infinite death game

Chapter 389: Cloud and Rain Double Cultivation (2)
However, during the dozen or so breaths of dialogue between Yue Kong and Zheng Shiru, the scene has undergone a fundamental change: "Master Butterfly" Yin Xianhe, with one enemy and three, has transformed from being thrilling everywhere at the beginning to being mainly anti-customer. the point.

These three well-dressed veteran masters suffered certain blows one after another.In the life-and-death duel with Yin Xianhe, the veteran master wielding a particularly narrow and long sword was still not fierce enough for Yin Xianhe. In the end, he was defeated by half a move, and the long sword was broken into a big hole. There was a gap, and the corners of the mouth were overflowing with blood from internal injuries, but they still had the strength to fight; but the other two veteran masters did not feel much better. The elder master with a strange iron ring tied with a small rope kept flying with weapons and people, and his life and death were unknown; the remaining elder master with a double hook was struck by a sword in the shoulder when he was at a loss, and blood gushed like a spring. The combat effectiveness dropped drastically.

All this changed so fast that it was too late for Wen Caiting to join the battle.

Suddenly, the sword was shining brightly, and "Master Butterfly" Yin Xianhe, under the oppression of Wen Caiting, a great master, finally revealed his final trump card.

Yin Xianhegui is the best swordsman in Northeast Wulin, his cultivation level is equal to that of Ba Fenghan who just entered the Central Plains.Yin Xianhe and Ba Fenghan are both masters of swordsmanship, the most coincident thing is that their swordsmanship is ruthless and killing swords that have been honed over thousands of years, vaguely, Yue Kong regards Yin Xianhe as another Ba Fenghan.

Ding…

The continuous impact made everyone watching hold their breath.

Yin Xianhe, who was so powerful with his sword, forced Wen Caiting to resist passively, and attacked like a thunderstorm, making Wen Caiting feel like he was in a typhoon.

He had thought that Yin Xianhe was powerful, but he never thought that Yin Xianhe would be so fierce.Even if he could kill it, he would have to pay an irreparable price.How does this self-confident and noble Wen Caiting accept it? His momentum has dropped again and again.

"I don't know how long this Yin Xianhe can last?"

Zheng Shiru asked a question, directly cutting into the main heart.

It is an extremely rare cultivation for ordinary masters of the rivers and lakes to be able to exert Yin Xianhe's sword power, but to be as violent as Yin Xianhe and continue continuously, the spiritual will and internal strength cultivation required are terrifying .Looking at the entire Jianghu, there will never be more than ten people with such cultivation at such an age.

But no matter how good Yin Xianhe's cultivation is, there will always be a time when his internal strength is exhausted, and Wen Caiting's blind passive defense is waiting for this delicate opportunity.As long as Yin Xianhe shows a trace of fatigue, or even the slightest sluggishness in momentum, that moment is Yin Xianhe's death.

Wen Caiting's strategy was correct, but he underestimated a little.

Yin Xianhe's sword light gradually shrinks, but the more it shrinks, the more cohesive it becomes. Those unnecessary false moves and deceitful moves before are all saved. With the slightest leeway, he was even crazier than those desperadoes and family dead men in the rivers and lakes.

(End of this chapter)