The ancient sword Yunming separated the opponent's water arrows one after another. An Nianjiu quickly closed the distance between the two sides and struck directly at the middle door with one swing of his sword.

The surging water ball in Lian Ying's hand suddenly transformed into the shape of a sword. The water sword was placed in front of him, blocking the visible sword with the invisible sword.

An Nianjiu originally thought that she could successfully suppress the mystic sorcerer after she got close to him, but the long sword made by Lian Ying with the mystical water was not weak at all when fighting her at close range, making her realize what was happening before her.

They turned out to be aliens who practiced both secret arts and martial arts.

"A member of the Xi tribe?" At this moment, An Nianjiu noticed that Lian Ying's long lake-blue hair was unusual, and the sword moves he used were elegant and agile, and his footwork was also unpredictable and unpredictable, unlike what was recorded in the Huangwu Sect's Martial Scripture Pavilion.

Any kind of martial arts in Central China.

At the moment when she was shocked by the identity of the other party, the water-shaped sword in Lian Ying's hand suddenly changed. Two streams of water surged out from the middle of the sword body and wrapped around An Nianjiu's hands respectively.

Secret arts and martial arts can complement each other! A terrifying thought popped into An Nianjiu's mind. The breathtakingly beautiful Xi tribe woman in front of him not only could freely use two methods to fight with herself, she could even use wind and thunder like Yu Yanzhi.

Switch seamlessly between swordsmanship with completely different styles!

The invisible water suddenly tightened around her hands, forcing her to put her arms together in front of her. In order to prevent the other party from taking the opportunity to take away the Yunming ancient sword, An Nianjiu's not very flexible right hand prosthetic also assisted her left hand in holding the sword.

handle.

But Lian Ying obviously planned to get rid of her and then seize the sword. While restraining An Nianjiu's hands with the secret water flow, he decomposed the water-shaped sword again and transformed it into more than ten water arrows suspended around the body.

"Goodbye." A low-pitched syllable came out of his mouth, Lian Ying waved his hand and fired water arrows.

An Nianjiu gritted her teeth and glared, her long scattered hair suddenly moved without wind, the water ring that bound her hands suddenly broke, and the water arrows flying in front of her also dissipated into nothing. She endured the severe headache and struggled to move the ancient sword cloud

Ming's sword edge was sent in front of Li Ying.

Lian Ying, who still didn't understand what this incident meant, hurriedly used secret techniques to gather a solid water barrier in front of him, trying to block An Nianjiu's sword power. However, just like the previous binding water ring and those water arrows, the protection

The water cover disintegrated on its own the moment the ancient sword Yun Ming approached.

"This is..." A look of panic finally appeared on Liao Ying's fair face.

An Nianjiu's eyes were as determined as before, and he stabbed the long sword into Li Ying's chest and twisted it hard.

Seeing the blood spurting out in front of the opponent, she breathed a sigh of relief. She was so exhausted that she could no longer hold the hilt of the sword, and knelt down on the ground: "Spirit Control: The Source of Ten Thousand Arts... is lifted."

At the moment when his hands were bound by the current, An Nianjiu made a decision in his heart and left the last spirit-controlling technique that his spirit could support to the "Heart Source of Ten Thousand Methods" that originally belonged to the ancient sword Can Xue Yibai. Because in the spirit-controlling

In the face of the heart source of all kinds of techniques, all the secret techniques are in vain, and all the offensive and defensive means that Lian Ying relies on the secret techniques also come to nothing.

With a "poof", blood that was much colder than ordinary human blood splashed on An Nianjiu's face. She looked up in shock and saw Lian Ying pull out the Yunming Ancient Sword inserted in her chest with her backhand.

How could this happen... An Nianjiu's mind went blank. She had clearly aimed at a vital part, and the twist after piercing it should have destroyed the opponent's heart.

"The position of the Xi tribe's heart may be a little different from what you imagined." Lian Ying held the ancient sword with his bloody hand and whispered to An Nianjiu.

Anger shone in An Nianjiu's eyes, and in the next moment she jumped up from the ground and rushed towards Yan Ying, a sharp short blade popped out from the upper part of her right prosthetic limb.

Even though the hearts of the Xi people are different from those of ordinary people, the sword she just struck must have seriously injured this person. Maybe there is still a chance now... This thought stopped abruptly in An Nianjiu's mind, because she clearly heard the other person's voice.

A desperate chant from his mouth.

"The art of controlling spirits·The Vajra is indestructible."

The short blade hidden in the prosthetic arm stabbed into the blood-covered chest of Yuan Ying, piercing the red robe but unable to penetrate another half inch. An Nianjiu roared from the bottom of her throat, but her strength changed due to the spirit control technique in Yuan Ying.

It was like being completely consumed in front of an iron wall.

Lian Ying punched An Nianjiu in the chest. The weak and slender fist was now like a hammer under the blessing of the indestructible Vajra. An Nianjiu spit out a stream of blood foam from his mouth as he flew backwards.

"This time is the real end...Xiliu Sword - Whirlpool Cloud." Lian Ying turned around gracefully like a stepping dance step, and the long sword hidden under his sleeve once again wielded a decisive sword skill.

Lian Ying's sword emitted a cross cyclone that was invisible to the naked eye. Not long ago, she used the same trick to kill Wei Yihui, the leader of the Desolate Sect's Konglan Sect.

An Nianjiu, who was lying on his back, managed to hold himself up with his hands. Severe pain like bone cracking was felt in his chest, and a desperate cross cyclone was reflected in his eyes.

After all... nothing has changed?

…

At the same time, Zhong Ling abandoned the front yard of the hospital where the others were.

Teng Antong and Teng Yining stood side by side, looking warily at the young man wearing the Yunzhongjian uniform who appeared in front of them.

"Le Zheng Longhua." Although Teng Yining felt unbelievable that Le Zheng Longhua would appear here, she would never mistake this face.

"Escaped from the villa?" Teng Antong frowned.

Lezheng Longhua showed an unruly smile, raised his hand and threw two long swords in front of them: "The two sect leaders don't seem to have brought their ancient swords with them, but this sect leader was fully prepared before coming.

, Only in this way can we compete with the two of you openly."

Recognizing that the two long swords were Canxue Yibai and Qinghuan Changfeng, the ancient swords inherited by the Huangwu Sect, the two Teng sisters changed their expressions at the same time.

"How could Zongzhu Wei's sword be in your hand?"

"Of course I snatched it." Yue Zheng Longhua said as he pulled out Emperor Zhan, the sword's bloody light was even brighter than before, "But to be honest, I don't like these anymore. The reason why I still keep it is just because I want to

I just destroyed them with my own hands during the duel."

Teng Yining silently picked up the ancient sword Qing Huan that was close to him, caressed the sword and murmured: "I was the one who said that I would follow Sect Master Liu's method to save this man's life, but I finally made a big mistake. Wei

Senior...I'm sorry..."

"If you're sorry, let's save it for later. Let's deal with this guy first." Teng Antong had already grasped the ancient sword Canxue.
Chapter completed!