"How so?"

When he was surprised in his heart, Tianhan Leng floated to Ziyang's side, and the brilliant blue light suddenly rose, and he slashed towards Ziyang without believing in evil. And Ziyang dragged the flying sword like a flame sword, bringing out a blue flame tail, and collided with his flying sword again without giving way.

The brilliant light burst out, and both of them retreated some distance, and the cold was cold, and they felt their arms numb for a while, but they still didn't have the upper hand.

With his eyes squinting slightly, he floated back to the stone platform, and Tian Han shook his right arm that was a little numb, and then he floated up again and slashed towards Ziyang. And Ziyang was also Ling Ran was not afraid to continue to attack, and when the longitudinal sword flew in front of the cold and cold, he suddenly raised the sword, and then held the sword in both hands from top to bottom, and once again drove the flying sword from above to the cold below.

"Boom!"

At this time, the power of the flying swords of the two was almost the same, and they were equal. At this time, Ziyang carried the power of the blessing of the flying sword under his feet, as well as the power of gravitational acceleration from top to bottom, and suddenly slashed the cold and flew out. And he was in hot pursuit, driving the flying sword to chase the rapidly falling Tianhan Duleng's head, and the ten thousand purple sword in his hand brought out a sword shadow, slashing towards the Tianhan Duleng like a storm.

But he said that it was really tough when it was cold on this day, although he didn't have two flying swords like Ziyang, one could fly and the other fight. But he could float in the air with the brown stone platform, and at the same time he could float up from the stone platform, levitate in the air for a short period of time, and then fall back to the stone platform. In this way, although the speed of the stone platform is not as fast as the Ziyang Flying Sword, his agility in floating in the air is not inferior to Ziyang, but he does not pull down much.

In the face of Ziyang's stormy attack, it was uncomfortable to be cold, so he could only rely on the cyan flying sword in his hand to block again and again, and then make a move to withdraw the stone platform in the air and put it at his feet, which was to regain the ability to suspend in the air. But it was just a figure, and he himself continued to fall quickly to the ground with the stone platform. And the purple sun above his head continued to attack.

"Buzz!"

Just when Ziyang was about to continue attacking, there was a thunderstorm on the stone platform under the feet of the cold and cold, and in the crackling sound, a brilliant brown thunder light rose from the top of the stone platform, passing over the cold and cold himself, and surging into Ziyang.

Ziyang only had time to urge the sword technique to the extreme, so that the flying sword under his feet and in his hand formed a solid sword gang, and then put the Ten Thousand Purple Sword in front of him, but it had been hit by the violent thunder.

With a bang, a golden blue light flew out of the thunder light, and Ziyang was already blown away. And with the stone platform under his feet, the cold sky that blew Ziyang away finally mastered his body and flew into the air again.

Ziyang's sword light stopped under the pressure of mid-air, but his right arm was still trembling irrepressibly.

Although he relied on the lightness of the sword and the blessing of the Burning Blue Flame Dao Method, the power of the flying sword was greatly increased, so that the gap between the two sides became almost none. But the innate gap exists after all, and it's okay if the time is short, and after a long time, he still can't resist the opponent's high liliang advantage, and he was coldly shocked to his arm. Although the other party's weather is cold and uncomfortable, it is a drop in the bucket compared to Ziyang, at most it is just a little numb in the arm.

"This melee ...... Sure enough, it's not something that ordinary people can play. ”

Ziyang's arm was uncomfortable, and the cold on the other side shook his arm again, and he sighed in his heart.

During the closed beta, there were very few players who used flying swords and body methods to play melee combat, and almost all demon players did this, using melee combat when the top players of the human race fought against the demon race. Over time, melee combat has become almost the preserve of strongman players, and only those who are super strong can use melee combat, and only they can use melee combat well. Even if it is a demon player, the average strongman rarely uses melee combat. Basically, they use flying swords to fight against the addition weapon, and then come to the number of battles such as long-range attacks. And because the demon clan is strong in the flesh, even if it is used, it is mostly based on the strength of the flesh and the brutal attack, but it is not a jishu.

And he is naturally not among them, although he thinks that Liliang is very strong, and he also has the power to fight in close combat, but he is still not good at it. At this time, the melee was also forced by Ziyang to drive ducks on the shelf.

Although Brother's Liliang is not as good as you, even if the blessings of the two Dao Laws are still not as good as you, Brother still has a way.

In the long shout, Ziyang had already slashed his sword again, flying towards the cold sky three times. is like an immortal Xiaoqiang, although he has been abused repeatedly, he is strong and unyielding.

In the process of flying, the light on the flying sword in Ziyang's hand flickered, and the bright blue flame suddenly extinguished, revealing the original purple sword light.

"What a cruelty!"

Tianhan snorted coldly, and he was not afraid to fly up the stone platform.

Just before the two sides flew together and were about to make contact, Zi Yang suddenly lifted the Wan Zi Sword in his hand, and then the light flashed on it, and it was divided into eleven flying swords, surrounding the long sword in Zi Yang's hand. Then the light on the twelve flying swords flashed again, and it turned out that each flying sword had differentiated into seven sword lights, and those sword lights flashed again, and they each differentiated into seven sword lights. All of a sudden, the air where Ziyang's right hand was located was completely covered with purple sword light, and there was a bright purple sword light as far as his eyes could see, but it was impossible to distinguish which ones were true and which ones were false.

Just after these sword lights were formed, Ziyang is arm fell, holding the flying sword in his hand and coldly slashing at the cold. In the process of falling, eleven purple lights flashed next to him, and the eleven flying swords that had been differentiated from each other fused back into the main body.

Ziyang slashed down with a sword, and those sword lights followed behind and slashed towards the cold sky. It flew in front of the Wanzi Sword first, arranged in a row, and the handles were stacked on top of each other, forming a wall of sword light formed by the convergence of sword light in the air, just like bamboo slips tied side by side, slashing fiercely towards the cold sky.

Seeing that Ziyang suddenly changed his moves, although the weather was cold and cold, although he was vigilant, he also had no chance to hesitate, and when he saw the wall of sword light coming, he could only hold his sword to block.

The sky was cold and the cyan long sword was blocked, and the first sword light suddenly slashed on it, followed by the second and third ...... One after another, the slashes on the cyan flying sword that was cold and cold formed a wall of sword light that extended from the cyan flying sword to the purple sun, and the bottom of this sword light wall was the sword light of the purple yang differentiation, and the top was the body of the ten thousand purple sword. With the fall of the Ten Thousand Purple Sword, the width of the Wall of Sword Light was rapidly narrowing.