fairy tales

Chapter 738 Exit (1)
Early winter, early morning, frost all over the sky!
The cold wind, the bitterness, soaks the heart!
Location: In the primeval forest, in front of the thatched cottage.

The frost is freezing, and there are thousands of frost streaks, which are as bright and dazzling as crystal clear.

At this moment, there are many shadows of the sword, tearing apart, making the void sound like hunting, dust is flying, broken trees and fallen leaves are flying all over the sky, and the ground is trembling slightly, I can see two figures moving quickly in the forest like a streamer, as light as a floating light, faster than The lightning, in an instant, has swept nearly a hundred meters away.

Wherever they passed, it was more like a tornado sweeping through, gusts of strong wind erupted from the place where the two were constantly confronting, and the majestic and rebellious energy ravaged the mountains and forests.

Rows and rows of forest trees fell continuously and then were cut off and smashed into the void. The ground was trembling violently, trembling as if it was overwhelmed.

The few remaining winter birds in the forest screamed and flew away. The beasts that left their nests in the early morning to find food also ran away in panic.

"Crash!"

A sword shadow split the void, the long sword was as sharp as a rainbow, shining brightly.

This is a sword?No, it's a stick.

Rumor: There was once a kendo master who said that if you have a sword in your heart, everything in the world, every flower, every grass, every leaf, and every tree can be transformed into a gentleman in the army—a sword, your opponent can become your own sword, even yourself can become a sword.

There is a sword in the heart, there is a sword nowhere, but there is a sword everywhere.

The wooden stick has already turned into a sharp long sword. With one strike, the long sword pierces through the void like a rainbow piercing the sun. Only a cold snort can be heard. The eyes of the young man holding the sword are as dazzling as pearls, and the long hair is even more dazzling. Dancing frantically, he stabbed quickly.

Three eyes?No, that's a beauty spot on the forehead!
Xu Haoxuan was holding a wooden stick, the shadow of the sword was heavy, he quickly pushed forward, the long sword pierced out quickly, and the shadow of the sword enveloped the other boy like a cage, faster than lightning.

The boy is none other than Fu Xiaotian.

He has a serious complexion, cold eyes, and his right hand is touching a jet-black dagger at his waist, that dagger exudes evil spirits like demon light, Fu Xiaotian looks at Xu Haoxuan's smiling face but with high fighting spirit, He sighed deeply, but let go of the dagger with his right hand.

The dagger is his weapon.

Let go of the weapon, and Fu Xiaotian has been shrouded in thousands of prison sword shadows.

There are many sword shadows, changing into thousands, and the rays of light are assembled into a circular sword formation with a diameter of ten meters. In the middle of the circular sword array is Fu Xiaotian.

"Thousand Fantasy Xuanyue Slash"!
This sword formation is exactly the "Thousand Fantasy Xuanyue Slash", after 49 days of painstaking training, Xu Haoxuan has been able to use this kind of sword formation flexibly, and even realized some sword skills from it.

"Hey! Xiaotian, you finally fell into my hands today, and you are responsible for today's food." Xu Haoxuan appeared, standing proudly outside the sword array, with the cold wind blowing, his long hair fluttering, a powerful Energy emanates from the body, really has the temperament of a generation of masters.

(End of this chapter)