Chapter 54: Betting on Sword Fighting (Please Recommend and Collect)

"——If you can block my hundred swords that don't use innate qi today, the discussion of the cauldron furnace and the original embryo will never be mentioned again, and you can even offer three embryo refining pills and three snow soul pills. If you can't, in the future you Be my servant!"

Zong Shou was surprised when he heard the words, and this time he was a little dazed. This Zhao Yanran's temperament is really unpredictable.

He thought that this woman would never bring up this matter again, and there was no relationship between them.

She didn't expect Zhao Yanran's thoughts to jump all of a sudden, and suddenly wanted to fight swords with him again. Judging by the expression of this goddess, she seems to be extremely serious. A posture that if he is not willing, he will not give up.

Tilting his head, he only pondered for a moment in his hand, and Zong Shou's Song Wen Feng Sword was decisively unsheathed.

Although it is a bit troublesome, it is not bad to be able to settle it like this. Three Embryo Pills, three Snow Soul Pills, this battle, he gambled! In fact, being forced to this point is inevitable.

But before going forward, Chuxue firmly held her back, and said anxiously: "Young master, don't worry about this witch! Even if you don't need innate qi, her zhenqi is much stronger than yours. This battle is not fair at all! This witch has the nerve to say that she wants to fight swords! The big deal is to fight her desperately. Chuxue is not afraid of death."

The knife in Yin Yang's hand also overflowed with a little spark. Countless steaming steam suddenly came out of the water-filled land around him, but his face was as cold as a mysterious soldier of ten thousand years: "My son, Yin Yang is now confident that he can stop this woman! You don't have to worry about—"

Zhao Yanran smiled disdainfully, too lazy to argue with Chuxue. Only Yin Yang, let her care a little bit. I don't know if this person was locked up by those two golden threads for too long. The foundation of a suit is extremely thick. At this moment, after getting rid of the restriction of spiritual law and breaking through the nine meridians of the body chakra. There was no instability in the whole body, but it quickly stabilized. Faintly, it is already the peak of body wheel. There are even signs of a breakthrough again.

The whole person seemed to have been silent for a long time, and the volcano that gathered countless heat was about to erupt.

Zong Shou's heart warmed slightly, and he lightly tapped on the back of Chuxue's wrist with his fingers, making her jade arm soft. He broke free easily and stood in front of Zhao Yanran. The same sword pointed in front of him and said with a smile: "One hundred swords, three Pills of Refinement, and three Pills of Snow Soul, this is what Miss Yanran said! Don't regret it afterwards—"

Strange to say, when Zong Shou raised the sword in his hand, he no longer had the leisurely, unruly, and leisurely look. The whole person is majestic and solemn, like a sword that has just been sharpened, with a sharp edge. After only a moment, it returned to plain, with all sharpness lost.

Zhao Yanran was startled for a while, and then there was a smile on her face. Only with such talent in the way of swords can it be possible to destroy the eighteen sword puppets of Ling Yunzong in a short period of time. For a while, I was even more excited to see the hunter, and my fighting spirit was surging.

When a breeze blew across the swamp, Zhao Yanran's fairy-like figure suddenly disappeared in place. The whole figure seemed to have sneaked into the wind, making it hard to see with the naked eye.

Yin Yang's hand holding the knife was clenched tightly, and his muscles tensed subconsciously. And Chuxue couldn't see Zhao Yanran's figure at all. When he reacted, he heard an eardrum-shattering weapon buzzing next to his ear.

Zongshou was neither sad nor happy, standing in the field, looking ahead indifferently, with the sword in his hand, he stabs left and cuts right. A series of dense clanging and clanging sounds sounded around the body, and the sword blades clashed. But stick to the same place, calm and unhurried. Counting in his mouth: "Nine, ten, fourteen, fifteen—"

The speed of the swords of both of them is extremely fast, and sometimes it is too late to count, so they skip directly. He secretly thought in his heart, although this woman's personality is a bit weird, she still kept her promise. Not only did he not use his innate qi, but instead he controlled the power of the sword to the level of a martial artist.

Only this agility, which is infiltrated with the spirit master's wind control technique, can be possessed by a martial artist at the first level of body wheel? Really cheating cheating cheating! The plug-in is turned on.

There was another 'ding' sound, which was several times louder than the dozen or so strikes before.

Zong Shou's eyes sank, and he felt his right hand was slightly numb, and the blood in his chest was churning, and he clearly felt that the power had increased by a full ten times. A trace of icy power went up the sword, making a small section of the sword at the front end covered with frost in an instant.

