Chapter 460 Sword Breaks Bashan

Zhao Changhe is really addicted to fighting. When he asked to fight Lei Zhentang earlier, it was not just words that blocked him, but actually he really wanted to fight him in his heart.

Even if he knows that he may not be able to defeat him, a man who practices the Blood Demon Kung Fu will become like this.

Fortunately, he suppressed his eagerness to move, otherwise he might not be able to hide the blood in his eyes.

In fact, Zhao Changhe, who suppressed the Blood Demon Kung Fu and switched to using a sword, could only display half of the normal strength, but Zhao Changhe actually found the fight very fun. It's a bit like the feeling of traveling all the way through the secret realm of Kunlun. You are faced with all kinds of new scenes, racking your brains to apply what you have learned that you don't use much in daily life, the passion of inspiration and collision. , which is difficult to experience while dancing wildly with a knife.

Maybe he likes the new and hates the old? No... that's the warrior's joy for a new challenge, just like a game player encountering an interesting version update.

And I have been trying Tantan's sword skills on the edge but never really practiced them. Now I feel that the more I use them, the more fun I have. The feeling of the sword is really different.

The sword is violent, powerful, and straightforward, capable of defeating thousands of armies.

The sword is free and elegant, offering both the joy of operation and the fierce killing of life and death.

In fact, he is no stranger to swords for a long time... He has integrated swordsmanship into swordsmanship a long time ago, but that kind of integration cannot fully bring out the value of swordsmanship. The essence is still the sword. Only when you separate it now can you truly understand the sword.

It seems that he can feel that the energy that was originally roaring and sweeping in the blood began to gather into a sharp edge. Zhao Changhe immediately thought of the sharp blade grass needed for body training, and also thought of what Li Shentong said about body training. Direction tempering.

I see.

Everything you learn and know seems to be unrelated, but in fact it is integrated.

And... the so-called Gu can be completely matched with the natural differences between the second page of the Book of Heaven... It is said that that page corresponds to the makeup of the late Tang Dynasty, but in fact it does not correspond to the Miao border of this trip? So much so that now Tianshu's VR has begun to gradually display more and more Gu insect effects, which are actually biological nature.

What one gains, what the enemy shows, gradually point to the bridge between heaven and earth.

"Buzz!" The energy and blood in the body suddenly surged wildly, as if there was a feeling of chaos and boiling.

Zhao Changhe looked up and saw a woman standing in front of him apologetically: "The way we cast a curse requires a medium. We just used the corpse killed by Guardian Si to trigger the curse. I hope Guardian Si won't think it was a sneak attack or a fight with someone. People join forces.”

Strictly speaking, it seemed to be true, but since the curse required it and he said it frankly, Zhao Changhe didn't mind and said with a smile: "Of course."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "This is a blood curse, which causes chaos in the whole body's energy and blood, ranging from loss of strength to death by explosion. If Protector Si feels that he cannot resist, he can stop it earlier."

Zhao Changhe said: "Does it count if I carry it over?"

The woman shook her head: "Of course I will take advantage of the situation to attack, otherwise what's the point of holding you back..."

As he spoke, a Miao knife appeared in his hand, and he tentatively cut it: "Dr. Si, please pay attention."

"Actually, eldest sister, you don't need to be so polite. This sword could have been more ruthless." Zhao Changhe smiled, and suddenly the sword came out like a dragon, accurately pointing at the side of Miao Dao.

The sharp sword energy struck, shaking the woman Miao Dao, who almost lost her hand, and retreated in shock: "Are you completely unaffected by the curse?"

Zhao Changhe grinned: "It's okay, I have the flesh and blood peace Gu."

What kind of poison is this?

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing why.

Sisi laughed with a "poof" sound, and her blood was flowing. Didn't this hit Zhao Changhe's strong point? You might as well change a curse, such as the lustful Gu... Well, it seems to be of no use. In the bathtub yesterday... This aunt is not as beautiful as me, and I can't do it...

Just as he was thinking this, Zhao Changhe suddenly said "Huh" and felt very sleepy.

When the battle was raging, I felt so sleepy that I felt like I could fall asleep standing up while holding my sword. The opponent's Miao Dao had already taken the opportunity to escape from the entanglement of his own sword and slashed back.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief: "This is the sleeping Gu. It has quietly possessed you just now..."

