"It turned out to be the Zhao family's "Dragon Sucking Water"! Zhao Zongren actually practiced the technique of harshly enlightenment? This kind of strength can still stand firm even in Zihuan City. But I underestimated him..."

A young man, also wearing thin clothes, stroked the red sword on his waist and recognized the origin of Zhao Zongjie's sword.

He had already cut his opponent under the sword, and the reason why he stayed in the black brick courtyard was to watch this final sword fight.

The so-called dragon absorbs water, which is a natural failure to imitate the tornado, and uses its sweeping force to capture the enemy into the sword aura to kill it, which is extremely powerful.

Fengzhou swordsmanship declined, and Muxi City's swordsmanship was even more dying. If Chen Shaobai had not emerged, among the young generation of Muxi City, only Chen Chong, Zhao Zongren and Li Shuqing could do the trick.

Li Shuqing is not a person who has been practicing swordsmanship for many years. Although he didn't like Chen Shaobai very much before, after seeing the other party's swordsmanship, he immediately changed the other party's position in his mind.

Therefore, Zhao Zongren's sword was so powerful that it was beyond expectations, and he did not make any predictions easily.

He vaguely felt that Chen Shaobai would not be that simple.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

After only five breaths, half a finger thick snow fell on Chen Shaobai's head and shoulders.

Perhaps because of the adrenaline, Chen Shaobai felt that the pain in his left arm was getting weaker and weaker, and the wound was about to burn hotly. Although Zhao Zongjie's speed was faster and more fierce than before, he could see clearly and clearly. He had no sense of powerlessness that was impossible to capture before with dynamic vision.

At this moment, battle scrolls flashed in front of Chen Shaobai's eyes like a flash of light.

Chen Wei's Xuan Ji Sword, Xiong Yingjie's Qi Lei, eunuch Chen Zhong's wrist-piercing flower, Chen Chong's folding waves, Chen Kuangyin's black ice nine swords... The sword skills of these powerful men all emerged in their hearts, like exquisite and precious ingredients waiting for him to cook.

Bang!

Those memories of swordsmanship were sorted out by Chen Shaobai, removing the dross and concentrating the essence. Inspiration suddenly surged out like a spring. An idea that had been planning and calculating in his mind for many days but did not dare to implement it suddenly became clear.

Chen Shaobai chuckled, his body's swords connected like an iron plate, with power running through, and his body disappeared instantly. The Taizhong in his hand turned into a silver lightning.

boom!

Silver lightning flashed and collided with the frost storm that was rushing towards him.

Almost no one noticed that, the moment before the two collided, Chen Shaobai stepped on the ground, turned his waist and twisted his hips, and shook his wrist slightly. So, the sword aura attached to Taizhong exploded first.

If Zhao Zongren's spiral sword blade is a crusher for melting and cutting the enemy, then Chen Shaobai's explosive sword aura is to blow up all obstacles. The two have their own advantages and disadvantages. Which one is stronger and which one is weaker. Only after truly comparing it can you know.

The ice blade swept through the spiral sword aura had just encountered an explosion, and melted down like spring snow meeting the scorching sun, as if it had encountered an absolute nemesis.

The sword energy crisscrossed, and the two were destroyed at the same time.

Both of them were doing their best. When the battle reached this point, it was impossible to stop even if they wanted to stop.

So an extremely magical scene appeared in the field.

The Taizhong Silver Sword was extremely straight. Zhao Zongren's sword collided with its tip and was dragged forward by powerful inertia, and twisted himself like a twist.

The secret script for meditation and body refining is powerful, and Zhao Zongren has excellent physical fitness. Even when the two of them move at high speed, they can still see the changes in their moves clearly. Feeling that the touch on their hands is not right, he looked closely and saw that all his confidence was gone, and the sick light in his eyes immediately dimmed.

"Damn it! I'd have changed my good sword if I had known it! Not to mention the Broken Water Sword, it's OK to even the Broken Wind Sword!"

Zhao Zongren has a good talent in swordsmanship and has made great progress in meditation secrets, so he has a very high status among the young people of the Zhao family, and can be said to be in a hurry and rain. With the support of the family, although the three thousand precision crafts are valuable, they can get it even if they spend some effort.

The reason why he still holds a hundred-refined good sword is, on the one hand, because he has a high opinion of himself and thinks that even an ordinary good sword can kill the enemy with the spiral sword inspired by "Dragon Sucking Water". On the other hand, he wants to directly replace it with a more advanced broken water sword.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Zongren's arrogance became the way to die today.

Bang!

The long sword finally couldn't stand the load and deformation, and directly exploded into a tiny flower in the sky.

Broken iron sheets sputtered everywhere, deeply embedded in Chen Shaobai and Zhao Zongren's bodies, but the two seemed to have no idea of ​​the extra trauma on their bodies.

Chen Shaobai was immersed in the great joy of breaking through swordsmanship, and the pain nerves had slowly adapted to it, so his movements did not deform at all. However, Zhao Zongren did not feel pain because he was shrouded in the shadow of death and fell into endless fear.

What is a mere pain? If he could exchange pain for a chance to survive, he would rather have a tenfold pain!

However, there are not so many "ifs" in this world.

Chen Shaobai's back muscles were shaking like a dragon, his spine was penetrated, and the long sword in his hand that was slightly off track returned.

Puff!

The silver sword penetrated the throat, and the body's inertia made Zhao Zongren hang on Taizhong.

His neck was like a dam with a sluice released, and blood rushed out, soaking the blue satin outfit on his body, dyeing red and white snow.

"You... just relied on the benefits of the sword...if...I..."

With only half of his last words, Zhao Zongren's eyes gradually faded away, and his body gradually became stiff.

After a cold sword pierced his chest and crushed his heart. After confirming that the other party could not die again, Chen Shaobai looked solemn: "If I had known today, why would he have been there?"

Every swordsman who participates in the swordsmanship must adjust his or her mentality. No matter in his or her own state, his or her equipment must be adjusted to the peak state. Otherwise, when he or she is defeated and regrets before his death, who will be pitiful?

Several lilac Wanji Lou silver notes and a thin book with black gold letters were found from Zhao Zongren. Chen Shaobai did not look closely, but turned his attention to Zhao Zongjie.

At this time, Zhao Zongjie was still a little incredible when he saw that his cousin, who had always been regarded as a god, was killed. When Chen Shaobai saw this, he immediately felt furious.

Since he was castrated after being stomped on his face, his courage has become weaker and weaker. Now, when Chen Shaobai saw it lightly, he was immediately frightened to death: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Chen Shaobai is not an idiot, so he naturally knew that Zhao Zongren had murderous intentions for him and was unwilling to leave this trouble, so he thought about how to destroy the other party in his heart, and his eyes became vicious.

"Don't...kill...uh..."

Perhaps because of the first break of his arm, Zhao Zongren's body was not balanced, his mind was infuriated, and he fell to the ground. He was at a loss and could not get up. The fear in his heart magnified unlimitedly. In his shock and fear, his pupils gradually spread. He was scared to death.

Feeling the temperature of the other party's body gradually fading, Chen Shaobai laughed silently: "When I was in Woniu Village, I didn't see him so timid and afraid of things..."

Shaking his head and not thinking about these minor issues. Just as Chen Shaobai was about to leave, a man wearing a red sword on his waist stepped like a meteor and blocked him at the door.
Chapter completed!