Chapter 450 The Eighteen Swords of the Storm

Qin Yaoluo's right hand was tightly clenched with Fang Bai's left hand at some point, and the palm was already covered with sweat.

Although she didn't know martial arts, when Wen Shiba's sword stabbed out, she could feel the endless murderous intent contained in it, her heart beat suddenly, her eyes were tightly closed, and she didn't dare to look.

"Nephew Wen Xian, please be merciful!"

With a deep voice, Qin Ling reminded Wen Shiba that he hoped that he would not be too cruel and hurt the hands of ghosts, otherwise the two sides would forge a death feud.

Wen Shiba turned a deaf ear to Qin Ling's words, the sword was even more powerful, the true energy surged, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, sealing all the escape routes of the ghost hand.

Wen Shiba was full of confidence in his sword. He felt that this was the most exciting and peak sword he had stabbed in his life.

He seemed to have seen the scene where the ghost hand's fists were cut off by him, and he screamed in horror, and there was even a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

When the soft sword in Wen Shiba's hand was still a foot away from his chest, the figure of Ghost Hand moved.

With incredible speed, he dodged Wen Shiba's sure-to-take sword, and then punched directly at the blade of Wen Shiba's soft sword.

Wen Shiba's soft sword is made of special materials. It is extremely flexible and sharp. Coupled with the fierce sword energy contained in the sword body, ordinary warriors dare not touch it with their flesh and blood, otherwise they will die. Undoubtedly hurt.

But the ghost hand was so bold that he directly threw his fist at the soft sword. In Wen Shiba's view, his hand would definitely end in a bloody mess.

when--

The fist of the ghost hand hit the body of Wen Shiba's soft sword, and there was a clear and clear sound like metal hitting.

The moment the fists and swords collided, Wen Shiba's arm holding the sword suddenly trembled like an electric shock.

Immediately, an incomparably domineering, ferocious force spread from the sword body and poured into his arm, causing him great pain in his mouth, and the soft sword almost couldn't be held, and flew out of his hand.

"What a hard fist! What a domineering punch?"

Wen **** was taken aback, his face changed slightly, the soft sword retracted, and after holding the sword flower in the air, the sword turned sideways, and turned to cut across the waist of the ghost hand.

The punch of the ghost hand just now made Wen Shiba put away all his contempt, and unleashed his unique skill of pressing the bottom of the box "Eighteen Swords of Stormy Rain".

The "Eighteen Swords of Gale and Rain" is a swordsmanship inherited by the Wen family of Yanyulou. Although there are only eighteen swords in total, each sword is more powerful than the other. Sweeping, like a torrential rain pouring down, the momentum is astonishing.

Wen Shiba practiced this set of family swordsmanship since he was a child, and when he was eighteen years old, he finally mastered the swordsmanship and mastered the swordsmanship. None of the disciples of Yanyulou who were under forty years old could resist his series of eighteen swordsmanship, so he It was renamed "Wen Shiba".

Wen Shiba stabbed out with the first sword, and before the move was exhausted, the second, third, and fourth swords followed...

His sword was as fast as one sword, and when he reached the sixth sword, the power of the six swords was superimposed, and then burst out instantly.

Where the sword passed, the surrounding air and the fallen leaves on the ground were stirred by the sword wind, and danced all over the sky, following the direction in which the long sword pierced, covering the ghost hand.

Everyone around, except for Fang Bai, was moved by Wen Shiba's swordsmanship.

"If it were me, if I didn't try my best, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to stop his superimposed power of the six swords! The Yanyu Building is worthy of being a great sect in the secular ancient martial arts world, and it really has a rich background!"

Qin Ling looked at Wen Shiba with a solemn expression, once again worried about the ghost hand.

Wen Shiba's "Eighteen Swords of Gale and Rain" is several times more powerful than the first sword he stabbed just now. The ghost hand can block his sword, but it may not be able to block his serial swordsmanship lore.

Wen Xiangxin's eyes were even more approving. In his opinion, his son's swordsmanship had improved a lot compared to before. Maybe he didn't need to use all eighteen swords, and the ghost hand would be injured and defeated.

When the time comes, he must let his son humiliate those two ignorant little bastards severely, and let them know that Yanyulou is not something anyone can provoke.

The ghost hand who had been involved in Wen Shiba's sword gesture had the same expression as usual, with sarcasm still in his eyes, as if Wen Shiba's superb sword skills at the bottom of the box were still ignored by him.

The ghost hand has been secretly operating the gold-based exercise "Buddha's Wrath Golden Staff Kung Fu", and the metallic true energy with an indestructible momentum circulates in his body at a high speed and pours into his fists.

The ghost hand has a golden spirit root, and Fang Bai taught him the gold-based kung fu "Buddha's Wrath Golden Staff Kung Fu" based on his physique and skills.

This set of gold-type exercises was learned by Fang Bai from a Buddha in the past. Although the level of exercises is not high, when they are practiced to the peak, the power of true energy that can be blasted out with one punch is as strong as ten thousand catties. The bombardment of the Zen stick can open mountains and rivers.

Although the cultivation base of the ghost hand is not in the realm, but when using this set of gold system skills, an ordinary punch is no longer something a warrior of Wen Shiba's level can compete with.

The power of Wen Shibaliu's superimposed swords rushed forward with a surge of turmoil, and the fist of the ghost hand was struck again, like a Buddha waving a Zen staff in his hand, and a golden light flickered on the end of the fist.

when--

The sound of metal clashing sounded again, accompanied by the exclamation of several people watching the battle.

No one thought that the seemingly ordinary punch of the ghost hand not only made Wen Shiba's sword invisible, but also sent the soft sword in his hand flying, and landed in a pool in the distance.

Wen Shiba's soft sword was made of special materials. If it were replaced with an ordinary sword, it would have been shattered into pieces by the punch contained in the ghost hand's punch.

quiet!

The sword momentum disappeared, the turmoil subsided, and the scene became deadly silent, only the sound of wind, leaves falling and the sound of breathing could be heard.

Qin Ling keenly noticed that Wen Shiba, who was standing there blankly, looked a little terrified and a little painful. His hand holding the sword was trembling slightly all the time, and blood dripped down his face from time to time. Fingers dripped to the ground.

Obviously, Wen Shiba was injured in the short but intense confrontation just now, and suffered a lot.

"Eighteen! Are you all right?"

Wen Xiangxin obviously also noticed the abnormality of his son, and shouted in a deep voice with a look of surprise on his face.

He couldn't figure it out, how could the simple punch of the ghost hand make his son's soft sword let go and get injured?

Wen Shiba seemed to have lost his soul, standing with his hands down, without any response to his father's question.

At this moment, his mind was "buzzing", and the scene just now kept flashing through his mind, making him feel terrified.

When the ghost punched out just now, the voice of the Buddha was faintly surrounding his ears, and it seemed that a burly Buddha wearing a Buddhist robe and several feet tall appeared in front of his eyes.

The Zen staff seemed to have the strength of ten thousand catties, and it fell like a hill. He was so shocked that he was dumbfounded and forgot to resist.

When he came back to his senses, the soft sword in his hand flew out, the tiger's mouth was also shattered, and his bones felt as if they were falling apart. [PS: The author will release some extra stories related to the novel from time to time, as well as the cover pictures of the hero and heroine of the novel, as well as the major female emperors and immortal emperors. 】