Three hundred and twentieth eight chapters kill Xiantian
"Whoosh..."!
The sound of sharp swords piercing the air suddenly sounded, and the exciting sound echoed in their ears, making them uneasy.
However, the two of them were not ordinary warriors after all. Even though the fog was thick and they could hardly see their fingers, the Wind Discriminator was not weak at all.
The sword claws glowed together, and a dazzling light was released from their bodies. Yu Yineng's sword and Zhang Heng's steel claws both exploded with full force at this moment.
"Ding ding ding..."
Countless sounds of gold and iron clashing erupted in the thick fog. At this moment, the three spiritual weapons had already exchanged hundreds of blows.
Zhang Heng's heart suddenly moved, and that familiar feeling came to his heart again. He immediately opened his throat and shouted sternly: "Second Young Master, be careful."
Yu Yineng was startled. Hearing Zhang Heng's blood-curdling cry, he felt a faint chill in his heart.
Be careful? Be careful about what...
Just when he was extremely suspicious, there was a slight chill on the top of his head, and a surging force surged over him.
Almost without thinking, Yu Yineng shouted softly, raised his sword in his hand, and blocked the incoming spiritual weapon.
"when……"
There was a loud noise, and the huge force was like a mountain crashing down, almost making him unable to control the long sword in his hand. What made him even more horrified was that he clearly sensed that this blow was not
Rong Kaixuan's long sword was instead a powerful blow from Zhang Heng beside him.
Just judging from the power of this blow, we know that Zhang Heng went all out and held nothing back.
"Uncle Zhang, what are you going to do?" Yu Yineng roared loudly and flew back, immediately far away from him.
Zhang Heng was speechless and said: "Second Young Master, I asked you to be careful..."
Yu Yineng was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe. Do you want me to be careful about your attacks?
Another sound of breaking wind flashed by. It was Rong Kaixuan's long sword. Under the cover of thick fog, it was like a poisonous snake lurking in a dark corner, looking for the most suitable opportunity to inflict fatal blows on the enemy.
Yu Yineng did not dare to neglect, and swung his long sword to block the sword. At the same time, he spread his body skills, followed the direction of the sword, and chased Rong Kaixuan.
This kid is as cunning as a ghost. Before he showed up, even the three innate experts were helpless against him. However, after all, he only had a master-level cultivation. Once he appeared next to them, Yu Yineng would not let him go.
Rong Kaixuan hurriedly retreated. Yu Yineng chased him for a few steps, and they came to Zhang Heng's side.
Zhang Heng listened carefully, his eyes were slightly bright, and the steel claws in his hands grabbed it silently. Although the two innate experts could not see, they still had a seamless feeling when they worked together.
"Ding, ding ding ding..."
The sound like flowing spring water echoed softly, and Rong Kaixuan's eyes were bright and sparkling. Even in such a dense mist, these eyes seemed to be filled with endless energy.
The sword light in his hand circulated and he used all his strength under the attack of the two innate strong men.
Each small point was punctured by his sword light. Every time a key node was missing, the pressure he endured became smaller and his control over the situation increased.
The sword light and claw shadow in front of him suddenly disappeared, Rong Kaixuan's sword light flashed, and accompanied by Zhang Heng's angry and unbelievable roar, the powerful steel claw once again fell towards Yu Yineng's head.
"Be careful." Zhang Heng's face changed drastically. He bared his teeth, gritted his teeth, and roared heartbreakingly: "Here we go again..."
Yu Yineng took a breath of cold air. He sat down on his horse and raised his sword to resist.
The voice of Hongren's mind rang loudly, and the steel claws and the long sword collided fiercely together again. The two powerful innate experts felt that the true energy in their bodies was surging, and they almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
Although Yu Yineng is the strongest member of the new generation of the family and has been promoted to Xiantian at a young age, he has a bright future. However, Zhang Heng is not a weakling either. He has been promoted to Xiantian for more than 20 years. Although he is limited by his talent, he still has a bright future.
He has not been able to reach the later stage, but his true energy is stronger than his artistic ability.
Only because of his wonderful art skills and mystical swordsmanship can he be evenly matched with his opponent in head-to-head collisions.
"Zhang Heng, what exactly do you want to do?"
Yu Yineng's eyes widened. Although Zhang Heng's face could not be seen in the thick fog, the resentment in his heart became stronger.
Zhang Heng suddenly froze, and he faintly heard the strong murderous intention contained in this angry shout. Although he is a powerful innate expert, no matter in terms of status or future development prospects, he has
Far from being comparable to artistic ability.
Feeling panic in his heart, he quickly shouted: "Second Young Master, I can't help myself."
Yu Yineng was startled, and in the next moment, countless thoughts ran through his mind. What on earth was Zhang Heng doing? Could it be that he had secretly hooked up with Rong Kaixuan, and that was why he plotted against his uncle and nephew.
However, this thought only flashed across his mind and then disappeared.
Because he suddenly remembered Hanyasen's inexplicable sword that injured Mao Guangliang during the martial arts competition. Hanyasen at that time was so similar to Zhang Heng at this time.
