square inch kill

Chapter 109 Turn Your Body into a Sword!

The sword is in full swing!

Just now that Jiange disciple was also stunned by Fang Cun's anger, coupled with the influence of Xiaoyaozi, he wanted to completely restrain Fang Cun's sword formula, so he let out a bad breath.

Seeing that the situation was not right now, and Li Chenzhou reminded him, he didn't dare to hesitate any longer, he no longer competed with Fang Cun's swordsmanship, and the strength of the ground level was fully erupted as soon as he changed hands, the terrifying sword energy swept out, and the attack was a range of damage .

It has to be said that Li Chenzhou's idea is good, but unfortunately, he still has a little bit of understanding after all.

If he just fought like this, Fang Cun would not have a chance to refine his sword intent at all. Not to mention that it would be impossible to win, at least he would fight extremely hard, and even expose a lot of cards.

But, now, it's too late.

Holding the broken sword in his hand, he stomped his feet suddenly, and his whole body flew out like a cannonball. A sharp sword energy condensed like strength, turned into a point, and slashed towards the weakest point in the sky full of sword energy.

There is no gorgeous big move, and there is no weird and tricky angle. However, it is this seemingly foolish head that slams into the sword energy, but it is like a needle piercing a balloon. The big net woven by Qi was torn apart and fell down hard.

"clang!"

A crisp impact sound suddenly remembered, but the Jiange disciple couldn't help retreating seven or eight steps in a row, and most of the sword energy in the sky dissipated in an instant.

Until now, he still couldn't figure out why the opponent could easily break through the blockade of sword energy, and just landed the attack when he was exhausted.

This kind of attack is simply unimaginable. In fact, if he hadn't possessed the strength of the earth level, whether it is spiritual power or physical quality, it would be far more than square inches. The sword just now could not be solved by taking a few steps back.

"Sword Intent!"

His face became extremely ugly, Li Chenzhou glanced coldly at Xiaoyaozi, but he didn't say any more after all.

Even though he had repeatedly overestimated Fang Cun's talent, it was still difficult for him to convince himself that a boy of the Xuan rank could really comprehend the sword intent in such a short period of time and truly form his own sword intent.

This is simply unimaginable. You must know that even if they are disciples of the ground level, few people can understand the sword intent, and even more people, who have been practicing to the peak of the ground level, do not understand what the sword is. Not to mention comprehending your own sword intent.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have believed that a boy of the Xuan rank could really form a sword intent?
Also, how could this damn Xiaoyaozi dare to teach him the sword intent in such a way of preaching so confidently?

Of course, more is jealousy. Such a disciple is simply a genius in the sky. If he can be born in Jiange, in time, he must be the top existence in the sky!

Regardless of what Li Chenzhou was thinking, the battle on Fangcun's side did not stop for a moment.

Once the strike is successful, Fangcun is even more imposing, without giving the opponent the slightest chance to react, the sword momentum is continuous, like a river going downhill, the first sword hits the weakest point of the opponent's sword momentum, and more than twenty swords are fired in one breath. Directly suppressing that Jiange disciple, he couldn't even release a complete sword skill.

The sword is continuous!

Seizing the upper hand, the square inch is like a dragon entering the sea. The more you strike with one sword after another, the more refreshing you are, and your understanding of the sword's meaning is getting deeper.

Sword skills, to put it bluntly, are a simplification of the sword intent, in order to bring out the most aggressive side of the sword intent.

For ordinary people, it is naturally extremely fierce, but once facing a strong man who has clearly realized the sword intent, there are too many flaws.

It is not an exaggeration to say that once taking the upper hand, a strong swordsman with Mingwu's sword intent can even forcefully suppress the opponent, leaving most sword skills with no chance to release them.

Of course, this only exists in theory. In reality, those who can understand the sword intent are at least the top powerhouses in the earth ranks!If those existences want to deal with people who don't even understand the sword intent, they can be dismissed casually, so there is no need for such trouble.

Now that Fang Cun is attacking the strong with the weak, this is really the magical effect of the sword intent.

If it weren't for the fact that his strength was too much higher than the square inch, he would have died countless times.

"what!"

There was a hysterical roar from his throat, but the Jiange disciple had already been driven crazy, he had already forgotten everything, and he took Fang Cun's sword desperately in the chest, and spit out a mouthful of blood sword, desperately fighting Fang Cun at the risk of life and death up.

"Turn the sword into blood, Jiansha!"

A cloud of blood suddenly erupted from his body, and the Jiange disciple had already turned into a blood man, with a fierce light like a beast in his eyes, and his whole body was enveloped by a blood-colored sword, as if he had turned into a bloody man. A sharp sword.

Turn your body into a sword!

At this moment, a serious look finally appeared in Fang Cun's eyes.

In the previous life, the old man had warned Fang Cun that once you meet a master who can turn your body into a sword, you must be careful and never confront him head-on.

Of course, the square inch at that time was only acquired strength, and it was far from being comparable to what it is now, but the old man's words, square inch is firmly in mind.

In the previous life, except for the old man who didn't know the depth of his strength, Fang Cun had never encountered a master who could turn his body into a sword.

But at this moment, the disciple of the Jiange had managed to do this with all his might, which made Fang Cun's heart shudder, and he fixed his eyes on him.

In fact, almost at the same time, Dionysus Xiaoyaozi and Li Chenzhou also showed a hint of emotion in their eyes at the same time, and turned their attention to this side.

"Using his body to turn into a sword, hey, with his strength, even if all life is cut off, he can make three sword strikes at most, and it is irreversible! No matter whether he wins or loses, he is dead." Looking coldly at the Jiange disciple, Xiaoyaozi Said lightly and sarcastically.

"Three Swords, that's enough!" Li Chenzhou said slowly with a gleam of coldness in his eyes, "It would be a good deal if you, a newly recruited disciple, die."

"You're looking for death!" Speaking of this, Xiaoyaozi's eyes suddenly showed a murderous intent that couldn't be concealed, and the long sword on his back trembled slightly, and he might make a thunderous strike at any time.

"Why can't you afford to lose?" Li Chenzhou sneered with joy in his heart, "Don't worry, although I'm not as good as you, I still have the ability to hold you back for a while. Before this battle is over, don't even think about interfering! "

In an instant, Xiaoyaozi's body suddenly burst into a shocking sword intent, and he looked at Li Chenzhou word by word and said, "I swear, if Fangcun dies, I will uproot your sword pavilion and leave no dog or dog behind!"

　
(End of this chapter)