Chapter 1716： plot (1/2)

As the sword came out of the sheath, Song Zhifan's momentum was getting stronger and stronger, and the sky was shining, covering his body, slowly drilling into his body, and also into the sword he was taking out of the sheath.

His body and sword body seemed to be integrated into one, truly reaching the unity of man and sword, all shining with light, the radiance of glory shining around, dispersing the darkness around the black sword.

”Bang!” In a muffled sound, the black sword and the lighted sword fought each other, taking a step back, stopping in the void, staring at each other in shock.

Chu Li's face was sober.

Song Zhifan's sword body is bright and scorching, as if holding a lightsaber, he can't see the true meaning, but it blends in with him, as if he is the sword, and the sword is him.

This is obviously practiced as a sword mastery, Chu Li speculates that there are ten days!

This is the Tiantian tactic he was desperately hoping for. After getting this tactic, he could cooperate with his own Tiantian Sword and Santian three styles, and maybe he could deal with the spirit tiger and shame the snow.

This time I came back to plan the Heavenly Tactics, but I did n’t expect to be trained by Song Zhifan. Now it seems that this tactic is amazing. When facing Tianren, Song Zhifan could only pretend to die, but now he can communicate with Tianren The fight went together, and it seemed to be evenly matched, without falling into the wind.

”What Wu Gong are you?” Meng Xiaoqi snorted, and the whole body suddenly became bright.

”Yan Tianjue!” Song Zhifan proudly said.

Meng Xiaoqi frowned: ”Tian Tian Jue? Never heard of it!”

Song Zhifan hummed: ”It's just ignorant, your magic sword is also very common, then take me a sword!”

The lightsaber flashed suddenly in his hand, and the next moment reached Meng Xiaoqi's chest.

Meng Xiaoqi slashed to Song Zhifan's neck and ignored the stabbed sword.

”Bang!” Song Zhifan waved his sword to block the long knife, and the two of them disappeared in a flash, appearing in the void ten meters away the next moment, staring at each other with a frown, feeling embarrassed and helpless.

They all felt unable to win. Although Song Zhifan's cultivation was not as good as Meng Xiaoqi's, he benefited from the power of Yun Tianjue and made up for the gap in strength. Meng Xiaoqi was better, but there was nothing he could do to win against Tian Tianjue.

”Bang, bang, bang” The two made a dozen moves in succession, the swords intersect, can not help each other.

Chu Li suddenly stabbed the sword.

”Bang!” Song Zhifan's Guanghua skyrocketed suddenly, and then sneered: ”Dirty guy!”

Meng Xiaoqi also slammed, as if drunk and took a step, then the whole body's light burst, and then resumed as usual, staring at Song Zhifan coldly: ”What a good day!”

Chu Li's face changed slightly.

Song Zhifan's attack was attacked by his own sword, but Meng Xiaoqi's attack was attacked by Song Zhifan, but Song Zhifan's attack was invisible and intangible, but he felt that it was similar to the sword.

This Xuntianjue can be as good as his own sword, and it can not only attack the soul, but also be united in the sword. It must be able to strengthen itself with the power of the sword.

He suddenly understood why Song Zhifan was looking for Xun Tianjian, because Xun Tianjian is the strongest and hardest sword in the world. With the power of this sword, he really can't be beaten.

Thinking of this, he felt a little cold.

It's too difficult to get this gimmick. Nowadays, in this situation, it is almost impossible to provoke two people to lose both.

Chu Li suddenly raised his voice and yelled, ”Men of the Blade Sword, what secret method must you be urging, how long can you persist?”

Meng Xiaoqi sneered: ”Good boy, I almost forgot about you!”

He cut off with a knife and suddenly disappeared. The knife and him appeared in front of Chu Li, and the blade was already close to Chu Li's neck, and Chu Li was so weak and weak that he could not avoid it.

”Huh!” Song Zhifan snorted, picking the sword at the tip of his sword, and stabbed at Meng Xiaoqi's chest.

Meng Xiaoqi didn't flash away and slashed to Song Zhifan's head.

”Leader!” Chu Li sang softly, and suddenly stretched his left arm to block the sword.