C724 (2/2)
Millions of people on both sides of the Strait don't understand why they laugh. Ye Han, who is also a swordsman, understands that they both laugh to find a strong opponent.
Ye Han's heart is also full of blood. He wants to fight with them.
”Luo Yu!”
”Forget Sichuan!”
”Fight with all your strength!”
Two people suddenly after a big drink, one hand purple que sword, one hand yellow sand broad sword to each other.
The roaring river wind blows the long hair of the two men, their rock like cheeks, and their robes.
The only thing that can't blow is the sharp eyes like sword light, which can't blow the heart of a strong man who yearns for the peak of martial arts.
Fight!
Dangdangdangdang!
Just as they collided with each other like meteors, a series of metal collision sounds sounded on the river bank.
The sparks flashed, the waves surged, the river roared, and the sword light crisscrossed.
Two people like two ghosts keep the handover collision, there is only the piercing sound of the sword.It's zique cheering, it's Huangsha roaring, it's the war song composed by swords!
All the people on both sides of the river hold their breath and stare at the two fighting people.
However, those who have divine sense of Lingdong and Dawu have long been shrouded in their fighting range, and then their faces show a look of horror.
”Draw a knife to cut off the flow!”
Luoyu's nine swords cut off at the most terrifying speed.
Dangdang!
Nine swords in a chain, cut in a tenth of a second, lightning flint speed cut forget Sichuan, waving sword like shield, keep waving block, keep retreating.
Bang, bang, Bang!
With each step back, the power and the real yuan that was unloaded shook up a 10 meter high wave, and the Mohe river was boiling and rolling.
The ninth step, forgetting Chuan even retreated nine steps, also blocked Luo Yu's extremely fast nine swords.
Among all the swords, the open edge Epee, that is, the zique sword, is the most powerful.
If you want to ask about the defense, the first is the broad sword like Huangsha. Once it's waved, it's like a shield. It can't defend against the wind. It's hard to hurt ten thousand arrows.
”Forget Sichuan, try this sword again”
Luo Yu points his sword on the surface of the yellow sand and flies back. The purple que sword in his hand is raised above his head, and he cuts it down angrily.
”Six swords means to dominate the sword and return to your heart!”
Six purple sword shadows emerge, and a huge purple sword of more than ten meters is cut out.
Six purple sword shadows merge into the sword, and the sword rises again. The power of this sword is six times stronger than before!
The sword is like a blow to the sky. It cuts down to the oblivious river.
The sword didn't arrive, but the huge pressure and sword spirit it carried rolled up a gust of wind. The river was rolling, and the willows by the river were crushed by the sword spirit.
Chop!
Forgetting the river complexion dignified incomparable, on the body suddenly lit up a touch of yellow sword light to cover the whole body.
The yellow sand broadsword in hand is waving continuously, forming a light ball composed of yellow sword light.
Boom! Boom!
This sword in the expectation of the people finally cut to the river, purple sword light became the only light in the river, submerged in front of the body of the river.
Boom!
The Mohe River, tens of meters deep, explodes. The water is in waves. All the sediment and gravel at the bottom of the river vibrate out. The flow of Mohe river is cut off for a moment!
The power of this sword is so terrible!