The best waste god

According to Yinshan Swordsman's thinking, he has lived decades longer than Nangong Haotian. Even if he starts to practice after being born, his inner strength will not be as strong as his own.

However, Silver Fir Swordsman's wishful thinking is doomed to fail. Nangong Haotian has only been practicing for two years, but what he cultivates is not ordinary internal strength cultivation, but spiritual cultivation formulas! !

Even if the results obtained in just two years are not comparable to decades, the strength and purity of the power of chaos far exceeds the internal strength of all people.

"It's you who let go!" Nangong Haotian didn't give in at all, the power of chaos met the internal power of Yinshan swordsman, almost like a tiger descending the mountain, breaking through all the defenses in an instant.

"How is it possible?!" The silver fir swordsman was shocked, and his true spirit retreated steadily. This was simply not the kind of scene he had imagined. What kind of monster is Nangong Haotian?

"Choke—" There was a violent explosion, and the silver fir swordsman barely escaped Nangong Haotian's lore move by rolling on his donkey, and managed to hold the silver sword in his hand, otherwise he would be ashamed up.

"Okay, the fifty moves are up, you two stop!" Master Fa Ming immediately shouted when he saw the two separated.

However, Nangong Haotian and the silver-clothed swordsman did not shoot vertically, and fought together again in an instant, with sword lights flying in the field, horses writhing, and fighting fiercely.

Master Fa Ming had no choice but to shout again: "One hundred moves is the limit."

At this moment, Nangong Haotian and the silver-clothed swordsman fought with each other seven or eight moves, each move was a fatal attack, even the air was pushed away a lot, the fog was gone, only the noise of the clothes and the sword made by the two of them fighting There is a clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang.

Liu Qianwen, Wei Xiaoying, and Aunt Shan watched it carefully. Every time they saw Nangong Haotian was almost hit by the Silver Fir Swordsman, they became more anxious.

It's not that Nangong Haotian can't dodge a lot. In his opinion, since he can dodge with the smallest movement, why waste so much energy?So it seems that Nangong Haotian escaped at the most dangerous moment, which is very dangerous.

And they also knew that in previous fights, Nangong Haotian was usually able to defeat the opponent within one or two encounters or a few moves.

Now, when he met this world-famous master swordsman, the Silver Shirt Swordsman, he fought fifty or sixty strokes without a clear result, and Nangong Haotian seemed to be in a very dangerous situation.

The three of them were worried that Nangong Haotian must be the one who would suffer if they rushed to fight like this, because they felt that Nangong Haotian would lose to the silver-shirted swordsman in terms of skill and experience.

If you let them know what Nangong Haotian is thinking, I don't know if they will feel dumbfounded!

What Nangong Haotian was worried about was not when the fight would continue like this.Worried about whether the Demon Slayer Dragon King is invisible nearby.Now, the sword style in the first half of the secret book has been fully displayed, and sometimes even one or two knife styles are added.

However, Nangong Haotian could also see that the silver-clothed swordsman had already used up all the sword styles he could perform.

Now, both of them have figured out the way of each other's swords, and, under such circumstances, neither side dared to make strange moves, for fear of revealing their flaws and inviting suicide.

There are only two ways to win, and there is absolutely no guarantee of winning, one is to use the new sword style in the second half of the cheat book just obtained.The second is to use it - Starfall! ! !

However, Nangong Haotian always believed that the demon dragon slayer king was secretly peeping, and he would rather believe that the old demon was hiding nearby.People like Master Fa Ming and others came to Langsha mightily, and it was impossible for him not to spy on them secretly.

"Take your life!" Just when he was showing hesitation, he suddenly heard the Yinshan swordsman shout angrily, the sword in his hand changed suddenly, and he slashed at the front of him with a move of Heavenly Sword Slaying Dragon.

Nangong Haotian snorted coldly, stomped his foot on the ground, retreated three feet away, stood still, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and suddenly had an idea: since you can't hurt you with a sword, then use your true energy to grind you to death!

Just do what you want, the power of chaos surges, Shenyuanjing trembles, Nangong Haotian has already tried his best to beat every trace of the power of chaos in his body to his hands.

After feeling that he had gathered enough energy, Nangong Haotian stretched out his hand and sucked up the water in the sea, roaring like a water dragon, rushing towards the two of them in a hurry.

At the same time, with a flick of his wrist, the Nether Dragon Slayer Sword swayed, and countless bright sword flowers danced. The surrounding water seemed to be extremely hot, and all of it turned into mist. Be clear about what's going on.

Silver Fir Swordsman was also startled. He didn't know what Nangong Haotian was doing. There was water mist all around him. He felt that his eyes were greatly affected, and it was difficult to see the situation ten feet away.

