Chapter 471 Who Is the Grandmaster?

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

Several long swords simultaneously stabbed at Zhao Changhe who was falling in mid-air.

All the sword moves seemed to have been measured, and every angle was coordinated in a standard way, with the main attack, blockade, assistance, and interference, forming an extremely difficult sword formation cooperation, which was more standard than the formations that people had practiced for thousands of times.

The main attacker was Lan Wujiang.

His injury had healed, but his swordsmanship seemed to be more advanced. This sword stabbed up, and Zhao Changhe felt the cold snow peak, chilling his bones.

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

But Zhao Changhe ignored it.

That's it?

With a loud "clang", the toad jump had already chopped in the center of the sword net.

The violent bloody blade light spread everywhere, rushing several sword slaves around to retreat with a muffled sound. Lan Wujiang, who was the first to bear the brunt, even broke his sword and retreated in horror.

This Zhao Changhe has such a crazy power!

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

Han Wubing was drowsy and was supported by Zhao Changhe. He whispered: "Actually, I suggest you stay away from me, because I suspect that I will stab you with a knife."

Zhao Changhe knew this truth, but he still said: "Stop talking nonsense."

Lan Wujiang had changed his sword and rushed over again. The sword shadows around him were heavy, trapping him on the spot.

"The thirty-seventh on the human list, the blood Shura Zhao Changhe..." Lan Wujiang didn't recognize that this was Si Laoye, who had fought with him a few days ago. He said lightly: "We have known that you are in Miaojiang for a long time. Do you really think we will be completely unprepared? Bringing so many people out is not for Han Wubing, but for you."

"I am flattered." Zhao Changhe didn't think twice, holding Han Wubing with his left hand, and flipping his right hand, the knife flashed.

The blood waves surged all around, and the flying snow turned into knife lights. The blood and qi in the surrounding sword slaves surged, almost bursting out.

Blood fills the mountains and rivers!

The blood fills the mountains and rivers at this moment, and there is a slight difference from before.

When playing with swords for a long time, common techniques and intentions will be integrated into them. The blood at this moment is like a knife, and there are so many similarities with the sword light like water filling the courtyard before... It's nothing more than one is violent, and the other is clever. They are verifiable and take different strengths to push their respective advantages to a higher peak.

"Swish, swish, swish!" The snowflakes seemed to have life, flying flexibly, and when the sword slave dodged, they actually chased after it flexibly.

Screams rang out at the same time, blood splashed all around, and with just one knife, all the sword slaves fell.

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

Zhao Changhe's long sword was tilted, and the blood rain in the sky suddenly stagnated, and the snowflakes became gentle.

The space seemed to have turned into slow motion, with only the cold light in the dark night passing over the opponent's throat.

Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night.

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

After all, it was not just Lan Wujiang.

Zhao Changhe had expected this. While Lan Wujiang was slightly tilted to block the knife, he dragged Han Wubing to take a step sideways and passed by Lan Wujiang's side. At the same time, he turned around and chopped Lan Wujiang's neck.

Lan Wujiang had no choice but to block the knife again. Zhao Changhe had already rushed out with Han Wubing and escaped into the darkness.

"Swoosh, swoosh!" The wind behind him was strong. The sword slaves who had been stabbed in the throat just now chased up again.

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

Why did the follow-up of the previous Maitreya battle point to this place? Of course there are some similarities... Is there any difference between the control of corpse puppets and the control of sword slaves?

Different types, 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 had been trained in his early years, was still alive.

He pulled Han Wubing and ran wildly towards the nearby forest. It seemed that he was going to flee, but in fact he found a place with dense bushes and pushed Han Wubing into it to hide. He took out a piece of clothing from his ring and put it on his left arm, pretending to be supporting someone, and flew up the tree.

Lan Wujiang and others who were chasing behind him could not be seen clearly in the night, so they followed and flew up: "Where are you running!"

Zhao Changhe stood on the tree branch and looked coldly at Lan Wujiang who rushed up first. His two arms had become twice as thick without him noticing.

"Roar!" Longque looked down from a high place and slashed wildly at the sky!

He had a foothold, but Lan Wujiang did not. With the blessing of the world and selflessness, the blood Shura body burst out unscrupulously, and the power of one increasing and the other decreasing was more than doubled!

