Chapter 1170

"Oh? And the hole cards?"

Zhao Huaian's sudden deep voice made De Yunxiao feel a little excited. To be honest, with his current strength, it would not take too much effort to deal with a cultivator who was only one stage higher than himself.

However, the Zhao family is a first-class force in the Tenglong Continent, and Zhao Huai'an is definitely not the only one among them. He wants to learn as much as possible about the Zhao family's fighting methods.

Swish!

After Yun's joke was over, Zhao Huai'an stretched out his right hand, and then everyone saw that on the palm of his right hand, there was already a three-foot long sword glowing with blue light, and there was a trace of special aura exuding from it.

"This is the Qingming Sword. The sword is three feet nine inches long and two inches six inches wide. It was obtained from the Zhao family's Qingming Mountain twenty years ago. I fed it with blood essence for twenty years, and now it is one with me!"

Zhao Huai'an looked at the Qingguang long sword in his hand with some confusion. These words sounded a little inexplicable, but after all, they let everyone know the origin of this Qingming sword.

A ground-level high-level long sword weapon is not a big deal, but when they heard Zhao Huaian's last words, it made some people think.

As for the weapon, there is indeed a saying that the weapon can be used by the body, which can make this weapon more like an arm, but ordinary weapons can't achieve such an effect at all. In this way, the Qingming Sword still has Something unknown.

"Yun Xiao, if you can take my sword, Zhao will take the initiative to give up the sword and admit defeat, but if you can't take it..."

There was a touch of ultimate confidence in Zhao Huai'an's tone. He didn't finish his last words, but everyone understood what he meant. If he couldn't bear the consequences, he could only go to see the King of Hades.

"Is he finally going to use this trick?"

As a genius of the Zhao family, Zhao Ling still has some understanding of the move that Zhao Huai'an is about to use. Although that move is powerful, it can hurt people. Even if it can kill Yun Xiao, it will not take a few years. Impossible to recover.

"Hearing what you said, I really want to see what kind of sword move it is!"

Hearing Zhao Huai'an's confident words, Yun Xiao stood with his hands behind his back. He didn't seem to have the "I really want to see" that he said. Instead, he felt as comfortable as an adult watching a child playing.

"Ignorant child, how do you know the power of a sword with your body?"

Seeing that Yun Xiao was so calm and indifferent, this time Zhao Huai'an just yelled softly and was not irritated, because he knew that the sword he was going to use next could not tolerate the slightest negligence.

Hoo hoo...

After the low shout fell, a special aura emerged from Zhao Huaian's body, and then a bloody aura came into his nose. It seemed that the elder Zhao family seemed to be wrapped in blood.

Under everyone's gaze, the blood energy that Zhao Huai'an sacrificed directly attacked into the Qingming sword in the next moment. , all seemed to emit a faint blood light.

"Essence and blood as a guide, feed the sword with your body!"

Zhao Huaian was solemn and solemn. He stretched out his right hand, and a drop of dark red blood essence spit out from his index finger onto the sword. Then, everyone saw a scene of extreme astonishment.

I saw Zhao Huai'an's entire figure slowly blending into the huge Qingming sword. This is the legendary fusion of human and sword.

"Tsk tsk, you are really desperate. This move alone may cost you decades of life, right?"

As the reincarnation of Longxiao God of War, Yun Xiao could tell at a glance what trick Zhao Huai'an had used, and no one would use such a trick unless it was at a critical moment of life and death.

Because once the sword is held by the body, it is equivalent to using one's own vitality to bless the power of this weapon. The longer the time is delayed, the more vitality will be lost, and it may even be unable to fight for a long time, letting its life directly come to an end.

But after thinking about it, this time is indeed Zhao Huaian's life and death juncture. If Yun Xiao cannot be completely killed, then Zhao Huaian will be the one who will die. The battle has already started, and there is no way out for both sides.

"die!"

A stern sound came from the huge sword body of blood and energy, which seemed extremely mysterious and strange.

But at this moment, no one paid attention to this strangeness. They all wanted to know, could that rough-clothed boy named Yun Xiao be able to block Zhao Huaian's sword attack?

"What is he going to do?"

At this moment, everyone suddenly saw the rough-clothed boy, slowly raised his arm, and took down the wooden sword that had been stuck obliquely in his back.

"Could it be that he wants to use this wooden sword to counteract Elder Zhao's sword with his body, isn't that too self-sufficient?"

Many people have never seen Yulongjian, and even Zhao Lingjun and Tieshu who have seen Yulongjian don't think that wooden sword can really compete with Zhao Huaian's sword.

Strictly speaking, with Zhao Huai'an's cultivation base in the middle stage of the Volunteer Realm, he blessed the high-level Qingming Sword, and the combined power of this human sword unleashed is already comparable to the strongest strike of a late-stage Volunteer Realm expert.

