This was the first time I had seen the sword spirit and the sword master looking down on each other.
After the Sword Sect leader finished speaking, he looked at the group of sword spirits on the field. None of them could restrain Duan Chen. He couldn't help but say: "I remember that the Shadow Sword that Ye Qiao brought out from the Sword Cave can compete with Zhou Xingyun's sword spirit."
"Lieying and Duanchen, these two swords are both speed-type sword spirits."
Zhou Xingyun, who was standing next to him, paused when he heard this. His usually calm and steady tone showed genuine confusion, "Speed type? Rely on what? Rely on his tone of voice that's slower than a turtle's?"
Duan Chen realized that he was scolding him. While dodging the sudden attack from the water, he said in a faint voice: "No matter how slow I am, I am still stronger than you. I'm afraid you are too lazy to move, right?"
Zhou Xingyun: “?”
When the two were arguing with each other, Duan Shui came up again without getting tired of it. The water flow was like the refracted cold air of a knife, going straight to the vital points.
There was no emotion in Duan Chen's light grey eyes. He seemed a little annoyed. The wind around him blew silently, creating dense cuts. At a speed that no one could react, it forced Duan Shui to the spot and knocked him to the ground with one blow.
"Cool!! Aoaoao Duanchen." Chaoxi Jian became more energetic. In the melee between sword spirits, it was basically impossible to distinguish between friend and foe. However, he was particularly repelled by Duanshui, probably because of the repulsion of their attributes.
"Hanshuang." Xie Chuxue tilted her head to signal her to go over. "Have you seen Chaoxi? Go, right now, and give him a sword."
Han Shuang was stunned for a moment, said "oh" expressionlessly, and did as he was told obediently.
The icicles solidified and were thrown towards the position of the Chaoxi Sword with two whooshes, and then all of them pierced into the solid ground.
"Fuck." Chao Xi shivered and dodged Han Shuang's sudden attack, shouting, "You can't pick a fight with me just because I like the Feixian Sword, right?"
Han Shuang raised his hand and several light blue sword shadows appeared, ready to go.
"What about Frost and Morning and Evening? Strictly speaking, there is no restraint relationship between these two sword spirit attributes."
When these two sword spirits fight, it all depends on who is stronger.
The leader of the Sword Sect pointed at the two entangled sword spirits, one red and one blue, in mid-air and said, "It is still unknown which of the two has a greater chance of winning."
The confrontation between Duan Shui and Duan Chen continued. After Duan Chen knocked down the sword spirit, Duan Shui was no fool. After reacting, he returned all the terrifying attacks, and the surroundings of the two sword spirits were all destroyed.
Rather than cleaning up the battlefield, this group of sword spirits is more like fighting World War II.
The water at Duan Shui's fingertips condensed into blades, which made a crisp collision sound with the sharp wind blade. His eyes turned cold, and the water flow dispersed and turned into broken water droplets that penetrated the wind and crushed towards Duan Chen.
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Bu Jianjun frowned, noticing the incessant fight between Duan Chen and Duan Shui. He tightly grasped the Feixian Sword, which was trying to break free in an uncharacteristic way, and asked, "Are you crazy?"
The boy subconsciously grasped the sword.
Turning around, he saw Duan Chen being forced to dodge everywhere by Ye Qinghan's sword spirit. Bu Jianjun was a little crazy. What the hell was going on?
It's been very busy these two days.
Various sword spirits took turns to fight each other, but only Bu Jianjun and Feixian Sword remained consistent in their "love" for each other. The fight was so fierce that Feixian Sword was repeatedly stepped on to the ground by the ungraceful Bu Jianjun.
At this moment, Feixian Sword started to struggle frantically for some unknown reason and no one knew what it was trying to do.
Bu Jianjun tried to stop her from going crazy, but he couldn't stop her, so he could only let go of her hand and said, "Okay, okay, go and play by yourself."
He didn't want to waste time fighting with Feixian Sword. Seeing that Duanchen and Duanshui were still chasing each other, the young man said in a clear and brisk voice, "I will fight him."
You like to change, right? He can change, too.
Duan Chen had long wanted to get rid of this battle maniac, but when he saw Bu Jianjun taking over, he immediately retreated to an inconspicuous place. It can be said that he was very Buddhist.
Bu Jianjun has various forms, and the black fog can be completely restrained by Duan Shui's moves. Both of them have considerable experience, one is the sword spirit of the Demon Lord, and the other has fought in the hands of countless powerful men.
This guy is not a good person. He is so sinister and shameless!
Despicable sneak attacks are endless.
Duan Shui looked at him coldly, "Who did you learn this kind of despicable sneak attack from?"
"I learned it from the Demon Lord." He said confidently, his lips curled down coldly, fully showing his contempt for the Demon Lords of all generations, "Those old guys who don't take baths are only this useful."
"Demon Lord?" Duan Shui thought of the ominous aura on him and sneered, "Are you the Demon Lord's sword?"
Bu Jianjun asked curiously: "What do you think?"
He admitted it so readily that several sect leaders looked at each other in bewilderment. Even the leader of the Wenjian Sect, who had previously mocked Bu Jianjun, fell silent for a moment.
Qin Fanfan then broke the silence and turned to look at the group of disciples, "Does this black stick have such a history?"
One shock after another.
"...We thought you knew it a long time ago?" Xue Yu lowered his head guiltily.
Qin Fanfan was shocked. He was going to make a fuss. No one had ever told him that Ye Qiao’s black stick was actually the sword of the Demon Lord?
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