The Book of Troubled Times

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Several long swords pierced towards Zhao Changhe who fell in mid-air at the same time.

All the sword moves seem to have been measured, and every angle is standardized. The main attack, the blockade, the assist, and the interference form an extremely difficult sword formation coordination, which is more standardized than the formations that people have honed over thousands of years.

The main attacker is Lan Wujiang.

His injury had already healed, but his swordsmanship seemed to be more refined. When the sword stabbed up, Zhao Changhe felt the icy snow peak, which pierced his bones.

That's not just Lan Wujiang's own swordsmanship...it's already a timeless sword to a large extent.

But Zhao Changhe turned a blind eye.

That's it?

With a loud "dang", Ha Toad had already struck the center of the sword net.

The berserk, bloody sword glow scattered everywhere, causing several sword slaves around to back away with a muffled sound. Lan Wujiang, who was the first to bear the brunt, even chopped off his sword, and then retreated in shock.

This Zhao Changhe has crazy power!

Zhao Changhe rushed into the formation and pulled Han Wubing up: "Let's go!"

Han Wubing walked drowsily supported by Zhao Changhe, and said in a low voice, "Actually, I suggest you stay away from me, because I suspect that I will be the one who stabs you."

Knowing this truth, Zhao Changhe still said, "Stop talking nonsense."

Over there, Lan Wujiang had already changed his sword and charged again, surrounded by shadows of swords, trapping him on the spot.

"Thirty-seventh on the list, blood Shura Zhao Changhe..." Lan Wujiang didn't recognize that this was Si Laoye who had fought against him a few days ago, and said indifferently: "We knew you were in Miaojiang a long time ago, so we really thought we would completely Unprepared? Bringing so many people out is not for Han Wubing, but for you."

"I'm flattered." Zhao Changhe didn't even think about it, he held Han Wubing in his left hand, turned his right hand, and the saber flashed.

Surrounded by waves of blood, flying snow flakes, all of which melted into the light of the sword, the blood of the sword slaves around them surged, almost bursting out.

The mountains and rivers are full of blood!

At this moment, the blood was all over the mountains and rivers, which was slightly different from before.

When you have been playing with swords for a long time, you will naturally integrate common techniques and intentions. Compared with the previous sword light like water flooding the courtyard, the blood at this moment is like a knife. There are so many similarities... It is nothing more than a violence, a cleverness , they are verifiable, and take different strengths to push their respective advantages to a higher peak.

"Swish, swish, swish!" Snowflake seemed to have life, flying nimbly, and even nimbly chased after the sword slave when he dodged.

The screams sounded indiscriminately at the same time, blood sprayed all around, and the sword slaves all fell down with just one knife.

"Good sword technique!" The sword light flickered in front of him, and Lan Wujiang stabbed his throat with a sword, blocking Zhao Changhe's way to break through.

Zhao Changhe slanted his long saber, the rain of blood all over the sky stagnated suddenly, and the snowflakes softened.

The space seemed to be in slow motion, with only the cold light in the night smearing the opponent's throat.

The small building listened to the spring rain all night.

"Choke!" The once invincible knife was actually blocked by Lan Wujiang.

After all, this is not just Blue Borderless.

However, Zhao Changhe had expected it a long time ago. When Lan Wujiang was blocking the saber's body, he forced Han Wubing to take a diagonal step, and forcibly swept past Lan Wujiang's side. At the same time, he turned his hand back Cut, and then cut Lan Wujiang's neck.

Lan Wujiang had no choice but to block another stab, and Zhao Changhe had already taken Han Wubing straight out, escaping into the darkness.

"Whoosh, whoosh!" There was a loud wind behind him, and the sword slaves who had been stabbed in the throat just now chased after him again.

Zhao Changhe didn't even look at it, it was all expected.

Why did the follow-up of the previous Battle of Maitreya point to this? Of course there is something in common... Is there any difference between the control of the corpse puppet and the control of the sword slave?

Different types, but the same essence, they are all dead. If you want to kill again, the key point may not be the throat, you have to find it again.

Zhao Changhe only hoped that Han Wubing, who was cultivated in the early years, was still alive.

He dragged Han Wubing to the edge of the mountain forest, seemingly wanting to escape, but in fact he found a thick bush and pushed Han Wubing in to hide. He took out a piece of clothing from the ring and put it on his left arm Looking at the appearance of a person, he flew up the tree.

Lan Wujiang and the others chasing after him couldn't see clearly in the night, so they also flew up one after another: "Where are you running!"

Zhao Changhe stood on the tree branch and looked coldly at Lan Wujiang who was rushing up first, his arms had doubled in thickness before he knew it.