"Bang!" Before he finished speaking, a tiny Gu insect suddenly fell from Zhao Changhe's body. Zhao Changhe's eyesight returned to clarity. He quickly grabbed the woman's wrist with the Miao knife she had cut with her left hand. The long sword had already been Put it on the woman's neck.

The woman was dumbfounded: "How did you do this? You didn't notice it, but you were quietly possessed by the Gu..."

"Concession." Zhao Changhe did not explain, but in fact he was still frightened.

Don't look at the calmness of the situation, it is actually extremely dangerous. If you break it in an instant, the opponent Miao Dao will be on your neck. The method to crack it is the sharpness of Qi and Blood that we have just realized. When the Gu insect gets in, it feels like it has penetrated into the forest of swords and was stabbed out... However, this kind of Gu insect is weak. If it is strong, it will really fail...

The art of witchcraft is really difficult to guard against, but it is also really interesting.

The woman shook her head in admiration and stepped back. Zhao Changhe took a few deep breaths and felt a little tired.

Even though they were all opponents with not very high cultivation, they really tried their best and could not relax at all.

A handsome man slowly walked out in front of him, his back straight and his body like a sword. Slowly walked up to Zhao Changhe, raised his sword and pointed it: "She tribe Lan Wujiang, please give me the advice of the Dharma Protector."

Zhao Changhe narrowed his eyes slightly, his slightly drooped shoulders gradually straightened, and his fighting spirit burned.

This temperament, this sword intent, this "wu" generation.

Bashan Jianlu!

Hey, isn't Han Wubing a disciple? How can he be the same generation as seniors like Shi Wuding?

This thought flashed through his mind, and he said slowly: "I'll wait for you for a long time."

Lan Wujiang squinted his eyes and looked at him, and said slowly: "As expected."

Zhao Changhe said: "Are you really from the She tribe?"

"Of course." Lan Wujiang said: "You? True Spirit Clan?"

Zhao Changhe put his hands on his hips: "Of course!"

Yue Hongling glanced at Sisi, who turned her head.

"Okay." Lan Wujiang said, "Your swordsmanship is very good."

Zhao Changhe said: "Your sword skills are not good."

Lan Wujiang looked at him coldly.

Sisi asked Yue Hongling in a low voice: "Do people who play swordsman talk like this?"

Yue Hongling couldn't laugh or cry: "Am I not a sword player? Tang Buqi is also a sword player. Who is like this... Maybe he learned it from Han Wubing."

Sisi said: "It seems that we should keep him away from Han Wubing in the future...it's terrible."

But Zhao Changhe continued: "You should be the first to come out, that's the swordsman."

Lan Wujiang was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Maybe."

"You feel guilty when I am exhausted. If you are timid before fighting, you are not worthy of being my opponent." Zhao Changhe sneered: "Let you draw the sword first."

Anger finally flashed in Lan Wujiang's eyes.

There was a flash of sword light in the hall.

There is no bright light, no violent energy.

A ray of sword light cut through the void and came to Zhao Changhe's throat in an instant.

Yue Hongling suddenly stood up: "Good swordsmanship!"

This is definitely a top swordsman at the ninth level of the Mysterious Entrance, who is only one step away from stepping into the secret door!

Zhao Changhe hid the Blood Demon Kung Fu and changed his sword to a sword, so his own strength should have been halved, not to mention that he had gone through a wheel battle, exhausted all his skills, and was exhausted. Can Zhao Changhe really defeat such an opponent at this moment?

Zhao Changhe's steps were slightly wrong, and people with poor eyesight did not even feel that he moved. However, Lan Wujiang's sword light was at its strongest and had been avoided without leaving a trace. The next moment, the Dragon Emperor pointed his diagonal finger at the side of Lan Wujiang's sword.

There was a "ding" sound, and both of them swayed slightly.

The next moment almost coincidentally, the sword glow skyrocketed. It seemed as if thousands of pear trees were in full bloom in the hall, like rain falling all over the sky.

The night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond.

The spring water stretches across the sky with blue waves.

The sound of the two swords clashing was endless, as close as thousands of raindrops hitting the eaves at the same time. Most people could no longer keep up with the speed of these two people and were dazzled by the sight.

"Is this a battle for the Miao border?" Many people were whispering: "Is this really not the list of people from the Central Plains?"

"Where's their Gu?"

