wanted to fight like this, let alone him, I'm afraid even his master would not get any benefits.

Of course, he also knew what Wang Fuqiang meant, so his retreating body exerted force again, trying to keep a distance from Wang Fuqiang, and at the same time, he drove his flying sword back to his hands again.

After being punched by Wang Fuqiang with his right hand, his bones were almost broken. The sword he had handed out was already at its limit, so he directly used his left hand to get the sword.

Seeing this, Wang Fuqiang's speed of advancement accelerated again, and at the same time he also drove the flying sword to fly directly towards him. He raised his hand and grabbed it, grabbed the flying sword in his hand and stabbed Li Jikai.

There is no magic trick, it is just a simple life-threatening fight, just racing against time.

As soon as Li Jikai grabbed his long sword, Wang Fuqiang had already arrived in front of him and did not give him any time to cast magic. So he could only stab Wang Fuqiang directly with the long sword in his hand, hoping to use this to force Wang Fuqiang to retreat and gain time to cast magic.

However, what he never expected was that Wang Fuqiang didn't avoid it, and he was directly beaten by himself, and he also got Wang Fuqiang's sword.

Two long swords pierced the other party's body almost at the same time.

Wang Fuqiang seemed to have no idea what pain was. He was stabbed with his body, stabbed with his right hand, and punched his left hand.

With a dull sound, Li Jikai was hit by a sword and punch. He originally wanted to use his right hand to give Wang Fuqiang a palm, but his right hand could not be lifted at all. At this time, he realized that he was indeed much worse than Wang Fuqiang in terms of physical strength.

In other words, this time the two seemed to have exchanged one sword, but in fact, Li Jikai would have to get another punch. If it really counts, it would be Wang Fuqiang who made a profit.
To be continued...