Moreover, the sword made of deep-sea cold iron in his hand became his burden, and instantly condensed the water mist approaching him into ice slag, which not only greatly affected his movements, but also slowed down his speed a lot.

At this time, he finally knew what Nangong Haotian was thinking, but it was too late to go out, Nangong Haotian didn't give him a chance to escape from the fog at all.

Nangong Haotian's move was shocking. He used the heat of the Nether Dragon Slayer Sword to turn the water into mist, while the Yinshan Swordsman's sword was cold, so it would condense into ice when it met water. At this time, he looked completely naked. There was a thick layer of ice ripples, and the lips were also a little pale.

But it's easy to say, but difficult to do. If there is not enough power of chaos to support it, how can it be possible to absorb thousands of pouring water from the sea hundreds of meters away?How could it be possible to use the Nether Dragon Slayer Sword to turn the water into mist?

All of this was done perfectly when Nangong Haotian had enough true energy, but after using this trick, he also felt a burst of emptiness in his body, and the consumption was too great!

But Silver Fir Swordsman is not much better. On the one hand, he also needs to guard against Nangong Haotian's attack. If not, not only would he lose the match, but his reputation would also be ruined.

"Hey, look, that's the famous Silver Fir Swordsman in Jianghu, he's really awesome!"

"Yeah, it's awesome. It's said that the last time I fought against a rising star in the martial arts world, Nangong Haotian, I knocked out the sword I had been using all my life. I couldn't even hold the sword steadily. It's really the first time. Swordsman!"

Thinking of this, Silver Fir Swordsman held back, he couldn't give up his sword, swordsman - regards the sword as life, the sword is with people, and the sword is dead! ! !

But it is precisely this point that makes Silver Fir Swordsman enjoy a feeling he has never had before.That's what death feels like! !

Nangong Haotian also happened to think of this point before he dared to use this trick. He wanted to save face and suffer. This is a common problem of so-called chivalrous Taoists.

At this moment, the battle between the two has completely turned into a competition of sword moves. There is no internal strength, no true energy, and it is all a real competition of swords and strength.

The chivalrous people around were terrified, and suddenly Nangong Haotian stabbed Yinshan Swordsman's throat with his sword.

Nangong Haotian's body has become extremely powerful after being warmed and tempered during the body-building period of the waste-turning-spirit art, and it is no exaggeration to tear tigers and leopards alive. The bigger the fiercer, the sword is deadly, and the soul is summoned.

In contrast, the Silver Fir Swordsman is much more embarrassed. He was born as a swordsman, and he rarely dabbles in other aspects other than the sword. Except for some palm techniques, other things are not worth mentioning, so once he loses Losing the sword is equivalent to losing his left and right arm, and now he is cornered by Nangong Haotian.

Now he very much hoped that the one hundred tricks stipulated by Master Faming would arrive soon, otherwise he might lose face and go to his hometown today. He didn't expect Nangong Haotian to be so difficult to deal with.

"One hundred tricks have arrived, please forgive me for offending me." Just when Silver Fir Swordsman was in a dilemma, he suddenly heard Master Faming outside the field and shouted loudly.

Amidst the shouting, a golden light pierced into the fighting circle.

Nangong Haotian was about to stab the Yinshan swordsman's throat with a move, but seeing that Master Faming made a move, he was startled. Looking at the Yinsha swordsman who was less than one meter away from him, he gritted his teeth suddenly, and raised the Nether Dragon Slaying Sword with both hands, Swing down with all your might.

"Booming——" the surrounding air was extremely oppressed, and they were forced to disperse in all directions crazily. All the people watching the battle were overwhelmed by the powerful force of dispersal, and some were even forced to retreat a few steps Only then did they stand still, and they all looked at Nangong Haotian's shocking blow in horror.

There was no magnificent surge of true energy, no strong infusion of internal energy, but only the overwhelming power of that move, which quickly pressed down the blade of the Nether Dragon Slayer Sword.

The Silver Fir Swordsman was taken aback. He didn't expect Nangong Haotian to have another move. He hastily blocked the sword in his hand horizontally, and at the same time poured all the last trace of internal energy into it, filling the whole sword with blood. Divinity, the desperate blow of the two! ! !

"Boom—Zizizi—ding—" The red heat of the Nether Dragon Slayer Sword met the coldness of another Jianhan Iron Sword, and there was a piercing sound accompanied by a ding that opened the world. Nangong Haotian and Yinshan The swordsman stopped in an instant, and everyone around them also opened their mouths, staring at all this in a daze.

After 1 minute, a click brought back everyone's thoughts, the Nether Dragon Slayer Sword and the Cold Iron Sword both broke, and the mouths of the people around them could almost swallow a duck egg.