The figure stagnated slightly, and suddenly, he felt the roar of the wind behind him. A sneer flashed across Chu Xiaohui's handsome face, and he lightly played with the strings with his fingers. In the blink of an eye, his tall and straight body turned into a ghostly figure.
.
"Let's see how long you can hold on!"
Chu Xiaohui, who was flashing at extremely high speed, said secretly in his heart, with a sharp look in his eyes.
After a while, the hatred that was a little out of control and consumed a lot of energy finally gave up the boundless offensive. After a moment of breathing, he stared at Chu Xiaohui coldly and said, "Why don't you hide? It seems that you are not only powerful, but also
With this effort in escaping, I will definitely be able to stand proudly among our generation."
"Does Mr. Chu still want to stand there and serve as a target for you?"
The other party's extremely mocking sarcasm made Chu Xiaohui secretly angry and said sternly.
"Sword song!"
His fingers gently fiddled with the strings several times, and suddenly, dozens of sharp sword energy flew towards the opponent.
"boom!!"
Another thick black mist enveloped him in time. These sharp sword energy collided with the black mist almost at the same time. Suddenly, the roaring sound was endless, and the terrifying power contained in it made Hatred retreat.
A few steps.
"Hey! Why is it that the sword orchid like a rainbow that I slashed with all my strength was not as good as the random strike of the sword? That means that the layer of black mist cannot completely offset the energy of the sword." The opponent's subtle changes cannot be avoided at all.
Chu Xiaohui's eyes.
Almost instantly, a scene emerged in his mind of the scene where the sword orchid like a rainbow he had used with all his strength was easily melted by the layer of black mist. There was a big gap between the power of the sword song now.
As everyone knows, Qing Shang is a divine harp, and the power it emits is certainly not comparable to that of his broken sword that can be bought at a street stall. No matter how high his skill is, he must have a correspondingly powerful magic weapon, so that he can
Can maximize the display of power.
If so, how much power would be produced if the two sword energies collided? In an instant, a thought that had never occurred before suddenly appeared in Chu Xiaohui's mind. Suddenly, the strong rancid smell hit his nostrils again.
"not good!"
Chu Xiaohui was shocked. The scene he was most worried about happened. He saw Hatred floating quietly in the air only about ten centimeters away from the table. His long black hair was waving gently in the wind, covering him from time to time.
His cold and arrogant handsome face.
Extremely thick black mist continuously emerged from his body. From the focused look on his face, it was not difficult to guess that this was a desperate move by the other party.
In the black mist, there was only an extremely vague figure.
"Well,,"
The bursts of extremely violent rotten odor constantly challenged the nerves in Chu Xiaohui's heart, and he suppressed the slightest bit of strangeness in his body. Suddenly, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
"The Sword Explosion of the Sword Song!"
Luck's remaining body power was almost all concentrated on the fingertips of the five fingers of his right hand. In an instant, a severe pain came over him crazily. Although, after the series of fierce battles just now, a lot of power was consumed, but these remaining
Skill is not something that can be easily contained by five fingers.
Chu Xiaohui gritted his teeth and plucked the strings heavily. Suddenly, five extremely terrifying thick sword auras flew towards the blurry figure wrapped in thick black mist like five wild dragons.