Chapter 951 Seize the Sword and Fight Back!

Leng Rou, Little Fatty and others became nervous.

After all, they haven't seen each other for a hundred years, and they don't know where Su Zimo's combat power has reached.

Leng Rou looked at the Jinghong Sword in her hand and suddenly regretted it.

Just now, if this Xiantian Lord magic weapon was returned to Su Zimo, it might be able to play some role at this critical moment.

But now, Su Zimo stood there with his bare hands.

Jian Wuhen's long sword had already pierced his throat!

At this distance, even if Su Zimo wanted to take out the magic weapon from the storage bag, it was already too late!

What's more, Ye Tiancheng's eight maids have also surrounded him and blocked all his escape routes!

"Arrogant man, let me see where you can hide!"

Ye Jiu's eyes were cold and he said with hatred.

A flash of joy also flashed across Jian Wuxing's eyes.

He seemed to be able to see the next moment, Su Zimo's throat was pierced by his sword!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Su Zimo suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, full of energy, loud and deafening!

Jian Wuxing frowned slightly.

He suddenly noticed that even in the face of such a siege, Su Zimo's eyes were not panic at all, but full of ridicule!

Then, Su Zimo said calmly: "I can take your sword once, but I can take it a second time!"

He is an eternal monster!

Faced with such an offensive, there was no thought of hiding at all!

It’s not necessary!

Before he finished speaking, Su Zimo suddenly took action. His whole arm was limp and flung out with a snap, like the proboscis of an ancient elephant resting on the stabbing sword!

One roll and one shock!

"ah!"

Jian Wuxing exclaimed.

He felt an extremely terrifying force, twisting and trembling, and suddenly erupted.

His palm couldn't hold the sword at all!

The sword vibrated, the tiger's mouth tore open, and blood oozed from the muscles on the arm, dripping with blood!

In the midst of lightning and flint, the sword flew away from his hand, only to be snatched away by Su Zimo!

No one could see clearly what happened when the two of them fought.

Even Jian Wujing himself didn't know.

Everyone just knew that in the blink of an eye, the sword had changed hands!

No one can understand the fear in Jian Wuxing's heart at this moment!

Although the long sword he has now is not a magical weapon of the Xiantian Lord, it is also a perfect magical weapon. It is extremely sharp and can cut iron like clay!

It was really unimaginable to him that someone at the same level could snatch his sword away with bare hands!

This method and such a powerful body were beyond his knowledge!

At this moment, there was only one thought left in Jian Wuxing's mind.

"escape!"

Jian WuXing's long sword was snatched away. Without any hesitation, he immediately pulled away and retreated.

Immediately afterwards, he felt an extremely terrifying aura that made his scalp explode!

I saw Su Zimo's free left hand, two fingers together, condensed into a sword finger, and lightly slashed in his direction!

laugh!

A sword energy burst out from Su Zimo's fingertips, a vast expanse of white, blazing and dazzling!

In an instant, the heaven and earth shook, and the situation changed color!

Heavenly Killing Sword Technique!

Seizing the sword and counterattack almost happened at the same time!

Not to mention Jian Wuhen, even the monks in the entire Tongxuan Courtyard felt a heart-stopping murderous intention, exuding a bone-chilling chill!

hiss!

The group of cultivators took a breath of air.

What a terrifying sword energy!

Apart from the Sword Sect, is there such a terrifying sword art in the Tianhuang Continent?

"I know! Tiangang Tuopeng was crippled by this sword energy!"

Someone exclaimed.

Daojun Pang Lan originally had the idea of ​​watching a show, but after the sword energy burst out, a slight chill ran down his back!

Subconsciously, Daojun Pang Lan sat upright with a solemn expression.

Daojun Lanyue's expression changed slightly, and his eyes gradually narrowed.

She is the Taoist Master of Dharma, and her cultivation realm is far beyond that of others, so she feels it more clearly!

This Mo Ling has obviously not exerted the true power of this sword energy, but even so, this sword energy is enough to destroy everything!

Compared with this sword energy, the sword that Jian Wu trace had just struck pales in comparison, like a child swinging a sword randomly.

The monk next to him could feel his heart trembling.

One can imagine Jian Wujing's situation at this time!

He seemed to smell the breath of death!

Jian Wuzong's pupils shrank violently, his hands continuously changed magic spells, mana surged, and a huge mana sword was condensed between the two palms!

"Kill me!"

Jian Wuxing roared angrily, swung his mana sword, and slashed at the oncoming sword energy!

Bah!

A soft sound.

Almost inaudible.

The mana sword in Jian Wuzong's hand was cut into two pieces by the thin white sword energy, and collapsed instantly!

And this sword energy almost didn't pause as it pierced Jian Wuxing's chest!

The sword sect's magic is actually helpless in the face of this sword energy!

Jian Wuzhen's expression was ferocious, the veins on his neck were exposed, and his eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness.

This sword energy may not be able to kill him, but after the sword energy enters the body, it will definitely destroy his body!

He has never seen such terrifying sword energy, even among the Sword Sect!

"I'm not willing to give in!"

Jian Wuxing burst out with a final roar.

suddenly!

Just when Jian Wuxing had given up, a huge pull came from his arm, pulling him back!

Jian Wuzhen's figure floated and fell towards the front of Jian Zong's formation.

As he turned his eyes, he saw a familiar figure standing in front of him.

"Brother!"

Jian Wuzhen's spirit was shaken.

When his life was hanging by a thread, Hang Qiuyu still stood up!

"Brother, help me kill him!"

Jian Wuxing shouted through gritted teeth.

Hang Qiuyu said nothing.

He was also speechless!

Only when he really stood in front of this sword energy did Hang Qiuyu feel this kind of fear.

Unconsciously, there were beads of sweat on his face!

Buzz!

Hang Qiuyu draws out his sword!

A stunning sword light emerged!

The Six Paths of Dharma Patterns, the magical weapon of Xiantian Lord!

Wherever the sword light passed, the entire vitality of the void seemed to be taken away by this sword!

Wu Sheng Sword Technique!

This sword art is an untransmitted secret technique deduced by the ancestor of the Sword Sect through one of the three ancient sword art. It is astonishingly powerful!

Clang!

The sword energy and the sword tip collide!

Endless murderous intent permeates the air!

The void at the collision seemed to be cut into pieces!

Hang Qiuyu was shocked all over and took three steps back.

With every step, the soles of your feet sink deeply into the ground, leaving a clear footprint!

That terrifying sword energy finally dissipated.

But Hang Qiuyu's arm holding the sword was still trembling slightly, and it was difficult to stop it!

He used his innate magic weapon and the Wu Sheng Sword Technique to burst out with a sword, but he could only barely resist the sword energy!

What is the origin of this sword energy!

What frightened Hang Qiuyu even more was not the sword energy.

But the person who released this sword energy!

The Mo Ling released the sword energy, turned around, faced Ye Tiancheng's eight maids, and never looked back.

Didn't even look at them.

Who can match this kind of confidence!

But what really made Hang Qiuyu's heart sink into the abyss was this person's identity!