my goddess school flower

This time, the old man didn't make a rash move again, but Ye Qingling was in a position of invincibility. She didn't know why her speed suddenly doubled. She only knew that she was in very good condition now. He jumped up and rushed towards the old man again.

The old man stepped back several steps in a row, and drew out the big sword behind his back.

This big sword is 1.2 meters long, has no sharp edge, is as wide as a palm, and has a dark body. There are eight relatively uniform circular grooves on it, with large loops and small loops, both on the front and back.

With the epee in hand, the old man was obviously much more powerful.

However, due to the great loss in speed, even an epee couldn't resist Ye Qingling's Qianshou.

Ye Qingling is known as the Thousand-handed Poison Guanyin, she can not only fold thousands of hands, but she can strike dozens of palms in an instant, dazzling people, just like Shura's quick slash, you resist this, but you can't resist that.

Bang bang bang... bang...

The old man was slapped on the back by Ye Qingling again, and a black palm print appeared.

The old man looked angry and swung his sword backwards.

Ye Qingling has already moved away quickly.

But what Wang Ziqiao and Ye Qingling couldn't think of was that just when Ye Qingling avoided the slash of the heavy sword, the giant sword trembled slightly, and a shuttle-shaped sword suddenly emerged from the blade of the giant sword. The small sword, with two pointed ends, was inlaid on the giant sword before, split from the crack, and arrived in an instant.

Ye Qingling was shocked, and moved sideways quickly, but the small sword still cut through the shirt on the shoulder, bringing out a line of blood.

As soon as the little sword passed through, it rushed out more than ten meters, and the void spun for a moment. As the old man's epee moved, the little sword seemed to be attracted, and returned quickly, hitting Ye Qingling's back.

"Be careful!" Wang Ziqiao encountered this kind of weapon for the first time, and a burst of mental power spread out, shaking the little sword away from its original trajectory.

But the little sword drew an arc in the air, returned to the old man's side, and stuck to the heavy sword.

Choo Choo Choo……

As the epee danced, three small hollow swords shot out in a series. The small swords were different in size, split out from the ring-shaped fine lines, and revolved around the old man with afterimages, making it impossible to stop.

Ye Qingling's body was as light as a swallow, like a feather, dancing up and down, and slapped the little sword flying with both palms from time to time, but it was impossible to attack the old man again.

This epee seems to be able to control four small swords, and the four small swords are flying in the air. Even compared with bullets, the speed is not much slower. There are countless sword shadows, making it hard to guard against.

"What kind of sword technique is this?" Wang Ziqiao was surprised.

But the old man sneered: "My Nine Swords have been forged for more than ten years. They are made of a magnet from the sky. Only now have I been able to fight against the enemy. Today I will let you experience and see how powerful the Nine Swords are!"

The old man raised the epee, his arm trembled, as if internal energy poured into the epee, and four hollow swords flew out of the epee in succession.

These four swords can no longer be called small swords, the largest one is only one size smaller than the epee, and it is especially hollow.

At this time, the epee also became hollow, and its weight was greatly reduced.

The seven hollow swords and one solid shuttle sword separated from the epee flew rapidly around the big sword and the old man, giving people a mysterious and magical feeling.

Choo Choo Choo……

Under the protection of so many flying swords, it is impossible for people to get close to the old man, let alone attack in close quarters.

Following the shaking of the old man, the eight swords whirled for a while, and shot at Ye Qinglingbiao at the same time.

Ye Qingling no longer had the intention to continue fighting, and quickly dodged backwards.

But although her speed is fast, it is not as fast as these swords. They are thrown by the old man with internal force under inertia, and all of them are comparable to hidden weapons.

Ye Qingling didn't pay attention, and was hit by two swords in a row, and the figure of the old man followed closely in front of her, swung the epee and stabbed at Ye Qingling.

Ye Qingling has no place to dodge, front, back, left, and right are all swords, unless she pierces upwards, or sinks into the ground.

But burrowing into the ground is impossible, and taking off into the air will be much slower. In desperation, she suddenly stopped and sternly shouted: "Go!"

She spread her arms, and the afterimages of her arms shook, and instantly turned into phantoms of ten arms, striking out in all directions.

bang bang bang...

The phantom of the eight small swords was actually grasped by her arm, and the heavy sword in front was also grasped by her hands.

The old man frowned, and let out his internal energy, which diffused out through the heavy sword.

boom!

Ye Qingling's chest seemed to have been hit hard, and she was sent flying backwards.

And just when the old man tried to chase and kill him again, his face suddenly changed.

flop flop...

A total of eighteen spiral-shaped cone guns suddenly drilled out from under the old man's feet and around him.

The eight under the feet are straight up, pressing against the old man's lower body, and the ten around are inclined to the middle, pressing against the old man's waist.

This is something no one would have imagined.

If the old man had prepared in advance, he might be able to escape with his advanced cultivation, but at this time he couldn't figure it out.

Even so, the old man avoided the vital points and lifted his body up as much as possible, but the eighteen ground cone guns completely covered his legs.

flop flop...

Like a spear, it penetrates directly.

"what……"

The old man let out a scream, and wanted to continue lifting his body, but his legs were completely pierced, as if imprisoned in a thorn cage. The more he moved, the more painful he was. He also threw the epee on the ground, holding the awl with both hands Gun, panting one after another.

The ground cone gun was naturally made by Prince Joe, and he was very good at timing.

At this time, he didn't dare to go forward, but used his mental power to control the old man's main sword, and quickly moved towards him.

However, when he moved the main sword, the other small hollow swords also rushed towards him.

So scared that Wang Ziqiao hurriedly controlled the main sword in the void about ten meters away from him, those small swords stuck to the main sword one after another, and even returned to their nests automatically, Wang Ziqiao dared to move the big sword in front of him, He grasped the sword body.

After feeling it for a while, this big sword is not as heavy as imagined, it weighs no more than a dozen kilograms at most. Looking at the fine lines on it, each circle is a sword, and it is extremely finely crafted.

"Sword!" Wang Ziqiao sighed, pinned the big sword on his back, and looked at Ye Qingling.

Ye Qingling was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, lying on the ground, trembling.

Seeing Wang Ziqiao looking at her, Ye Qingling turned cold, and hurriedly struggled to fight, saying: "If I die, you will die too!"

Wang Ziqiao walked up and smiled: "Not necessarily? If I kill you now, you have no power to fight back. How can I miss this opportunity?"

Ye Qingling sneered: "Then you have a try and see which of us will die first!"

Seeing Ye Qingling's cold and resolute gaze, Wang Ziqiao hesitated. In the end, he couldn't afford to gamble. With a long sigh, a healing spell fell on Ye Qingling...