Chapter 714 Shocking Battle in the East China Sea (3)

Xu Zongjia ignored the little Taoist priest who wanted to see his lover. He looked at the old sword god who was teaming up with Deng Tai'a to deal with Wang Xianzhi. He jumped up into the void and struck the old sword god with a black hand. The old sword god directly hit the flying sword and fell into the sea water, causing a huge splash.

Wang Xianzhi looked at the motionless flying sword in front of him, and immediately turned around to attack Deng Tai'a, ignoring the old sword god jumping up from the sea.

Li Chungang's whole body was soaked to the skin, seawater dripped from his sheepskin fur, his long hair and beard were already soaked, and they were sloppy and clinging to his face. He was in an extremely messy state. There was no trace of the sword god who reigned supreme in the world, and all that was left was his invincible grace. A bad old man, still a bad old man like a drowned dog.

Li Chungang was really angry this time. Both Hong Xixiang and Xu Zongjia chose him as an old man to bully. They really didn't take him seriously. He bit the corner of his mouth and looked at Xu Zongjia with stern eyes. Pinching his fingers, the sword curtain that filled the sky turned around and shot towards Xu Zongjia's direction. Before the flying sword even got close, the endless sword energy enveloped Xu Zongjia's position, and the water under his feet was pressed down by three feet out of thin air. So deep that Xu Zongjia sank into the middle of the water platform.

Xu Zongjia felt the tingling sensation coming from the top of his head. The sword energy and sword intention were incomparable, as vast as the sea, and the energy was constantly attacking all around him. He was worthy of being the only person in the past thousand years who could rival Lu Zu in swordsmanship. Li Chungang.

If heaven had not given birth to him, Li Chungang, his swordsmanship would be as long as the night.

Xu Zongjia secretly recited this comment in his heart that was the most appropriate to describe Li Chungang, and gathered all his energy, ready to give it a try and taste the peerless edge of the old sword god.

Xu Zongjia's Qi sea surged, and his true energy poured into the water at his feet along the Yongquan point. The water surface slowly rose, and Xu Zongjia's figure slowly rose. After he was level with everyone, he continued to rise, and he stepped on the flying sword again. Li Chungang faced off in the air.

"Boy Xu, you are unreasonable. You encouraged the little Taoist priest to steal my flying sword, and then launched a secret attack. Today I will definitely let you know whether my sword, Li Chungang, is sharp and unparalleled. Is it worthy of the title of Sword God?"

Xu Zongjia smiled sarcastically. He was so complacent at that time that he did what Meng Lang did and shot down the old sword god. Now that someone was talking about it, he naturally felt guilty. , smiled apologetically at the old sword god.

The fighting spirit in the old sword god's heart was surging. He had long wanted to fight Xu Zongjia. However, due to his lack of mental state and falling state, he struggled to suppress his fighting spirit. Now he finally got the chance. Naturally, Won't let it go.

Li Chungang also knew in his heart that he was probably not Xu Zongjia's opponent. He knew Xu Zongjia best among the four people present. He knew Xu Zongjia's true face and what amazing cultivation skills he concealed under his harmless appearance.

The old sword god was not worried about hurting Xu Zongjia at all, so he pressed the sword curtain towards Xu Zongjia, and the black rain of swords shot towards Xu Zongjia crazily.

At this time, Xu Zongjia changed his previous fighting method and was very similar to Wang Xianzhi below. He punched out a pair of iron fists frequently. With each punch, more than a dozen flying swords were broken into pieces and sank to the bottom of the sea, waiting for them. After thousands of years of seawater corrosion, it turned into a ball of rusty scrap iron.

Hundreds of flying swords, thousands of flying swords, Xu Zongjia's fists were like shooting stars, constantly hitting the void in front of him, and the fist marks lingered all over his body.

The water column under Xu Zongjia's feet is like a flying carpet, carrying Xu Zongjia constantly flying and flying in the air. The water column under his feet makes all kinds of incredible movements in the air, which shows the miraculousness of Xu Zongjia's magical power to control water.

It is not Xu Zongjia's style to defend for a long time without attacking. He stepped lightly, and the water column supported Xu Zongjia to fly towards the old sword god's place. The iron fist blew away all the flying swords that blocked him along the way. The fragments fell like rain, and the sword energy was fired. , blasting out deep and invisible black holes above the water.

Ten feet, eight feet, five feet, the distance kept getting closer. Even though the old sword god tried his best to use Feijian to dodge and retreat, he still couldn't open the distance between the two sides, and Xu Zongjia kept getting closer.

The old sword god used all his strength to control the sword energy. There was sweat on his forehead, and his breath was slightly disordered. He felt the gradually decreasing true energy in the sea of ​​energy in his body. He was secretly anxious and restless. His sword moves, sword styles, and sword movements Qi, Sword Gang and Sword Intent all had no effect on Xu Zongjia. Xu Zongjia was like a piece of brown sugar, clinging to Li Chungang, making him unable to make any changes.

The two were chasing each other in the air, constantly chasing and dodging, but they were still entangled and unable to pull away. All the warriors watching the battle had no use for their eyes, and their heads shook as the two continued to change directions. Shake it away, it's so funny.

With the exception of Xu Fengnian, his mind sank into the consciousness of the star mirror. The star mirror in his heart reflected everyone's silhouette on the mirror, so that he did not need to capture everyone's silhouette. Of course, this was Xu Zongjia's intention to fulfill Xu Fengnian's wish, and he never used any means to cover up his own image. Otherwise, with Xu Fengnian's little cultivation, how could his figure be printed on the star mirror.

One foot, five feet, three feet, Xu Zongjia and Li Chungang were already close at hand, and there were only a few flying swords left around Li Chungang, which were very sparse.

Xu Zongjia showed a victorious smile on his face, retracted his fists, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and smiled apologetically at Li Chungang. The old sword god mistakenly thought that Xu Zongjia gave up and left himself the last trace of face, feeling in his heart Be grateful, don't take action, and be ready to admit defeat.

A scene that the old sword god didn't expect happened. Xu Zongjia's hidden foot burst out and kicked Li Chungang three points below the abdomen. It was only a few centimeters away from the vital spot. The old sword god fell straight to the sea. Above, Wang Xianzhi and Deng Tai'a, who were fighting, were also startled. They stopped fighting and looked up at Xu Zongjia, who was swooping down from the air.

The little Taoist priest who was saving his handsome face at the side also stopped his movements and looked blankly at the towering water column stirred up by the water surface. After taking a look, he realized that the old man Li Chungang was missing. He couldn't help but secretly smacked his tongue. This sight The elegant and handsome Xu Zongjia had very dark hands, and he only hit people in dirty places.

Hong Xixiang touched the corners of his eyes unnaturally. Under the reflection of the water, a faint blue-purple color was faintly visible, which made the little Taoist priest who had been working for a long time feel sad.

In fact, the five of them have hit the target until now and have not used real fire. They can restrain the power of the moves in their hands and try their best to determine the winner without opening the Tianmen. Otherwise, the intensity of the battle will inevitably be the same. Going up a few floors, the aftermath of the battle is definitely not something that all the onlookers present can bear. Even Emperor Wu's city is feared to be turned into ruins, and the area within a hundred miles will be absolutely scorched, and no one can survive.