Chapter three hundred and eighty eight: two swords
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For a moment, an inexplicable fear seemed to feel a bit of chill from head to toe from head to toe. At the same time, at the same time, my mind flashed the image of the dream.
Roaring, it seems to devour his body and mind--
Can't forget, the sudden omen of sky cracking!
Can't forget, the poor and evil sky demon!
I can't forget, that time that the family was destroyed!
"Escape, fast escape, the farther the escape, the better, never look back ..."
The cry of heartbreaking, like crying in your ears, will never disappear.
He listened to this shout, staying away from his homeland, and he came to the barren continents and came to Nanshan. He had lost everything and tasted the painful taste of falling from heaven to hell.
Forever darkness.
Now, Liang Qiufeng is gradually getting rid of the shadows of the past and going towards the new life;
But the omen of the sky is reproduced, and the demons of the sky are reproduced. Do they want to deprive everything that they will be deprived?
No, never!
Liang Qiufeng raised the sky with a long scream, flying high from the carriage, the sword of injuries appeared, and his sword rose up. He rushed towards the tall and powerful figure.
"No!"
Xue Yixuan and Yang Wudi were in the same way and screamed anxiously. In their opinion, even if they were all joined forces, I was afraid that it would not be enough to slap the other party.
At this time, Liang Qiufeng rushed over, which was tantamount to moths.
After the cooperation competition of Kui Shouting, after dealing with the old elders' side -by -side battles, after the storm of this road, a rare emotional emotional emotion has been precipitated with each other. No one wants to see anyone.
"Do you have to die again."
Yang Wudi gritted his teeth -his original ax was destroyed. He could only hold a spare product to battle. Xue Yixuan was equally unambiguous.
go.
"If you must die, I hope to die by him ..."
Deep in the heart, such an idea came abruptly. But it did not shake.
People are in the air and keep closer to the distance. The true appearance of the demon is a bit weird. Needless to say, people stand up and down, grow up and down, and grow a sharp thorns.
On the top, the appalling blue light flickered, and it seemed to contain toxic.
Look at it again, but its skin is exposed in multiple places.
Its pair of giant eyes, big loud lanterns, just a dead silence in the pupil. It looks like two stones that are not angry.
No angry?
Yes, it feels like this.
No matter the monsters, or anything else, even if it is an outside world, as long as it is a creature, it will definitely appear angry.
However, now this behemoth is not.
Xue Yixuan felt the weird one, but there was no way to think about too much. I could only try to keep up with the rhythm of Liang Qiufeng.
This time, she has been studying the combination of two swords in her mind for several days. She has been simulating it over and over in her mind. In her imagination, it has been refined over and over again. As long as it is successfully executed, it will definitely be a perfect blow.
Such a blow may not be enough, but as long as she and Liang Qiufeng use it together, Xue Yixuan will feel that she has no regrets in this life.
"boom!"
The giant creature swept its left arm across the face without any emotion.
This arm is really thick, like a tree trunk as thick as a big bucket. It is swept directly without any changing skills, but both the strength and speed are beyond imagination, breaking through the void, making strange sounds, and with a...
A suffocating breath hit Liang Qiufeng.
"Draw out the sword!"
Liang Qiufeng felt Xue Yixuan coming from behind and shouted without thinking.
He drew his sword first, in a horizontal sword stance, focusing on defense. Because Xue Yixuan was right behind him, and they had developed a rare tacit understanding through the combination of swords many times, Liang Qiufeng believed that the other party would not let him down.
Draw your sword!
Xue Yixuan was waiting for this moment, and whoosh, the sword sharpened its edge and struck out a wonderful arc.
In no time, the huge arm had already swept over and struck the "Horizontal Sword Style".
In past battles, Liang Qiufeng had used the "horizontal sword stance" many times. This sword stance was the only one among the eight swords of Yongzi that was purely defensive. The long sword was held horizontally across the chest, like an iron chain across the river.
, like a huge mountain blocking the road, insurmountable.
This is a trend!
The situation turned into a dragon, and the true energy poured into the sword actually condensed into a dragon, which was tangible and intangible, with substance and without substance. It raised its head and roared faintly, emitting a dragon roar.
This is a stubborn and unruly scream with no retreat!
——Some people can be killed, but they will not give in to the fear in their hearts.
Sweep your arm, click!
One attack and one defense, the two absolute forces collided together, making a heartbreaking cry, and time and space seemed to stop for a moment.
laugh!
A sword light from behind cut through the stillness in time, and struck sharply on the arm.
The style of this sword is very different from Xue Yixuan's own swordsmanship. The core essence of the "Nine Transformations of Fish and Dragon", the unique skill of the Yulong Sect, lies in the word "change". If it does not change, how can a fish become a dragon? If it does not change, it will lose its power.
the foundation of law.
However, with this sword strike, Xue Yixuan completely gave up on her own swordsmanship and characteristics, as if she was starting over, or changing her ways, which contained the decisiveness of risking her life to survive.
After the two swords joined forces along the way, Xue Yixuan was greatly influenced by Liang Qiufeng. Liang Qiufeng was like a whirlpool, always attracting and changing the people around him inadvertently.
What has changed is not only the pursuit of kendo, but also personality.
Chi!
The tip of the sword touched the huge wrist, and the sword exploded, accurately and sharply cutting off a large piece of flesh and blood, along with some white bones.
Suffering this blow, the giant creature didn't seem to be in pain. There was no fluctuation in the expression on its face. It was just a heavy blow caused by the sweep. The force field momentum in it was like a gap in the majestic and vast lake water, and the lake water poured out.
When it came out, flaws were revealed.
The flaw was exposed, his momentum was defeated, he was under great pressure, and he was about to collapse. Liang Qiufeng, who was bombarded to a pulp, suddenly felt his whole body loosen and relieved. He was on the verge of death again. Although the horizontal sword style
It is extremely defensive, but when the difference in strength between them is too great, the sword force is in danger of being crushed. This is an unavoidable result even in mission parrying.
"Draw the sword again!"
Suppressing the restless zhenqi in his body, Liang Qiufeng shouted again - after the sword strike just now, it was considered a test, and he had an understanding of the overall strength of this giant. Although it was powerful, it seemed to lack a kind of roundness and agility.
To put it bluntly, he is just like a soulless puppet.
Not absolutely invincible.
So Liang Qiufeng wants to strike again, and join forces with Xue Yixuan to strike again.
"good!"
Xue Yixuan answered simply. Whoosh, she rushed to Liang Qiufeng's side, landed with him, and stood side by side, so close to each other.
The two swords were raised at the same time, their lengths were different, but the fighting spirit and sharpness condensed on the swords were the same, just like the two people standing together holding them.
The next moment, the wind blows, the dust rises, and the sword comes out!