Chapter 438: Amazing Progress
At this scene, the most shocked people at the moment were not Linglong and others.
He looked at his pierced arm in disbelief, and even though there were constant bursts of pain in his arm, he almost thought he was dreaming.
Otherwise, how could he be so traumatized?
The person in front of him, if it is a supernatural power and a god statue, he can still accept their outcome.
Yang Xiaokai?
It's just an existence that has been cultivated for less than twenty years, and he doesn't have that ability, let alone that qualification.
However, believe it or not, when he saw Yang Xiaokai's halberd falling again, even if he thought it was just a nightmare at the moment, he had to take action.
Boom!
The sword halberd was handed over again, and the god retreated with blood.
The internal organs are burned, and the muscles and veins are damaged.
I finally stopped, but I couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
vomited blood twice, and the miracle was no longer shocked by everything in front of him in disbelief, but he also had to take his trauma as reality.
I have already buried my traumatized memories in the torrent of thousands of years, and I think of them again today;
There was no shock and vigilance on the face of the miracle, but instead of anger, incomparably angry.
When will a little bug be able to threaten him? And this little bug is still a ridiculous Mahayana pinnacle?
How could he possibly accept such a thing?
Darn!
The divine eyes flashed to extremely murderous intent, and he was very angry, and the hand holding the long sword was also bloodied from the wound because of the excessive force.
Jian Feng, with this rage, moved.
One move. The void became shaky at this moment, as if it could not withstand the fury above it. It began to crumble little by little.
"Sword, no wind. ”
The sword rose for a moment. The winds of the void were all gone, and it was as if all the previous rage had vanished.
The ultimate sword, silent, silent, and omnipresent.
Yang Xiaokai sighed, the miracle still didn't take him seriously, this is a good thing, but unfortunately although he despised it, he became serious.
Kill the other person before they get serious. Obviously, this kind of good thing can't happen.
As soon as the halberd moved, the firewood marksmanship came out again.
The remnant sun is like blood!
A remnant sun, endless, across the chest.
Ding! Ding!
Almost the moment the marksmanship appeared, what sounded was the dense sound of swords and halberds colliding.
And the miracle that suffered a big loss, this time with Yang Xiaokai's halberd, all of them retreated with one touch, and they didn't wait for Yang Xiaokai's strength to explode.
Yang Xiaokai's expression remained unchanged. Although the opponent's swordsmanship is sharp, it can be subtle for holding a gun, and there is a Nine Liaoyuan spear, although the vibration is constant. The posture was not chaotic at all, and the diameter shattered the power transmitted from the opponent's long sword before it reached the palm of his hand.
Two people. The sword halberd was completely entangled at this moment.
One move. Ten moves, 100 moves.
Miraculous fast. Yang Xiaokai is faster.
The sword is like a shower of stars, the halberd is like the Milky Way, in this sealed place, the starry sky is intertwined, but the killing machine contained in it is that Linglong and the others who are not far away can't help but gasp.
Obviously, one is the strongest Tianzun of the Daomen, and the other is the strongest in the Daomen at the moment.
The collision between the two did not have any other fluctuations except for a little spark flashing.
How terrible is this mastery?
In the battle of electric light, the supernatural but the more he fought, the more frightened he became, and the more he fought, the more he trembled.
The three days are different, and each is good at it.
Although he is good at sealing, his strongest field is the fast sword.
Even against the sword of time with supernatural powers, the advantage is still on his side, although he can't defeat the other party in a few moves, but if he suppresses it, there is no problem.
Not only that, but if you keep fighting like this, the supernatural power can only escape.
But against Yang Xiaokai, his sword had already reached its limit, and the result he got was only one point faster than the other party.
Moreover, because of the terrifying dark energy in Yang Xiaokai's halberd, he didn't dare to collide with it with all his might, which undoubtedly made him even more headache.
How could an ant who had only been cultivating for less than twenty years be so powerful?
Gradually, the supernatural did not dare to be careless, did not dare to despise it, began to be vigilant, and began to constantly test through swordsmanship, trying to find Yang Xiaokai's flaws.
However, the greater the mystery, the more terrifying it becomes.
Because he found that Yang Xiaokai was still growing under the stimulation of his swordsmanship?
How is this kind of thing possible?
The supernatural powers were shocked, but Yang Xiaokai was very happy.
With the continuous collision, he found that the unknown spot that had stuck with him not long ago was loosening.
The more he used the Lance, the more familiar he became with the conversion of power.
Dark energy, unloading strength, ingenuity, momentum, breaking strength.
Every time he made a move, the change in Yang Xiaokai's halberd undoubtedly went to the next level.
There are three basic gun training styles.
Guns, bayonets, trembling guns.
With the realization of various strengths, Yang Xiaokai gradually began to multiply more tricks.
Pick, sweep, bounce, shock.
After fighting a hundred moves again, Yang Xiaokai let out a long whistle and shot again.
This shot, still a simple stab, has added an incomparably simple change, that is, the drill.
It was not a big change, but in the moment of the divine long sword in the point, an extremely astonishing situation was produced.
The strange sword style, slow.
The strong compete, the slightest difference, enough to change a big battle.
A sword is slow, a sword is slow.
However, after a few breaths, he was originally in a stalemate with Yang Xiaokai, no, it should be said that he still had a certain advantage, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, and he began to be suppressed by Yang Xiaokai little by little.
Damn it!
Shenyi's face was extremely ugly, Yang Xiaokai's marksmanship did not change much, but with the appearance of the drill gun, even if the long sword in his hand was only a momentary moment, there was a terrifying power transmitted from the long sword.
With each collision, his palms trembled.
With only a few moves, the sword style has already begun to be out of shape.
How can it progress so fast? And, with just one more change, how can the strength be so much stronger?
Shen Wei didn't understand, and while he was shocked, he was even more puzzled by the speed of Yang Xiaokai's strength progress.
At the same time of shock, the strange heart began to give birth to a trace of retreat that should not have been, and there was a very little fear of Yang Xiaokai.
When this thought was generated, the power of the supernatural mind involuntarily weakened.
This weakness, Yang Xiaokai's mind suddenly burst out.
Originally, because of the cultivation for a short time, although the level was very high, it could only be suppressed in front of the Three Heavenly Venerables, and I meant that the day completely exploded at this moment, except for the terrifying power that belonged to it.
If Yang Xiaokai's marksmanship was just uncomfortable, then at this moment, with the suppression of his mind, Yang Xiaokai's gun suddenly became deadly.
Each shot not only shook the miraculous palm, but also vibrated his heart.
Shot after shot, the injury that Shenwei had managed to suppress suddenly exploded, and all the magic elements in his body were shaken and boiled at this moment, and he couldn't control it.
Burst!
A mouthful of blood spit out from the mouth of the god, and the entangled battle situation became clear.
(To be continued.) )