Although Zhao Ling and the others had seen the power of the wooden sword, but with such a gap, it was impossible for a wooden sword to compete against the high-level earth-level weapon Qing Mingjian, which was a sword held by the body, right?

People who don't know the inside story think that Yun Xiao is overestimated, but only Yun Xiao knows that what feeds the sword with the body and nourishes the sword with blood, is vulnerable to the Dragon Sword, how can these mortals in Tenglong Continent Will you know the magical power of Yulongjian?

"it's over!"

Zhao Huai'an, whose entire body had been integrated into the Qing Ming Sword, could naturally see Yun Xiao's movements, and immediately felt relieved.

A soft sound came out from the blade of the sword, and the next moment, the Qing Ming sword, which was a human sword, was already striking with the humble wooden sword in Yun Xiao's hand.

Crack!

There was a light sound immediately afterwards, which made the preconceived onlookers subconsciously think that Yun Xiao's wooden sword must not be able to withstand the Qingming Sword, which is a combination of human and sword, so it was cut off once, and then cut off Yes, I'm afraid it's the body of the rough-clothed boy?

"No! It's not a wooden sword!"

However, some cultivators with tyrannical soul power discovered an incredible scene in the next moment, because they suddenly discovered that the wooden sword in Yunxiao's hand was still intact.

In this case, the Qingming Sword could only be cut off. Thinking of Zhao Huai'an who had merged with the Qingming Sword, everyone was horrified and wanted to see the final result.

"ah!"

Under everyone's staring eyes, a shocking howling sound finally came, and then everyone saw a figure squeezed out from the broken Qing Ming sword, and this figure belonged to Zhao Huaian, It turned out to be only half of the body.

Some thoughtful people looked at it with a feeling, and saw that half of the body of the Qingming Sword that was cut off from the tip was also squeezed out, which looked extremely weird and bloody.

"How could that wooden sword be so strong?"

At this moment, no one regarded that wooden sword as an ordinary wooden sword anymore. Just kidding, even the Qingming sword that was holding the sword was cut in half, and Zhao Huai'an's miserable end was all in the air. It showed that the winner of this battle was the boy in rough clothes.

Zhao Huai'an, whose waist was cut off, had no choice but to die for a while, seeing him raise his head, enduring the severe pain like being torn apart, his eyes were fixed on the wooden sword that Yun Xiao held in his hand.

"What kind of sword is this?"

Zhao Huai'an's breathing was extremely disordered, but the low voice of the question was still clearly audible. This might be his greatest wish before he died. I don't know how many grades are tyrannical.

"Dragon Sword!"

At this moment, Yun Xiao didn't hide anything, and inserted the wooden sword that wasn't stained with blood back into his back, and after the three words came out of his mouth, many people gasped.

"You dare to call it 'Yulong', what a bold tone!"

Some stubborn and old-fashioned people all showed a touch of anger. You must know that this is the Nine Dragons Continent. According to legend, there were Nine Dragons in ancient times. Those are the most noble beliefs of the Nine Dragons Continent cultivators, and no one can tolerate wanton profanity.

On the Nine Dragons Continent, there is actually a sword called "Yulong". The rough-clothed boy was too arrogant.

"Yulongjian? Hehe, it's not wrong to die under such a divine sword!"

On the other hand, the dying Zhao Huai'an, after getting the answer he wanted, seemed to have exhausted his last ounce of strength, barely squeezed out a smile and finished speaking this sentence, then his head tilted and he didn't move at all.

"Zhao Huaian...is dead!"

Seeing this scene, no matter how dissatisfied everyone was with the name "Yulongjian", they couldn't help feeling a little frightened at that rough-clothed boy.

Zhao Huai'an is the elder of the Zhao family, a majestic middle-stage powerhouse in the Fudi state, but in the hands of the rough-clothed boy, he only lasted three moves, and in the third move, he also took out the strongest method of using his body to hold the sword .

But even so, Zhao Huai'an still couldn't escape the fate of being split twice. Although there was a reason why he didn't understand the power of Yulongjian, the boy in rough clothes undoubtedly had the ability to crush the strong in the mid-stage of the Voldemort Realm. Strength.

Aside from the shocked onlookers, Zhang Daohe and Zong Boti, who had been paying attention to the battlefield here, sensed that Zhao Huaian had died, and their hearts were filled with turmoil. This seemed to have a great difference from what they had thought before. In and out.

That's all for Zhang Daohe, after all, he is a strong man in the late stage of the Volunteer Realm, but Zong Bodhi, who had a slight advantage in the battle with Chi Yan at the moment, felt nervous, and finally found that he chose to help Zhang Dao this time. And dealing with Yun Xiao, I'm afraid it was a bit reckless.