3345. Battle of the Top Eight 4
In the blink of an eye, the sword burst out with hundreds of feet of light, dazzling and eye-catching. With a fierce momentum, the sword in Han Hao's hand flew out and turned into a white cold light, striking towards Lu Zhenghai unstoppably.
Lu Zhenghai's heart was slightly shaken, and he squinted his eyes, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes. However, he saw him take two steps back in a hurry, and at the same time he threw away the silver whip in his hand. The soft silver whip was like a silver snake, tightly wrapped around him. On the sword. Lu Zhenghai succeeded in the attack and immediately activated his energy, controlling the silver whip to the side. Under the interference of the silver whip, the sword swung and flew past Lu Zhenghai. When Han Hao saw this, his expression darkened slightly, and his sword techniques in both hands changed. The sword turned around and quickly moved around Lu Zhenghai, looking for opportunities to attack. However, Lu Zhenghai's ability to enter the top ten list was not due to luck, but to his own strength. With his careful response, there was never any flaw that Han Hao could take advantage of. Leng Xuan, who was watching the battle below, secretly shook his head. Although Han Hao's sword control skills were powerful, they had a time limit. If this continues and no breakthrough can be found, once the sword control skills fail, Han Hao will be in trouble if he wants to defeat Lu Zhenghai.
Han Hao seemed to have considered this, his face turned cold, and the whirling sword suddenly emitted a dazzling cold light. Immediately, he saw the sword split into two, and then split into four. After a moment, the air was filled with hundreds of sharp swords. Han Hao's mind moved, and the hundreds of swords immediately stabbed Lu Zhenghai from all directions. Lu Zhenghai's expression changed slightly, he raised his wrist high, and saw a layer of flickering silver light appear on the silver whip, and it quickly spun. Not long after, the eight-foot-long silver whip formed a thick shield of light around him, protecting him in the middle. As soon as he completed this action, hundreds of swords struck him. When the two are connected, the light shield is like a clear lake surface, and the swords are like fine stones, making ripples on it. After a round of attacks, the thick light shield was still intact, and Lu Zhenghai inside it was also safe and sound.
Han Hao frowned. The strength of his opponent was obviously beyond his expectation. He stood upright in mid-air, stretched out his hand to recall the sword, looked down at Lu Zhenghai, and said in a cold tone: "It seems that those third-rate sects are not without merit, and they can actually cultivate a strong person like you." Lu Zhenghai's lips were slightly raised, and he said in a cold tone. He mocked: "Your Excellency, you are joking. How can a person like me be compared with disciples from famous and upright sects like you?" In response to these words, Han Hao actually nodded and said: "You are right, third-rate sects can't compete with you." No matter how powerful he is, he can't compare to the famous and decent sect, because there is no comparison between the two. If you are not convinced, I will let you see it." After the words fell, he raised his sword with one hand and pointed it at the sky. Suddenly, a huge momentum burst out from his body, like a violent wind, sweeping towards the surroundings.
And a dazzling cold light suddenly burst out from the sword. It's like a bright sun that makes people afraid to look directly at it. When the people watching below saw this, they all exclaimed in shock: "That is the sword technique of the Zhen Sect of the Purple Sword Sect, the Thirteen Cangyun Swords."