It was like a fleeting lightning flashing in the night sky. As soon as the sword light left the scabbard, it twisted out, as if it was slow and fast, like a poisonous snake coming out of the cave. The shaking black shadow made people puzzled its trajectory.

In the distance, many warriors with sword wounds on their bodies suddenly turned pale. They were all defeated by this sword. The cold feeling of suddenly being bitten by something in the cold darkness in the depths is still lingering in their hearts and cannot be dissipated in a short period of time.

Sword drawing?

Xu Hao glanced at him and saw the origin of Zhao Youran's sword-like style.

He has the ability to remember everything he never remembers, and has long brought all the martial arts secrets from the Wuxue Pavilion that he allowed to borrow into his mind. On weekdays, even if he has not practiced, he will take a look and see it when he is fine.

This sword drawing technique emphasizes the speed of being extremely fast. When drawing the sword, you often defeat the enemy with one move, which is very fierce.

Clam!

Just when everyone was nervous and worried about whether Xu Hao could take this move.

Xu Hao shook his arms and also drew his sword.

The trajectory is simple and rough, like a crazy wolf roaring, unstoppable.

Not only that, a bright thin line flows on the blade of the "Wufeng" is the extremely thin and very sharp.

A clang sound!

Zhao Youran's ice sword was cut off as soon as it was unsheathed. The sword failed. Zhao Youran's expressionless face continued to strode the tricky trajectory, and was about to draw a second move to suppress Xu Hao.

But what surprised Zhao Youran was that Xu Hao took the lead in launching an offensive.

“Counter-trend!”

Although the "Hundred Steps Flying Sword" is a complete martial art, it is also derived from a high-level martial arts. In addition to Xu Hao's own understanding and evolution, he has long achieved an effect of being superior to being superior to being superior to being superior to being superior to being superior.

Although the "Wufeng" is heavy, it is not clumsy. Xu Hao has long mastered this weapon very skillfully. Suddenly, the sword light entangled a black shadow wave and counterattacked from the void to disintegrate Zhao Youran's body.

Zhao Youran took two quick steps and avoided the attack of "counter-trend". The ice sword swam and swept away, drawing a hissing and sharp sound, trying to take the initiative again.

Xu Hao's eyes flashed, and his left hand was placed on the hilt of the sword. He held his hands together and waved vigorously. Suddenly, the black shadows shook out a series of sharp energy, stacked and exploded within a very small range, killing Zhao Youran in front.

"Sure enough." Facing the mighty sword force flowing across the opposite side, Zhao Youran's heart was filled with a grief.

He guessed it well.

This kid's swordsmanship has indeed reached a point where he has to be afraid of it.

As early as when Xu Hao and the black-blooded swordsman Feng Wuji fought, Zhao Youran had already felt something was wrong. He had already felt this fact clearly during the time of trying the sword just now.

"Do you still have to try the sword?"

Xu Hao's eyes were sharp and he said lightly.

At the same time, his entire aura continued to rise, and in a few flashes, he arrived in an instant with a sharper force.

At this moment, Zhao Youran completely restrained all his emotions and looked solemn.
Chapter completed!