"Roar!" Longque looked down from above and slashed wildly!

He has a foothold, Lan Wujiang doesn't, and with the blessing of the world without self, the blood Shura body explodes unscrupulously, and the crushing power of ebb and flow is more than doubled!

Lan Wujiang only felt that Mount Tai was collapsing to the top, and he couldn't tell whether it was a fucking knife or a mace. It didn't need to be a front to be hit on the head, and the head turned into a watermelon.

Fortunately, he also expected this, and his movement skills were exquisite. He circled in mid-air, trying to kick on the branch next to him, twist and stab again.

As long as he entangles Zhao Changhe for a moment, countless sword slaves and swords will come, and he is no different from a living target in the tree branch.

However, just as he was about to make a detour, he yelled all over his head, "Come back!"

Lan Wujiang suddenly felt that these words sounded familiar... Before he could react, his body seemed to have encountered some strong suction force. Although he couldn't really suck him back, it froze his body spinning in mid-air, and turned around. Don't go!

Crane control skill!

Why is his left hand empty? And how did he predict my agility? He fought me?

There was no time to react, and the broad knife had already reached the top of his head.

Lan Wujiang was so out of his wits that he quickly held his sword to block his head.

Once the sword loses its lightness, it will collide with the broad knife, and the result will definitely not be a vibration knife.

It's the sword that cuts people off.

With a crisp sound, the long sword snapped, and Lan Wujiang's Tianling Gai was split in half by the knife.

A blood-colored sword energy burst out of his mind, and Lan Wujiang's body fell heavily on the ground, already utterly dead.

"However, the way of life and death is actually far inferior to the corpse demon... But there may be other troubles." Zhao Changhe hastily glanced at the overflowing sword energy, and had no time to care about it. A ray of sword energy had already scratched his right arm while he was furiously slashing at Lan Wujiang.

As soon as he kicked off the tree branch, he drifted backwards. He was in mid-air, and there was already an extra arrow in his hand, which flew out like a hidden weapon.

With a "poof", it accurately pierced into the eye of the nearest sword slave.

The sword slave screamed and fell to the ground. He was still rolling with his eyes in his arms, and he still felt pain...

"Step", Zhao Changhe stepped on another tree behind him, and flew away again.

Can't be entangled, if you continue to entangle, time will come...

I hope that the pursuit of these sword slaves will make Shi Wuding have no time to look at Han Wubing in the bushes, and it would be best if he can be lured away by himself.

Zhao Changhe was a little worried. This might be unreliable. It is very likely that Shi Wuding could sense where Han Wubing was...

But at this moment, there was no other way, it was impossible for him to fight behind Han Wubing's back. I only hope that Han Wubing will wake up after leaving the "domain" of the snow mountain...

While fleeing, a sword glow suddenly appeared in the sky.

Looking up, in the full moon, the flying snow hovered, as if gathered into a bunch, a bunch of the sharpest swords, piercing through the full moon's sword light.

Turn snow into ashes!

A generation of kendo masters is no longer a contest of swords with Wang Daozhong, but finally revealed the true glory of the sixth!

An almost unrivaled murderous intent came straight from behind, accompanied by Shi Wuding's cold voice transmission: "It's a very good loyalty, but it's a pity that it ends here..."

"Really?" Zhao Changhe slammed on the trunk in front of him, breaking the trunk as thick as a thigh.

With the strength of the rebound, Zhao Changhe held the knife in both hands, and faced the flying snow sword light without hesitation.

The slightly thoughtful sword slaves looked up and saw that they were like moths jumping towards the flames. It was not a level contest at all, but he didn't even blink his eyes.

At this moment, he even forgot that he had asked Saint Thief to help.

Only myself, and Longque.

"Sixth on the list, the sword sect in the world... the way to send others but no courage, the sword to come out of ghosts but no righteousness, the heart is hesitant but not sure, the fly fights the dog, who is the master! Give me...break!"

The huge half-moon sword light slashed out obliquely, facing the terrifying sword gang in the air.

"Bang!" There was an earth-shattering loud noise, dark clouds covered the sky, and the stars and the moon were dimmed.

The sword gang dissipated, revealing Shi Wuding's horrified face.

In front of him was Zhao Changhe's firm eyes. Although the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and although the hand holding Longque was trembling, he took it.

The sixth blow on the ground list, even if he borrowed the power of the magic weapon, he should not be able to receive it.

But he really took it.

When Shi Wuding was about to speak, his expression changed drastically: "Who is sneak attacking the sword formation!"

Zhao Changhe grinned.

We all know that Zhao Changhe might appear here, but you guys never thought of Yue Hongling?

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