For Yuan, there is currently only one plant that can describe his mood.
If Yuan had not seen this ray of lightning before, he would have had ten thousand reasons to comfort himself. Maybe this figure was actually a kind of inner demon, reflecting the person he least wanted to see.
That is Li Changsheng.
At least so far, Li Changsheng is the most powerful being Yuan has ever seen. His kind appearance and his fighting power are two extremes. Although he has never been beaten, he has seen many people being beaten by Li Changsheng.
Is it possible that today I will “get what I want”?
call.
The lightsaber slowly dropped, seemingly slowly.
It was not as fierce as before, and was as slow as the Tai Chi sword practiced by the old men and women in the square.
Yuan only felt an incomparable sense of crisis rising in his heart. As a top-notch practitioner, he almost instinctively used all his strength and coincidentally blocked the light sword energy.
The wheel of life and death reappears, blessed by the power of the ancient city of Huangquan.
when!
When the two collided together, it was like one sound, and it was like thousands of sounds at the same time.
Yuan's arm felt numb, a strand of hair was cut off, and the magic power that was surging like a torrent in his body actually stopped a little at this moment.
Heavy! This sword is like a mountain.
Cold! This sword makes people feel like they are in the cold winter of December.
The last one is "absolute", which means to put oneself in a desperate situation and leave the rest of life to chance, and to do it without reservation.
If the white-clothed phantom was just full of murderous intent before, more like a butcher than a swordsman, wantonly venting his ferocity without any skills, then at this moment he is a swordsman, a sword of killing.
This sword is hard to stop!
With this thought in mind, Yuan had already considered changing his strategy and retreating back into the dojo.
But the swordsman in white already had some spirituality, as if he was the Taoist who had once fought his way out of the troubled times.
Li Changsheng didn't like fighting, but he became invincible when he killed many people.
I only heard bursts of sonic booms in the void, and in front of me, I felt dazed, and a pair of icy cold eyes suddenly appeared.
He raised the ancient iron sword high up, with lightning flashing on it.
As the sword fell, murderous aura and lightning intertwined, extremely fast and extremely fierce, unavoidable!
Yuan took a half step back at the critical moment, and in an instant, hundreds of Taoist protective spells were formed, and the power of Huangquan enveloped his body like ink.
The sword chopped on the body-protecting Taoist method, and there was a crisp impact. Before the residual sound faded away, thousands of impact sounds appeared like thunder and lightning, and like iron tree pear flowers.
This was not an illusion, but rather thousands of blows were coming down at the same time, each one hitting the same precise spot.
This made Yuan feel more pressured.
Li Changsheng's sword was not simply heavy, but heavy and agile, just like the feeling of a short sword being swung by a hammer weighing hundreds of pounds.
This is the symbol of the pinnacle of kendo, making light things seem heavy and heavy things seem light, with endless variations.
Various sword techniques are integrated into instinct, and just a slight swing contains millions of sword moves, but if you want to counter the moves, it will become a simple and unpretentious chopped move.
The most deadly thing is that Li Changsheng's sword moves are integrated with his own thunder magic, which further strengthens the meaning of fast and heavy.
It seems that this is not about swinging a sword, but using thunder magic.
Bang!
In two breaths, the protective Taoist method collapsed.
With a muffled roar, the swordsman in white took a step forward and pointed directly at the man's face after his protective magic disappeared.
Seeing that resistance was useless, Yuan's eyes flashed with ferocity.
When it’s time to cut it off, cut it off!
The sharp sword pierced Yuan's chest, and then went straight through his body as if without any hindrance, leaving his back exposed with the tip of the sword shining with cold light.
Yuan also grabbed the opponent's face, and the idea of reincarnation arose in his palm, and a dazzling white light flew out.
Bang!
Most of the body of the white-robed swordsman instantly shattered, and at the same time, he flew backwards at an extremely fast speed, crashing into the hillside in front of him. The violent impact caused large avalanches.
Yuan did not choose to pursue the victory, but hurriedly adjusted his breathing. The previous attack was extremely exhausting for him, not to mention that he used it while injured.
And he still has two levels of heavenly tribulation to overcome.
"careful."
Suddenly a familiar voice came into my ears.
A sense of crisis came over him, and Yuan moved sideways with an almost precognitive intuition. He saw an ancient sword brush past his face.
It nearly cut his nose off.
The swordsman in white stepped into the air, half of his body was disabled, but the fierceness in his eyes was no longer there, and it might even be more fierce.
Is this a shadow?! How fierce was he back then!
Yuan was already cursing his parents in his heart.
He could still beat him again, after all, this was only the 3,000-year-old Li Changsheng. But the heavenly tribulation was not just this shadow, if he consumed too much energy here, he would not be able to survive it later.
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