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0681, Exchange Meeting (10)

 Asuka immediately rolled and dodged. At the same time, he picked up three white balls between his fingers and threw them on the ground in front of him.

Bang.

Dazzling white light.

Immediately, three plumes of smoke rose instantly, covering half of the arena.

This is a deception method often used in Jie Peng Ninjutsu.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

Amidst the sound of the sky breaking, several kunai burst out of the air and struck in front of Master Sanjue.

"You have a small skill, but you dare to do the same thing."

Amidst the sneer of the Sanjue Taoist Priest, the long sword in his hand slashed horizontally and vertically, with freehand movements, and flew several kunai directly. .??.

At the same time, he gently brushed his short coat with his left hand.

It is also impolite to come and go without reciprocating.

A dozen tiny flying needles shot out of the air in an instant, covering everything within ten meters on the opposite side.

The flying bird, invisible in the white mist, slashed with a short sword in its hand, blocking six or seven flying needles. At the same time, its feet kept changing its position to avoid the remaining flying needles.

While moving, he threw four more shurikens in succession.

The Sanjue Taoist Priest sneered, still moving gracefully, and wielding a blue soft electric frost sword, which was airtight, like a phantom. With several changes, he easily knocked away the opponent's hidden weapon.

At the same time, he lifted up his left palm, slowly contracted it, and inserted it under his left armpit, then rotated his palm and pushed it out suddenly.

boom!

A strong wind surged out.

The wind in the palm is like a strong wind.

In an instant, all the white smoke on the stage was blown away.

Waiting for the moment when the blue bird reveals its figure——

Tsk tsk tsk.

Dozens more flying needles shot out of the air.

Clang!

The sword in Asuka's hand is unsheathed.

The long sword rotated, turning like a disk in the palm of the hand, blocking the flying needles with a small tinkling sound.

At the same time, three more "thunderbolt smoke bombs" were thrown.

boom.

White mist surged across the arena again.

The flying bird figure appears again.

"The clown who hides his head but shows his tail."

Taoist Master Sanjue sneered, and struck out another palm,
The wind is like a mountain and pushes all the fog out.

This moment.

call out.

The figure flashed.

The bird was flying in the air, flying down, flying into the sky and slashing down with a sword.

Taoist Priest Sanjue chuckled, and took a step back to the right, avoiding this extremely powerful sword with ease.

The moment the flying bird landed, he slashed upward with the long knife in his hand, drawing an arc of light, and rushed within one meter of the Three Jue Dao, launching a close-quarters attack.

The Sanjue Taoist Chang's steps were light and graceful, avoiding the slashes. At the same time, he stabbed out with the blue electric frost sword in his hand. The sword divided into nine flowers and exploded with a cluster of cold light.

Shining like stars in the dark night.

Ding ding ding ding.

Swords clash.

A continuous metallic chirping sound suddenly sounded.

Clusters of golden sparks exploded in the sky, like fireworks blooming in an instant, fleeting.

The hand-to-hand exchanges at this moment were all done at a fast pace, and the speed exceeded the limit of ordinary people's naked eyes.

Ended in an instant.

The figure of the flying bird flew back and staggered to the ground.

He leaned his sword on the ground and looked up at Taoist Priest Sanjue in astonishment.

There were dark red blood stains on the left shoulder, right abdomen, and right leg.

The close-range short attack that he was proud of failed to block the Daxia Taoist priest's sharp sword that penetrated every hole like mercury pouring down the ground.

Blood kept pouring out.

The severe pain made Feiniao's whole body tremble slightly.

He didn't understand how his nearly invincible cutting skills in Jie Peng's country could be easily broken by a random Taoist priest who didn't know where he came from.

In comparison, the mental blow was far more unacceptable than the physical pain.

"I thought that the so-called Holy Land of Jie Peng Sword Dao was so clever, but it was just a clown in name only."

Taoist Master Sanjue has a very venomous mouth and is constantly mocking.

He is irritating his opponent.

Make the opponent lose their mind in anger and attack again.

In this way, you can take the opportunity to kill it.

Asuka was really furious.

With a clang, he thrust his short sword into the ground.

The right hand slowly reaches back.

He held the handle of the red sword.

This is the knife Takuno Kumagawa gave him in the aisle.

A demonic sword.

The moment his palm touched the handle of the knife, Asuka felt an unprecedented aura.

This knife seemed to have a will of its own, and a joy of brutal killing poured into Asuka's body along the handle.

He looked up suddenly.

His eyes were already as red as blood.

Clang!

The long sword is unsheathed.

The long and narrow blade, which looked like it was made of condensed blood, released a strange and evil red mist, which spread instantly.

"I kill you."

The birds roared.

Draw the knife.

Cut horizontally.

Visible to the naked eye, a crimson sword light shot out of the air and submerged the entire arena.

"What?"

Taoist Priest Sanjue instantly realized something was wrong.

The moment the opponent drew his sword out of its sheath, he felt an extremely evil aura coming towards his face.

And this knife at this time!

This is beyond human power.

He instantly celebrated his victory and leaped up like a wild goose, passing by the red sword light that struck him horizontally.

But just then——

A flower before my eyes.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of him as if teleporting.

The birds, covered in red light and mist, were like demons emerging from the lava of hell, exuding an aura of destruction.

The demon sword in his hand seemed to be burning.

Cut it out with one knife.

The Sanjue Taoist Master remained calm in the face of danger, forced a breath of Qi into his Dantian, and gathered all the power into the green soft sword in his hand.
, one move [Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate] stabs directly.

This is a lose-lose approach.

"Jiejiejiejie."

A strange, non-human laughter came from Asuka's mouth. He held the green soft sword with one hand and squeezed it hard, melting the handle in his palm.

At the same time, the demon sword slashed horizontally again.

The blade has already cut into the waist of Taoist Master Sanjue.

"My life is at an end."

This thought came to Taoist Priest Sanjue's mind.

He is not afraid of death.

What I'm afraid of is having such a good opportunity, but not being able to avenge my brothers and masters.

Even if he is dead, he will not have the face to see them.

However, when all thoughts were lost, the sharp pain between the waist and abdomen did not come.

I just felt a strange force coming from far behind me, pulling me out of the desperate situation and landing under the ring.

Wait for him to stand firm and look again.

However, he saw Jiepeng warrior Feiniao, who had no appearance of a living person at all, his whole body was covered in red and burning, and he stood there like a demon from hell.

His palm also turned into a red animal claw, and little by little he shaped the soft cyan sword that he had taken away into a metal ball and threw it away.

"I can still fight..."

How could Taoist Master Sanjue lose this game and want to jump onto the ring, but as soon as he activated his Qi, he suddenly felt his body was about to burst. Not only was the Qi in his body disordered, but there was also a strange and terrifying force.

It was running through the meridians, and the pain wherever it passed was like a sword being stabbed. My vision went dark, and I almost fainted.

Taoist Priest Sanjue almost broke his teeth.

But I couldn't even lift my feet.

His body swayed, and finally he fell to the sky.

Several staff members quickly came over to support him, put him on a stretcher and carried him to the rest hall.

The long face of the Three Absolute Paths is as gray as death.

I just feel that I might as well die in the ring. To survive such a miserable defeat is really a shame for my ancestors.

At the same time, there is still a huge question.

In that moment of life and death, what happened to that power that appeared without warning and saved him?


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