With a cold smile, Zong Shou took a photo of the snatched Flame Body Talisman on his body without hesitation, and felt his whole body warm. Still without the slightest intention of giving in, all the energy was gathered at the tip of the sword, and he stabbed towards the side casually.

There was another series of sounds of sword strikes, more than 20 times of blows, the sound of the sword shaking was higher than once, and the strength and true energy also increased by a few points every time the sword passed. Zong Shou was not timid, he stood upright with sword against sword.

What Chuxue saw was incomparable surprise. With Zong Shou's cultivation, how could he possibly compete with Zhao Yanran, who is an innate martial artist?

It wasn't until his vision gradually adapted that he gradually realized that each of Zong Shou's sword strikes was on the spine or edge of Zhao Yanran's sword. The location is uncertain, and the bearing capacity is often the smallest.

But he was even more horrified, and took a few steps forward, wishing to see more clearly. Zhao Yanran's figure was so fast, how did Zong Shou manage to do it, and how could he distinguish Zhao Yanran's sword path? Can a prediction be made so early in advance? As accurate as possible, find the best bearing point.

By the time of the sixty-fifth sword, the area was already shrouded in sword shadows, and countless cold mist scattered in all directions.

Zong Shou didn't insist anymore, and whenever the icy sword was too strong, he simply backed away. The foot moves forward suddenly, and retreats suddenly, in the shadow of heavy swords, advances and retreats freely.

In turn, with that ingenious pace, it interfered with Zhao Yanran's high-speed running figure. While pointing at Chuxue, he said: "Xue'er can see clearly? You come from the tiger cat family, and you were born with extraordinary agility. But with your speed, it would be a pity if you only use it to dodge fighting!"

At this moment, it's not just Chuxue, even Yin Yang seems to be enlightened, and he can't take his eyes off it. On the other hand, Zhao Yanran's face was livid with anger, and she let out a cold snort. In an instant, all the phantom figures were collected in one place. A sword pierced out, as if flying from outside the sky, with a howling piercing sword, it came suddenly.

Zong Shou's expression was also concentrated, and he felt an unstoppable force before the confrontation. But he smiled coldly, his figure swayed slightly, left and right. Attracting the edge of the sword also fluctuates accordingly.

Just when the fierce sword was showing signs of weakening. Stepping back a few more steps, the Songwen Fengjian thrust out suddenly. The blades staggered, and the two swords immediately became a series of sword whirls. Zong Shou seemed to be trying his best to draw the sword aside. Zhao Yanran simply took advantage of the situation and wanted to twist the sword in Zong Shou's hand.

Just when the twist was about to come to an end, and the Songwen Wind Sword gradually became unsupported, and it was about to fly out, Zhao Yanran's eyes also showed regret. Zong Shou changed his pace again, and the sword suddenly pressed down. With the help of the sword's whirling power, he leaped forward, and a sword shadow directly swept towards Zhao Yanran's throat!

Close at hand, fierce and fierce, and also extremely abrupt.

At this moment, Zong Shou's sword seemed to be a fierce blade from Hell Styx! In the blink of an eye, cold and decisive!

Zhao Yanran actually felt a bit flustered, she quickly backed away, and drifted backwards until she was ten feet away. But when he landed on the ground, there was a deep bloodstain on his neck.

Looking at Zongshou again, he has already returned to the original place. The sharpness that was shown before disappeared again, and the indifference remained the same.

Zhao Yanran's hand trembled slightly, full of disbelief. Even before, hearing Long Ruo say that the young man in front of him broke Xiao Luo's Heavenly Sword Formation and copied the Heavenly Talisman, he was not as shocked as he is now.

——What did she see just now, sword intent! It turned out to be sword intent!

It's not like the flying knife, it's just an empty air, but it's a really tyrannical martial arts idea that frightens her and makes her almost unavoidable!

——Obviously it shouldn't appear on this young man. This kind of power is far beyond the level of a martial artist, and even she, who is an innate martial artist, cannot touch it. However, that sword just now seemed to have both body and spirit, but it was specious. And if not, it's not far off.

For a moment, Zhao Yanran was terrified to the extreme. Then the unbelievable surprise also reached its peak.

Unexpectedly, Lingyun Longruo sometimes misses him.

As a martial artist, he could already see the profound meaning of the sword. How can this boy be limited by the word genius? How could such talent be limited by his physique?

If Nalong finds out about it in the future, I don’t know what kind of regret it will be——