One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 84 Fighting Zhang Xianke
Seeing Zhang Xianke draw out the two spears behind his back, Song Yun chuckled lightly and held the hilt of the sword with one hand.

"I haven't played against the peak master yet, today is just a good time to practice my hands."

"Practice?" Zhang Xianke's face was stern. "My two spears are a killer move. I stabbed to death no less than ten masters and possessed people. If you can't handle it today, you will die!"

As soon as the words fell, he released his Gang Qi, rolled up a large amount of sand and stones under his feet, and blew towards Song Yun's face door.

Eyes blinded by grains of sand, the two guns followed closely behind.

The body of the gun was mixed in the dense sand and dust, like two dragons breaking through the waves, swift as thunder.

The tip of the spear was as sharp as a light, and two points of cold light shot out, and the fierce aura pierced Song Yun's cheek with pain.

Following the two guns was Zhang Xianke's soaring aura, violent and majestic, like a mountain pushing across, crushing everything, forming a terrifying oppressive force.

The strong wind howled, blowing Ge Bu's white robe endlessly, and the wooden door of the hut behind was blown heavily against the wall, making a loud bang.

At the same time, with a clang, the bronze long sword was unsheathed, and Song Yun moved!
Under the attack of the strong wind, the white figure was erratic and agile, without any sense of stagnation.

A ray of blue light, condensed but not scattered, broke through the wind and sand in the sky, and was precisely positioned on the left spear.

Zhang Xianke's face changed slightly, and suddenly he felt a powerful force pressing down on the gun head, forcibly stopping the stabbing momentum.

"This guy... Martial arts entered the country too quickly!"

Amidst the roar of anger, he turned his left gun, changed from rigid to soft, and climbed onto the bronze sword like a poisonous snake, entwining it non-stop, restraining it.

The right gun turned, and it was another angry stab in the air.

They also ran towards Song Yun's head.

A full-strength shot of the master's peak at close range can't be stopped by any protective energy.

However, the next moment, Zhang Xianke's face changed again.

The bronze sword held by the left spear just now disappeared suddenly!

"Where's the sword?"

Song Yun retracted his hands, his body flickered, and he moved four feet across in an instant, allowing the short spear to only hit an afterimage.

After two consecutive hits missed, the two-gun attack stagnated, and Song Yunren disappeared in front of his eyes.

Zhang Xianke immediately became alert, and a strong sense of crisis quietly emerged.

"Danger……"

The bronze long sword has resurfaced, and it cut across an arc silently, slashing towards his neck.

Killing Sword - Cutting the Deer's Neck!

The killing sword energy was silently activated, and instantly broke through the collar of the neck guard, aiming at the inner armor inside.

Zhang Xianke broke out in a cold sweat, quickly moved the two spears back to the front of his body, held the bronze long sword, and at the same time retreated violently, trying to distance himself.

Song Yun performed "Heavenly Ghost Escaping the Sky", and followed him like a shadow, relentlessly chasing after him.

The sword qi sizzled, drawing invisible cut marks in the air, and accompanied by the flickering blue light, forming waves of continuous slashes.

The offensive and defensive momentum has been reversed.

Zhang Xianke missed the initiative and was immediately attacked by Song Yun like a storm.

Sword energy filled the sky, pouring down like a torrential rain.

The two spears could only swing back and forth, block left and right, and collided with the bronze long sword continuously, making intensive clanging sounds.

After a few breaths, Zhang Xianke received seventy or eighty blows, and his hands were numb from the shock.

The others were also caught off guard, and went all out, swinging their guns in a circle and throwing them away, the dense shadows of the guns joined together, forming a copper wall and an iron wall to block him.

Amidst the booming sound, Zhang Xianke jumped more than ten feet high, stepping on the sandy ground to create a big hole.

The two guns flicked their tails like giant pythons, smashing down one after another, with unparalleled vigor, as if even mountains could be smashed with guns!

