Chapter 200 Sword Energy Transforms into Page

"It's so boring in the college, why don't we come out and have some fun. The dean is my uncle. Even if I skip classes, no one will dare to take care of me."

Xue Beng turned around and said proudly to his younger brothers.

All the younger brothers nodded together and said in unison: "Boss Xue Beng is right, hanging out with him will be carefree and comfortable."

Xue Beng nodded with satisfaction, but sighed in his heart that his fate was miserable.

As both princes of the Tiandou Empire, Xue Qinghe was surrounded by peerless geniuses like Shen An, but he was surrounded by a bunch of crooked melons and jujubes.

Xue Beng, who was thinking about where he should go in the future, heard a huge roar in his ears.

Looking up, a masked man holding a tattooed sword was fighting fiercely with a middle-aged man with wings.

Xue Beng recognized this middle-aged man, Flanders, a level 78 agility-attack soul saint.

Xue Beng's Adam's apple slid. He could fight with the Soul Saint, so he was also a Soul Saint. He looked away, shocked, and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

What the hell, the Soul Saint can have four ten thousand year soul rings? ? !

However, the last three soul rings are a bit strange, why are they chasing them all the way?

But the next moment, Xue Beng and his friends looked pale, and the two soul saints fought each other.

The scattered soul power broke the thick trees as quickly as possible. They had no doubt that with their own soul power level, even one hit would cost them half their lives.

Xue Beng was so frightened that he ran away quickly, but Shen An and Flanders were so fast that they were already fighting in an instant.

While the sword energy was swaying vertically and horizontally, Xue Beng even saw the phantom of a monster appearing.

There was even an air blade that slashed at them after cutting off a towering tree.

Avalanche was scared to death, and his legs were stiff and unable to move.

There is something right in Xuantian Baolu: if you pretend to be a pig for a long time, you will really become a pig.

"Boss, be careful." A dogleg held back the fear in his heart and pulled Xue Beng away.

As a prince, Xue Beng would inevitably be buried with him if something happened to him.

But it was still a little late. The sharp air blade penetrated Xue Beng's right shoulder hard, and the bones were severed.

"Ahhhhh~"

Xue Beng screamed like a slaughtering pig and ran out of the fighting range without daring to look back.

The screams of the avalanche naturally reached the ears of the two fighting.

Flender's face twitched. Why did Prince Tiandou come here? He was accidentally injured. He would probably be wearing small shoes in the future.

Shen An didn't care, he only had Flanders in his eyes. The speed of the level 78 agility attack soul saint was extremely terrifying, and he couldn't tolerate any slacking off.

Even though Shen An had the upper hand, he kept seizing the battle rhythm without sacrificing his soul power, and kept forcing Flanders with the extreme sharpness of the Nine-leaf Sword Grass, but he could only maintain a stalemate for a while.

And this, Flanders has not yet used his seventh soul skill. If he is really forced to activate his martial soul true form, Shen An will have no choice but to take drugs and run away.

Flanders waved his wings, and poured in surging soul power to shoot out several wind blades before breaking through Shen An's sword energy.

The quality of this sword energy was so high that he rarely saw it in his life.

Flanders, who was changing his body like crazy, was confused as to where this man came from. His grasp of the battle was extremely good.

I was just shaken for a moment, and he seized the opportunity to attack, leaving me with only the power to parry for a moment.

What is even more strange is that although he is obviously a Soul Saint, his strength and soul power seem to be lacking. He is not at the level of a Soul Saint, and he can only be called a Soul Saint because of his speed.

It's just that the indestructible and sharp sword energy is really difficult to defeat, and it reminds Flanders of two people.

One is Sword Douluo Chenxin, and the other is Shen An!

No, it shouldn't be. Shen An is currently only at the level of Soul Master. He can support Soul Sect to death and will never reach Soul Saint in such a short period of time.

This can only mean that Flanders has too little vision and does not know that there is a bug in the world called Tom Cat.

"Who are you, sir, and what do you want?" Flanders's fourth and sixth soul rings shined brightly.

Dozens of extremely sharp air blades flew towards Shen An, surrounding and cutting. At the same time, a layer of yellow light bloomed all over the body to block Shen An's sword energy.

"Qiang!"

The Nine-leaf Sword Grass was as fast as a stream of light, and a vast ocean of sword energy vented out from the Nine-leaf Sword Grass, trying to stop the hovering air blade.

But Shen An's eyes, originally filled with fighting intent, suddenly froze. He saw something. The sword energy he swung unexpectedly gathered into a pink wild boar Peppa Pig, and swallowed all the energy blades in one go.

Shen An was stunned and shook his head hard. Something was wrong. It must be just an illusion.

"I'm just a swordsman who is happy to see the hunter. It's rare to meet a high-level soul saint. I can't help but feel itchy and want to challenge him." Shen An, who had come back to his senses, stood on the Nine-leaf Void Sword and said slowly.

In order to avoid exposing his signature skills, Shen An only summoned a flying sword to fight Flanders in the air.

After Shen An tried and applied soul skills for so long, the originally aggressive flying sword now docilely lay at Shen An's feet.

Flanders, who was waving his wings in the air, was also stunned, and he had all kinds of thoughts in his heart. What did he see? The sword energy could actually turn into a pink pig.

Such a bizarre operation made Flanders even more confused about Shen An's origins. There was no such swordsman in the entire continent.

Just to see Xie Xie, I said that I have never offended such a person.

Flanders, who came back to his senses, thought about what Shen An said.

"Then, Your Excellency, please stop here." Flanders said cautiously. He didn't want to cause trouble, especially for such an unknown strong man with four thousand-year soul rings.

It's not that I don't have the confidence to win, but winning doesn't necessarily mean anything good. If I really get angry and fail to keep the opponent, then that's a big problem.

Shen An smiled cunningly: "No, I haven't had enough fun yet."

"In this way, I won't use the weapon soul body, and you won't use the martial soul body. Let's have a good fight."

As soon as the voice fell, Shen An took the sword and went up without hesitation, and used a medium-sized soul power experience pack for himself.

The soul power that was originally consumed in the body was replenished again, and the soul power of level 44 was only a little short of breaking through to the next level.

Flanders smiled bitterly, it was really unlucky, he was in a depressed mood and went out to relax, and was inexplicably found by a martial arts fanatic to fight.

But fortunately, if the martial soul body is not opened, the true fire should not be able to be released, and it will not develop into a life-and-death feud.

But we can't listen to this person's one-sided words, it's better to be careful and guard. If the opponent shows signs of opening a big one, I will open it in seconds.

Flanders thought to himself, and no longer hesitated. Since the battle was inevitable, he would stretch his muscles and teach this man a lesson.

Although he didn't want to provoke the strong, he was not easy to provoke.

In an instant, the strong soul power turned into countless air blades and waved towards Shen An, and at the same time turned into a yellow phantom with wings as blades to attack Shen An fiercely.

"Come on!"

Shen An's eyes were full of joy. A good fight is always pleasant.

Those who are at the same level as him are not his opponents at all.

The yellow air blade rolled up the fallen leaves and tore them into pieces, attacking Shen An with an unstoppable force.

In an instant, Shen An's sword intent burst out, and the blue sword eyes clearly reflected the trajectory of the air blade.

"Ding ding ding ding ding!"

The collision between the sword and the air blade made a huge roar.