1616 Rebaked Number Nine

Liang Ru, as a new generation of Shangfang Sword, is also the guardian of China. Her soul has been recognized by the sword souls, so she can get powerful power from Shang Fang's sword!

Li Fan has also performed this kind of swordsmanship before, through communicating with the sword soul, borrowing their power, and playing the transformation of sword intent! Let Shang Fang's sword merge with himself, and the human sword merges into one, which can increase his strength by two or three times!

Before Liang Ru was at the pinnacle of strength, but after transforming, her strength has smoothly climbed into the realm of a generation of masters. At the same time, those sword souls also instilled their rich combat experience into Liang Ru. At this time, Liang Ru is no longer that young rookie who has just gained strength, but a true fighting master!

She controlled the flying sword, and she was in front of Long Baili in an instant, stabbing Long Baili's throat directly, killing her with one sword!

Long Baili was taken aback, he quickly swung the knife in his hand, trying to split the flying sword. But he waved his hand to sweep away, and it turned out to be empty! The palm of my own actually pierced through the body of the sword?

What the hell?

The next second, there was a sharp pain in his leg. Long Baili looked down, and saw that Shang Fang's sword had been stuck into his calf just now!

"Damn it!"

Long Baili didn't understand what was going on, but Li Fan saw the general idea.

Just now Long Baili swung a saber indiscriminately, but at his level, it was impossible to make a random move. This shows one thing, in Long Baili's eyes, the Shangfang sword he saw was aimed at his upper body!

What does this mean? At that moment just now, Liang Ru used his spiritual power to confuse Long Baili, and created a fake Shangfang sword in Long Baili's mind, making him fall for it!

This move is really scary, false and true, true and false, this is also a kind of superior martial arts!

The stronger Long Baili is and the more experienced he is in combat, the easier it is for him to be fooled! Because for Long Baili, when he saw the opponent's attack, he would almost subconsciously fight back! In this way, he basically couldn't avoid Liang Ru's phantom sword.

Sure enough, Liang Ru created the phantom sword again, Long Baili slapped it into the air, but Shang Fang's sword pierced into his left arm from the side.

Two consecutive sword stabs caused Long Baili to lose blood severely. He took a few steps back, poked the acupuncture point, and stopped the bleeding. But the blood loss was still too much, and a sense of dizziness had enveloped Long Baili's eyes, and everything he saw turned black.

"Damn... am I going to lose at this step..."

Long Baili couldn't help being annoyed, he was still too careless! The successor of Shangfang's sword, you really shouldn't be underestimated... Even if it's just a little girl, she still made herself suffer so much.

"I won't lose! I won't eat your moves anymore!"

When Long Baili was speaking, a Shangfang sword had already arrived in front of him.

"I won't be fooled again!"

Long Baili forcibly controlled himself and did not pick up the sword! But the sword was solid, piercing his lower abdomen directly, and coming out from behind.

Long Baili took a few steps back, widened his eyes, and knelt down on the ground.

"competition is over!"

Seeing that Long Baili was fatally injured and lost his ability to fight, the host hurriedly announced the result.

Liang Ru relied on Shang Fang's sword to defeat the leader of the Kongtong faction. This attack method opened the eyes of many people.

"Phantom sword?"

"Shang Fang's sword is well-deserved."

Like Wang Zhenyi and Yuxu, their eyes lit up. But they are true masters after all, after a battle, they also have a way to deal with the phantom sword in their hearts. Even if they meet Liang Ru in the next round, they still have a way to deal with the phantom sword.

"Well, am I doing well?"

As soon as Liang Ru returned to the player's bench, she immediately sent a WeChat message to Li Fan.

"The performance is indeed very good, but it is all the credit of the sword soul."

Li Fan's words made Liang Ru dissatisfied, and the little girl rolled her eyes.

"You also have to learn more from Sword Soul and absorb their combat experience."

"Got it, blah blah! It will be your turn in a while, don't lose!"

"Thanks for caring."

Li Fan was neither humble nor overbearing, he just stood there, looking at the field outside. In the next round, who will fight with whom?

"Under the expectant eyes of the audience, we ushered in the third game today! The top sixteen match is really unusual. In just a short while, two people have already advanced. In the third round of the top sixteen match, whether Can it be so smooth? Let us wait and see!"

Soon, the list for the third round of the top 16 competition came out!

Abbot of Shaolin, Master Yuxu, superstar against US Emperor, Hero No. 9!

The old abbot stared at the bald head, clasped his hands together, and slowly walked onto the ring. And No. 9 was wearing his familiar black uniform and cloak, like a hero on TV, falling from the sky, and landed in front of Yuxu with a bang.

"It's America's superhero, No. 9 is on the stage! He really is an idol, and his appearance is so cool! Half of the audience is cheering for him. It seems that this superhero is very popular." !"

Number 9's popularity in the West is almost at the level of a nuclear bomb. His appearance made the fans excited. These fans are all wearing No. 9's surroundings, cheering and cheering for No. 9.

"Number nine, I love you!"

"Come on, number nine, defeat that evil monk!"

"You are the strongest!"

Hearing these voices, the eminent monk was also a little dazed.

"Amitabha... When did I become evil?"

"Leave them alone."

No. 9 folded his arms and stood in front of the old monk, "You make a move."

"Amitabha, the benefactor is very polite. Look at the thousand Buddha palms of this old monk!"

Yuxu is Yuxu, decades of cultivation are not given in vain. Just like an old Buddha in meditation, he moved like lightning in the blink of an eye, and with a yellow light, he arrived in front of No. 9 in an instant. At the same time, he struck a thousand Buddha palms and went straight to No. 9's forehead.

No. 9 was still holding his arms, as if he hadn't reacted, Yuxu slapped his forehead directly.

"boom!"

Master Yuxu acted mercilessly as if he had turned into a Shura during the martial arts competition. A Thousand Buddha Palm is amazingly powerful. The ground under No. 9's feet collapsed directly, and broken stones and bricks flew everywhere.

"Amitabha...donor...are you alright?"

Yuxu also felt a little regretful, he couldn't control himself when he was fighting, and he was a bit ruthless!

"Very good."

Number 9 folded his arms, stood there, and replied calmly.

"Amitabha!"

Not only Yuxu, but all the Shaolin disciples in the surrounding stands uttered the Buddha's name!

It's amazing! He ate a thousand Buddha palms from their abbot head-on, and he was safe and sound?

"Old monk, continue."