"...Weaker Gu can't get into such a sword net at all. They all choose this mode precisely to prevent being attacked by Gu. Otherwise, why would they use such a sword net one on one? It will consume a lot of money."

"I see... what about the Gu that blesses itself?"

Blue has it.

Yue Hongling clearly sensed the flow of Lan Wujiang's power, becoming more powerful and sharper. The sword energy emitted seemed to be alive, spinning around a thousand times, and threads burst out, all pointing to Zhao Changhe's position.

Sharp blade grass... sharp blade Gu?

On the other hand, Zhao Changhe had the same method of spreading sword energy in all directions, but how could the little knowledge of sword energy he learned from Tang Wanzhuang be as good as other people's sword energy manipulation, which was as dense as a forest?

However, Lan Wujiang, who was in the middle of the game, did not feel relaxed at all.

He also felt that Zhao Changhe's sword was getting stronger and faster, as if each sword was slightly stronger than the previous one. After accumulating a hundred swords, it had begun to become a bit like the Yellow River rushing into the sea, and it was unstoppable.

What kind of swordsmanship is this?

Zhao Changhe learned from the sword of Abi and the Endless Sea of ​​Blood inherited from the Sword Emperor. Each sword can absorb a little bit of the power of the previous sword, gradually accumulating. It used to be integrated into the sword technique before, but later the stronger the opponent, the more powerful it could be to gather strength to avoid being absorbed and stolen, so it was no longer used for a long time. This moment is, of course, a time to regain.

Lan Wujiang thought he also had a Gu, so he applied this sword rain pattern invariably. Countless fights occurred in a short period of time, which was just right for the use of this move.

By the time Lan Wujiang realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

A bit of sword light exploded from before his eyes, like the Milky Way hanging in the sky, straight into the sky, with endless waves of blood.

A sharp look flashed in Lan Wujiang's eyes, and suddenly the man and his sword united into one, heading towards the place where the stormy waves were at their strongest.

Bashan’s unique skill has yet to return.

Whenever there is a rain of swords, there must be a flaw to be found. What seems to be the strongest point is often the core intersection.

"Good swordsmanship." Zhao Changhe actually had time to sigh: "I learned it, thank you."

"Choke!" Lan Wujiang's long sword penetrated fiercely into the core, but Zhao Changhe's sword force suddenly changed.

Like the waves rushing across the Milky Way, the upside-down sword force suddenly shrank and converged at one point, as if all the waves of blood converged into a screaming spirit, claiming lives and souls, dying together!

The skill of the Sword Emperor, the sword of Yuantu!

The two of them passed by each other, their backs facing each other.

Lan Wujiang covered his ribs, blood gradually flowing out.

Zhao Changhe had a gash on his left arm. When everyone was stunned, he suddenly struck back with a sword and cut off a piece of flesh on his arm.

A Gu insect fell to the ground, twitching and motionless.

Even before life and death, he was still guarding against poison...

People stared blankly at the way he was cutting off the flesh of his arms. It was clear that they were sweating from the pain, but both our enemies and ourselves felt a little trembling in their hearts.

A true husband.

Sisi and Yue Hongling sat on the small bench with their chins in their hands and looked at his back. Neither of them spoke.

"Bang!" Lan Wujiang fell to the ground with a bang. A group of tribesmen rushed up and tried their best to treat his injuries. They glared at Zhao Changhe angrily: "Si Laoye, you have such poisonous hands!"

"He's not dead, you're just calling me shit." Zhao Changhe gasped, his tone extremely tired: "Who else wants to give me advice?"

No one answered for a while.

The leader of the Bai tribe loudly said: "What else is there to compare with? I will accept your seat! Who is qualified to replace you as the fifth seat? I will be the first to refuse!"

There was silence in the audience, and no one refuted.

Even Lei Zhentang couldn't refute it, and he wanted to lose face.

In fact, there are many disciples hiding in Jianlu, but at this moment, anyone who dares to take action will simply offend the public.

Could it be that the fifth seat was really occupied by the Spirit Race like this? Lei Zhentang squeezed the armrest tightly, his expression uncertain.

Zhao Changhe stood for a moment with no one responding. He bowed his hands and saluted everyone around him, and smiled: "Everyone expresses your love...but this is not my fifth seat."

He slowly turned around, walked up to Sisi, bowed and saluted: "Return to the Holy Maiden... Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."