Chapter 221 Piaoyu Mian Needle (Three) Second Update
"Seven Steps of Killing God"
Just as Wen Chongxiang was knocked away, Piao Rushuang's figure flashed strangely, and her figure gradually became blurred in everyone's sight. Her figure quickly re-entered the terrifying gaze.
Just now, she was more than ten meters away from Wen Chongxiang. In this moment, she had reached a place that was only one meter away from Wen Chongxiang, who was flying backwards. Her pretty face showed a solemn look and her lotus feet were light.
Stepping in the air, I stepped into the air step by step, with a graceful figure without losing a sharpness.
"Bang!!!"
Every time Piao Rushuang's lotus feet took a step, the blooming chrysanthemum sword soul in Wen Chongxiang's dantian actually made a slight explosion, and three light sounds came one after another, one more louder than the other.
The chrysanthemum sword soul trembled violently.
"boom!"
Wen Chongxiang's body slammed heavily on the ring not far away, and his head suddenly became dizzy, which made him feel even more shocked that the chrysanthemum sword soul trembled for several times, and the petals seemed to be about to shaking.
It shocked him.
"Piaoyu Mian Needle!"
After Piao Rushuang took three steps into the air, her graceful figure suddenly stagnated, and her beautiful eyes still seemed so calm, calm to a point that it was a bit scary. This was also the limit of her strength. If she had reached level seven
Swordsman, then she can take seven steps in a row, and the lethality is far beyond what she can match now. Suddenly, the Meihong Sword in her hand shot out the three long rainbows again, but this time the target was directly aimed at it.
Sky.
Just when everyone was surprised, these three red, orange and yellow rainbows turned into drizzles and drizzled down from the air. The coverage was limited to the area above Wen Chongxiang's head.
"This is Sword Rain!"
Everyone exclaimed in surprise. Wen Chongxiang, who had not yet come back to his senses from the attack just now, noticed the strangeness around him, and his figure jumped quickly. In this moment, he saw the dense rain of swords.
It has actually dripped on him.
He didn't care much about it, and his face suddenly became quite ugly. At this time, these sword rains transformed from sharp sword energy were like handfuls of sharp needles, and they ignored his interception in the middle.
, one drop after another, it kept falling on the body of the chrysanthemum sword soul.
"Sizi,!"
In an instant, the moment it touched the sword soul, it made a sizzling sound, and it turned into a sharp and terrifying sword energy and launched a powerful attack on it one after another.
"Seven-step God-killing Art!"
"Piaoyu Mian Needle!!quot;
"Piao Rushuang, Piao Zhenyou, she is the young lady in the Mysterious City!" At this time, there was a sword king-level cultivator in the sky above the arena, staring at Piao Rushuang's extremely exquisite
His face, after thinking for a while, he suddenly said in horror.
"What, she is Piao Zhenyou's daughter!"
Before he finished speaking, he was like thunder in the ground, and echoes sounded among the crowded crowd below. Each face had a ray of incredible feeling, and most people's eyes were filled with a faint fear.