He shuddered slightly in his heart. This Rong Kaixuan was not only able to change the half-step of the innate sword power, but now even the truly innate strong men were controlled by him like puppets on a string. How reversible was this?
God's power.
"Uncle Zhang, this guy's swordsmanship is weird. Let's work together and we can't let him get away no matter what today."
"Yes, Second Young Master."
If a mere division level warrior has such appalling combat effectiveness, what terrifying heights will he reach when he is promoted to Xiantian?
Upon thinking of this, these two innate strong men immediately put aside all distracting thoughts and rushed toward Rong Kaixuan like crazy tigers.
The innate strong men can already release their true energy and communicate with the world. They all have a vague feeling that if they cannot kill Rong Kaixuan under this situation today, then what awaits them in the future will be death.
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At this moment, they had even forgotten about Yu Zonghao who was trapped in the fog. There was only one thought in their hearts to strangle this terrifying young man before he could fully grow up.
"Ding, ding ding..."
Every collision between sword and sword, sword and claw seems to bloom countless beautiful flowers, forming an indescribable beautiful scenery in the dense fog-shrouded jungle. However, in this scenery, it is full of indescribable things.
An unparalleled chilling atmosphere.
"Second Young Master, be careful, I'm afraid my claw will turn again."
"I know, Uncle Zhang, don't use too much force."
"Hey, this claw didn't turn."
"Uncle Zhang, be careful..."
"Hey, Second Young Master, it's your turn to hit me this time."
From time to time, the shouts and roars of the two innate experts came from the thick fog. Although they were careful enough, at the most critical moment, they found that no matter how hard they tried, they could not control the direction of the spiritual soldiers.
Fortunately, they were already prepared for these magical changes, so they haven't suffered any injuries yet.
Rong Kaixuan's brows furrowed. The strength of the innate strong man was indeed extremely powerful. His newly learned swordsmanship was already used with all his strength, but it could only cause the two of them to be temporarily confused. Let alone kill them on the spot.
Even if one of them is seriously injured, it is still a matter of strength.
There is really a huge gap between the cultivation level and the innate realm at the mid-term master level.
Sensing the images from many special spirits in his mind, Rong Kaixuan clenched his silver teeth. He knew that even though he had arranged the means in advance and successfully assassinated Yu Zonghao, and let the eight spirits work together to besiege one person,
But it still couldn't trap him for too long.
If he couldn't make a quick decision, then he would have to retreat today.
Heartbroken, Rong Kaixuan reached out and took out a skull from his body. He waved it casually, and countless whirlwinds swirled out of the skull, and made a strange "woo-woo" sound.
When this sound suddenly appeared, both Yu Zonghao, who was trapped in the center of the thick fog and entangled with the eight spiritual bodies, and Yu Yineng and Zhang Heng, all felt a chill in their hearts and confusion in front of their eyes. It seemed that
They entered a completely unfamiliar environment. What was even more frightening was that their sanity was greatly affected at this moment, and they were actually in a trance for a moment.
However, the strength of the innate strong ones was unfathomable, and they soon woke up.
However, in just this short moment, Rong Kaixuan had already climbed up. The long sword in his hand moved along fixed curves, leaving countless light and shadows in the void. These light and shadows formed blossoming flowers.
The stars visible to the naked eye were rumbling and crushing towards Zhang Heng.
Persimmons must be pinched softly. At this time, Zhang Heng had been slightly injured. Although the injury was not fatal, it was far from what he could be compared to when he was in his prime. Moreover, under the influence of the eerie scream of the skull, he suffered
The impact is undoubtedly the greatest.
Rong Kaixuan, whose mind was outside his body, was not affected by the thick fog at all. To him, the presence or absence of these thick fogs made no difference.
Therefore, he clearly "saw" the confusion and dullness in Zhang Heng's eyes. This was undoubtedly his best opportunity.
"The Star Tempering Sword Technique... is broken."
At the moment when the sword light fully bloomed, a small air flow condensed around Rong Kaixuan's body. This air flow followed the endless sword light in the void and rushed down. However, in the fierce and unmatched
Under the cover of the sword light, its weakness does not seem to exist.
Zhang Heng's heart suddenly trembled, and a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart.
At this critical moment between life and death, he finally came to his senses.
Although there was a strong man of the same level around him, he felt like he was alone in a desperate situation. With a loud shout, Zhang Heng waved the steel claws in his hand, forming a light and shadow like a copper wall.
"Ding ding ding..."
Countless stars were shattered, and the immense power of swordsmanship was not inferior to the innate strong man in desperate struggle.
However, even this powerful Star Tempering Sword Technique cannot truly break through the huge energy Zhang Heng released after being pushed to the extreme.
When a person is forced into a desperate situation, he can often exert abilities far beyond his own limits.
At this time, Zhang Heng deeply felt the threat of death. His eyes were red, his energy exploded with all his strength, and he unleashed an unprecedented powerful blow.
In this blow, he even had a vague magical feeling that he could break through.
However, just when he blocked the rain of swords pouring from the sky, a strange force suddenly broke out.
"boom……"
The steel claw in his hand suddenly paused, and was actually broken open by the blow.
Between those countless points and lines, there was a huge gap. A sword light flickered through it strangely, and passed by Zhang Heng's throat.