Sword Knocks The Gates of Heavens

Chapter 581 Eleven Flying Sword

“Scabies.”

“Breaking the Mountain.”

“Pure Jun”

“azure snake.”

“Night practice.”

“Really tough.”

“Dulu.”

Flying Sword flew out of Zhao Xuanjun’s sword box one by one, and Zhao Xuanjun’s face was soft, calling out the name of the Flying Sword as if he were calling his own child.

Until the last “Mo Yang” flew out, a total of eleven Flying Swords, like eleven nails, were firmly nailed to the waterspout, no matter how the wind whistled all around, still is completely motionless.

Controlling eleven Flying Swords at the same time, no one dared to speak sarcastically at this time on and off the field.

In the eyes of Zhang Wuji and the others, let alone this egg Zhenghao, even they may not have the possibility of winning against Zhao Xuanjun.

And after taking out the eleven-handed Flying Sword, Zhao Xuanjun was not idle either.

The commander moved the sword in his hand and said:

“Crush it.”

Eleven Flying Swords uttered a breathtaking sword in unison groan, and then danced around the huge waterspout like a stream of light.

The criss-crossed sword qi is cut from time to time on the fence of Jingxin Lake all around white jade, and the sword marks are horrible to see.

The Formation of the Ancestral Temple of Meditation Lake is shrouded in it, and there is a dull crashing sound from time to time, which makes people worry about whether the Formation is firm.

And the ripples formed by the collision of spiritual power in the air, wave after wave hit the faces of the group of cultivators in Wuyunlou. Although these people looked normal on the surface, deep in one’s heart was inexplicably nervous. , One by one, they all started to resist with no expression.

Under the stirring of Zhao Xuanjun’s eleven Flying Swords, the waterspout didn’t even hold on to the time it takes half an incense stick to burn. A crackling sound completely dissipated in the sky above Jingxin Lake, and it turned into pouring rain, leaving only the bare “Innate Fengyun Talisman” still suspended in the air.

Just as Zhao Xuanjun was thinking of smashing it into powder in a spurt of energy, before his Flying Swords could stab it, a bloodstain suddenly appeared on the talisman.

Almost at the same moment when the bloodstain appeared, Egg Zhenghao, who was originally looking at the sky with a calm face on the platform, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and then said with a malicious smile. :

“hehe, your sword technique is indeed psychic, but you still haven’t been able to see through my thunder talisman!”

At the same time as the voice fell, the sky above Jingxin Hu The black cloud suddenly condensed again, and a scarlet thunder as thick as a bucket fell from the black cloud along with countless tiny lightning bolts, striking directly at Zhao Xuanjun’s Flying Swords.

“Thunders are hidden in the clouds?!”

Wen Huazi lost his voice, and Zhang Wuji and the others behind him were also stunned. These people are really not as good as these Talisman Masters who are plotting against them step by step.

“The outcome is unpredictable.”

Xie Xuanchen muttered to himself.

“Using the Innate Fengyun Talisman as a disguise, and then using Disciple Life Source Blood Essence as a guide, using water to transform wind, using wind to gather clouds, and using clouds to hide thunder, this is really a cruel method. !”

And Sword Buddha sighed as he looked at the thunder.

This sudden change, even if it is as strong as Zhao Xuanjun, can’t resolve it, and can only brace oneself with eleven Flying Swords to resist this thunder head-on.

After a loud explosion sound, the whole area of Jingxin Lake exudes a burnt smell.

Only until the water vapor dissipated, everyone finally saw the situation on the perched platform.

However, to their surprise, it was Sang Wuyin’s third disciple Ou Zhenghao who fell to the ground.

Although Zhao Xuanjun looked pale, his breathing was still steady, and he didn’t appear to be injured at all. The eleven Flying Swords flew around him slowly, as if he was still on guard.

“I can resist a thunderbolt and still be unscathed. I am afraid that Zhao Xuanjun’s strength has already entered Saint Realm, right?”

Zhang Wuji frowned, to be honest in Before he came to Yanzhou, he had always been very conceited about his own strength, but first he was a remnant of Autum Water who almost succeeded in assassinating him with Divine Soul, and now there is another Zhao Xuanjun who can control ten Flying Swords at the same time. :

“Are these ten states going to change again?”

“My brother probably doesn’t know much about talisman, so Zhao Xuanjun is not without injury.”

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Wenhuazi hooked the head.

“The thunder of this bloody thunder talisman, even if you can’t kill the opponent with one blow, as long as the opponent is infected with this Power of Thunder, the meridian acupoints all over the body will be paralyzed by it, and the whole body must be sealed at least three times. 40%, and it is impossible to recover completely in a short period of time.”

He continued to explain.

“According to what you said, Egg Zhenghao is not trying to win at all, but to deal with Zhao Xuanjun?”

Zhang Wuji suddenly woke up.

“That’s right, Brother Wuyin has a long time to win the alchemy meeting. The only worry is that Sang Xiaoman and the others will run away after the alchemy meeting.”

Wenhua Zidao.

“In order to win the big game, dare to give up the small game, admire, admire.” After being suppressed by Sang Buran for so many years, and now this Dan Shu will read it, this Sang Wuyin is really not a simple and easy person.

On the side of Sword Buddha, several people’s faces were a little ugly, but Zhang Lian’er and Xu Youyou were still eating and drinking.

“This Zhao Xuanjun is too upright, he shouldn’t have received the blow just now.”

Huang Long was sighed.

“If you don’t pick him up, it’s not Zhao Xuanjun’s, and who would have thought that Sang Wuyin would bet on his Disciple’s life.”

Jianfo shook his head and smiled wryly.

Besides the platform, Sang Xiaoman and Sang Wuyin have already come over.

Sang Wuyin’s elder disciple and second disciple helped Egg Zhenghao, while Sang Xiaoman looked towards Zhao Xuanjun with a worried expression.

“I was careless.”

Zhao Xuanjun gave Sang Xiaoman a wry smile.

“No, the monster didn’t think about it in advance.”

Sang Xiaoman shook his head.

“Cousin, you’re better off in the next round.”

She then looked towards Zhao Xuanjun.

“It’s just that a few meridian acupoints were sealed, I’ll just be more careful in the next round.”

Zhao Xuanjun insisted on continuing.

“They’ve pinpointed your cousin’s weakness that you can only rely on the sword technique to forcibly split characters, and they will definitely continue to use this method against you in the next round. When the time comes, even if they can’t win against you, It can also continue to consume your true essence and damage your strength, so even if we win this Pill Book Club, we have no other choice if they turn their faces and deny it.”

Sang Xiaoman brows tightly frowns road.

“We must leave a way for ourselves, the Danshu Club can lose, but the clansman of the celestial line has to live!”

Seeing that Zhao Xuanjun is still hesitating, she is very Firmly added another sentence.

“Okay…”

After pondering for a while, Zhao Xuanjun finally sighed agreed.

“The last sentence is that Young Master Zhao won, and he can continue to fight in the next round.”

The nameless old man in the ancestral hall also came over at this time.

“No, let’s change people.”

Sang Xiaoman shook his head, then glanced at Zhai Rong beside him.

“I’ll do it this time.”

Zhai Rong immediately stood up nodded.

(End of this chapter)