Chapter 320: Triple swordsmanship, Hong Chen laughs
Chapter Three Two Swordsmanship Threefold, Hong Chen Laugh
"This is the third heavy sword position!" In the room where the four great elders were, the second elder exclaimed, with a look of surprise on his face.
The ghost is only in the middle of the battle king realm. If you understand the triple sword power, it will be too terrible. Many people even in the late battle king, even the peak of the battle king can't understand it.
Once you understand the third epee sword power, you will have the power to seal the king.
"No, it's not a sword power, but a combat skill. It is a weird combat skill to transform the virtual into reality." The third elder shook his head. Although the sword just disappeared in a flash, it could not escape their capture.
"It's really not a sword power, only combat skills can attack like this. If you understand the third heavy sword power, then it's not bad?" The second elder recalled the blow just now and quickly understood.
Even if he was on the side of the Great Elder, he was not stingy in admiring Xiao Fan.
"I suddenly thought of someone who realized the third heavy sword force in the middle of the King of War Realm." The Fourth Elder suddenly spoke.
"Who?" the second elder asked without hesitation.
"Sneer blade!" The Fourth Elder took a deep breath.
The two elders and the third elders showed surprises on their faces. When they mentioned the sneer blade, no one knew them, and no one knew them.
That is the legend of the battlefield of life and death in the capital of the Huo Emperor. It has been victorious in six months, breaking the record that has been maintained for hundreds of years.
Now that another five years have passed, this record is still maintained, no one has broken it!
"Compared with the sneer blade, he is still far behind, wait until he can win Yum." The elder's face was very ugly, and his heart was murderous.
What is rare is that the Three Elders did not refute. In his heart, at least for the time being, no one can surpass the Sneer Blade.
Ghosts can’t work, nor can Tiancans!
On the life-and-death battle stage, the ghost shadow held his arm in one hand, and half-kneeled on the ground, his cold eyes staring at Xiao Fan like a bloodthirsty beast.
Xiao Fan's eyes were very calm, letting the blood flow down his chest, he carried the Shura sword and walked towards the ghost step by step.
"You actually realized the third heavy sword position!" Ghost image gritted his teeth and stood up, forcibly resisting the pain of losing an arm, "You are fine, originally I thought I would not perform this trick until after 90 games, you It's worth dying by my trick."
Xiao Fan didn't stop in his footsteps. He had undoubtedly touched the edge of the third heavy sword just now, and grasped something.
But it's lost between the fingers, just like trying to hold the quicksand harder. The tighter the grip, the more you lose.
He needs a thrilling battle to pierce this barrier and touch the trace of enlightenment, even if he knows it is death, he will not hesitate.
It is enough to die in the evening!
"A sea of blood is raging!"
The ghost roared, and a **** mist suddenly filled his body, and the mist turned into a storm blade, killing Xiao Fan from all directions.
At the same time, the ghost disappeared in vain and disappeared completely, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.
puff!
Xiao Fan's arm was pierced by a sword, he struck out with a sword, and was torn apart in the **** storm, but there was nothing.
"You can't even catch my figure, what can you fight with me?" The ghost's proud voice sounded, countless sharp swords kept appearing, and Xiao Fan shot blood all over his body.
The next moment, he slowly closed his eyes, quietly sensing the changes in his surroundings, using one heart and two uses, while comprehending the third heavy sword force, while resisting the ghost's attack.
One sword!
Two swords!
Ten swords!
...
The ghost image seemed to not want to kill Xiao Fan immediately, cutting every inch of Xiao Fan's skin with one sword and one sword.
Xiao Fan's eyes were calm to the extreme, as if it was not him who was bleeding, and there was no pain on his face, letting that sword slash on him.
At the same time, he shot faster and faster. At first, ten swords could only withstand one sword, and slowly, he could block two swords and then three swords.
After half a cup of tea, there was almost no place in Xiao Fan's body. Blood penetrated his clothes and dripped down his arm.
Wherever he went, there were scarlet footprints.
"What a terrible perseverance, this is not dead!" Seeing this scene on the screen of the Fourth Elder's pupil, he couldn't help but shiver.
This sword was cut on the body with one sword. If the general warlord, or even the warlord, would have long been unable to bear this kind of pain, it would have been bleeding and bleeding.
However, Xiao Fan's back was always as tall as loose, without any bending.
"Have you noticed that his sword is getting faster and faster? How do I feel that this kid is not confronting the enemy, but is comprehending the sword." The second elder shuddered either.
"If this son does not die, it will become a great weapon in the future." The third elder took a deep breath.
"Three elders, how can you let me do this? Don't you have a natural handicap?" The second elder suddenly smiled and looked at the third elder, with a flattering smile on his face.
"Didn't you just say that ghosts are not ghosts' opponents?" The Three Elders smiled playfully, as if I would not agree to kill them.
"Haha." The second elder smiled awkwardly and scratched his head embarrassedly.
"Look at it, it's not necessarily right now." The elder said with a slight expression on his face.
If it is true that the second elder said that this kid is Wu Jian, then if the next 30 games are arranged by the third elders, who knows how far this kid will grow.
"wind!"
After dozens of breaths, Xiao Fan suddenly moved, and countless white sword shadows bloomed from him, densely packed, covering every corner of the void.
puff!
Suddenly, a figure fell out, the robe on his body was torn to pieces, the mask on his face was also torn apart, revealing a hideous face, and his eyes were extremely **** red.
Cang! He flew more than ten meters before stopping, leaving a deep blood stain on the ground, and the blood sword was deeply inserted into the battle platform.
"Isn't this dead?" The crowd was horrified, looking at the two blood men on the stage of life and death, feeling numb all over.
"Bastard!" The ghost roared and rushed out. On top of his head, a blood-colored long sword whizzed out, and he turned his head in the void.
With a clang, he drew the blood sword, turned it over in the void, and rushed towards Xiao Fan like a spiral.
"Seventh-Rank Battle Soul Blood Shadow Sword? Isn't this the black and white impermanence of the profound palace?"
"Yes, it is Heiwuchang. I didn't see that face clearly just now. I thought I had read it wrong. I didn't recognize him for a while. No wonder he never revealed the battle spirit. This is deliberately hiding his identity."
"If Hei Wuchang is killed by a ghost in the battle of life and death, his twin brother Bai Wuchang will definitely come to avenge him. I heard that Bai Wuchang is one of the most promising disciples of genius who will enter the inner courtyard this year. He is more powerful than his brother Heiwuchang. a lot."
The crowd looked at the ghost in horror, no, it was impermanence to be precise, and shocked their eyes.
"Black and white impermanence?" Xiao Fan frowned, with a strange color on his face, and he thought of the two characters in the legends of the previous life.
Unexpectedly, in this life he would become the opponent of Heiwuchang. What would happen if he were to be killed?
Xiao Fan didn't care about any disciple of the Profound Palace. As long as he stood on the stage of life and death, only one person would survive in the end.
Thinking of this, Xiao Fan slowly raised the Shura sword in his hand, and a sword force burst out from him.
"Threefold swordsmanship, Hong Chen laughs!"