The aura of the Grand Master's peak soared to the extreme, this blow seemed to cover the sky, under the shadow of the violently trembling gun, the nearby light was dimmed by three points.

However, Song Yun was also ready.

With the bronze long sword lying in front of him, his eyes glowed with a strange red light, and the experience of fighting again and again flashed in his mind.

From the first kill with a sword at the beginning, to massacre soldiers, kill generals, behead thousands of people, behead ten thousand people...

The violent murderous aura raged out, the murderous sword aura continued to condense, and the stern red light appeared and disappeared from time to time.

In the end, it turned into the most unpretentious, but most powerful move——

Armor cut.

One sword breaks ten thousand armors!Cut off all enemies in front of you!

When the sword comes out, thousands of troops tremble, and the great general bows his head!

If Zhang Xianke's spear is as fierce as breaking mountains and cracking rocks.

That Song Yun's sword power is to kill Wushuang in the world!
The long sword slashed horizontally, like the wind and thunder, and brazenly met Zhang Xianke's two spears...

There was an extremely sharp loud bang.

There seemed to be a thunderclap in the air, and the wind was like a huge wave, scattering the billowing dust in all directions.

In Anxi City, except for two old soldiers who were in the innate realm, everyone covered their ears in pain, and could only hear the buzzing sound.

The next moment, the left gun in Zhang Xianke's hand was split into two, a cut appeared in the middle of the gun barrel, and the upper half fell directly to the ground.

The right spear blocked the bronze sword, but the sharp sword energy passed through, cutting Zhang Xianke's Mingguang armor with a crack, revealing the close-fitting soft armor inside.

The gun and the sword were pressed against each other tightly, motionless, and the scene fell into dead silence in an instant.

Zhang Xianke looked down at the half of the gun barrel on the ground, his face became ugly.

Song Yun held the sword in both hands, stared at the very embarrassed Jiedu envoy, and said with a half-smile: "Stop fighting?"

"...Why did your sword suddenly disappear and then appear again?"

"Unique skill, hidden swordsmanship."

"Hmph." Zhang Xianke stepped back half a step, and pressed the cracked armor on his body - if it wasn't for the inner armor inside, it would be very dangerous for him to strike this sword.

He leaned over and picked up the half-cut golden short gun on the ground, and looked at the smooth and even cut, his pupils shrank slightly, as if he still had lingering fear.

An earth-level middle-grade treasure gun can be cut off by a single sword!
This is not just as simple as the sharpness of the bronze sword, the lethality contained in the sword move is even more frightening!

If this slash was carried out, he would be split in half instantly, including his body and armor.

Only top-grade or even top-grade rare treasure armor can block such a sharp sword energy.

Zhang Xianke took a deep breath, looked up at Song Yun, and said in a deep voice:

"Under the Martial Saint, you indeed have few opponents, but how do you plan to deal with the Martial Saint?"

Song Yun laughed, "I hit you, but I haven't used the power of luck yet!"

Zhang Xianke's face was slightly stiff, but he saw a blackened and broken jade brick in the opposite hand.

The next moment, Song Yun took advantage of the wind to rise up, soared straight up, hung in the sky, and lowered his head to look down.

The imposing manner was released, like a vast ocean, enveloped from the air, Zhang Xianke felt the heavy pressure instantly, and his pupils contracted again.

Martial Saint, this is definitely the strength of Martial Saint level!

It feels like Song Yun will be suppressed to the ground with one palm, this is a cross-boundary suppression!

The Jiedu Envoy was immediately moved, he exclaimed, raised his head and asked:

"Using the power of luck to directly become a Martial Saint? You, how did you do it?"

"Unique skill, luck technique." Song Yun said with a smile, "How about it? Is it qualified to build a country?"

Zhang Xianke nodded silently, his chest heaved and fluctuated, he was greatly shocked, and his breathing became much faster.

(End of this chapter)