Lan Wujiang felt like a mountain was collapsing on his head. He couldn't tell whether it was a knife or a mace. If it was hit on the head, it would still be a watermelon.

Fortunately, he had expected this and his body movements were exquisite. He turned in the air and tried to step on the branches beside him to stab him.

As long as he could entangle Zhao Changhe for a moment, countless sword slaves would come with thousands of swords. He was like a living target in the tree branches.

However, just as he was turning around, a loud shout came from above his head: "Come back!"

Lan Wujiang suddenly felt that this sounded familiar... Before he could react, his body seemed to encounter some strong suction. Although it didn't really suck him back, it made his body movements in the air freeze and he couldn't turn around!

Crane Control Skill!

Why is his left hand empty? And how did he predict my body movements? Has he fought with me before?

There was no time to react, and the broadsword had already chopped down on his head.

Lan Wujiang was so frightened that he quickly raised his sword to block his head.

Once the sword loses its agility and collides with the broadsword, the result will definitely not be a vibration of the sword.

Instead, the sword will break and the person will die.

With a crisp sound, the long sword broke, and Lan Wujiang's crown was actually split in half by this knife.

A trace of blood-colored sword energy whizzed out from his mind, and Lan Wujiang's body fell heavily to the ground, already dead.

"That's all. In the way of life and death, it is actually far inferior to the corpse demon... but there may be other troubles." Zhao Changhe hurriedly watched the overflowing sword energy, and had no time to care about it. The long swords of countless sword slaves around him were already approaching, and one sword energy even took the opportunity to slash Lan Wujiang angrily and scratched his right arm.

He kicked the tree branch and floated back directly. In mid-air, there was already an arrow in his hand, which he threw out directly like a hidden weapon.

With a "puff", it accurately pierced the eyes of a sword slave who was chasing him.

The sword slave screamed and fell to the ground, but he could still roll around with his eyes covered, and he could still feel the pain...

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

He couldn't get entangled, or else Shi Wuding would come...

He hoped that the pursuit of these sword slaves would make Shi Wuding have no time to check Han Wubing in the bushes, and it would be best if he could lead him away.

Zhao Changhe was a little worried, this might be a bit unreliable, it is very likely that Shi Wuding could sense where Han Wubing was...

But at this moment, there was no other way, he couldn't fight with Han Wubing on his back. He only hoped that Han Wubing would leave the "domain" of the snow mountain and wake up during this period...

As he was fleeing, a sword light suddenly appeared in the sky.

Looking up, in the full moon, the flying snow was swirling, as if it had gathered into a beam, a beam of the sharpest sword, piercing through the full moon.

Snow into Gang!

The sword master of a generation no longer competed with Wang Daozhong in a sword-fighting style, and finally showed the true strength of the sixth place in the scale!

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

"Really?" Zhao Changhe stepped on the tree trunk in front of him fiercely, and even broke the tree trunk as thick as his thigh.

With the force of rebound, Zhao Changhe held the knife with both hands and resolutely faced the flying snow sword light.

The sword slaves who had a little thought looked up and saw that it was like a moth flying into a raging fire. It was not a contest of the same level at all, but he didn't even blink.

At this moment, he even forgot that he had asked the thief saint to help.

Only himself and Longque.

"No. 6 on the Earth List, the Sword Master of the World... He relies on others for his Dao and has no courage, his sword comes from the den of ghosts and has no righteousness, he is hesitant and uncertain, he is a scumbag, who can be a master! Break it for me!"

The huge half-moon blade slashed out diagonally, facing the terrifying sword aura in the air.

"Clang!" A loud sound came, dark clouds covered the sky, and the stars and the moon were dim.

The sword aura dissipated, revealing Shi Wuding's shocked face.

In front of him were Zhao Changhe's determined eyes. Although the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and his hands holding the dragon bird were shaking, he took it.

The attack of the No. 6 on the Earth List should not be something he could take even if he borrowed the power of the magic weapon.

But he really took it.

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

Zhao Changhe grinned.

Everyone knew that Zhao Changhe might appear here, but you didn't think of Yue Hongling?

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