Immortal Soaring Blade Chapter 133: Unarmed Shaking Spirit Tool
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Skills can be killed and cannot be humiliated, not to mention that Xuan Qifeng now has an advantage in the number of people. If you don’t do anything, others will say that Zhang Ping’s persuasion is useless. Under the cold words of Zhang Ping’s persuasion, the other eight people simultaneously flew Sword, the nine people present a character font, facing the three of Zhao Jiuge who seem to be single-minded.
The atmosphere on the top of Wuhua Peak was suddenly suppressed, and the battle was about to start!
Wow.
Zhang Ping persuaded the whole body to burst out with spiritual energy, and the dark-skinned face became white and tender after being reflected by the spiritual light. Then eight auras flashed behind her at the same time, and the overwhelming pressure made Zhao Jiuge feel a little bored in his chest. He was a little better, but Leng Rufeng was already slightly trembling. After all, he was the only one among the three who had not entered the vein to quench his body.
Zhao Jiuge's dark eyes are full of war spirits, what he says on his mouth is not just a feat, he is really fearless in his heart! Although there were nine people on the opposite side, through spiritual power, he found that only Zhang Pingquan and Ling Longbiao had tempered their bodies. An unpredictable Bai Qingqing, coupled with his some Sanskrit Communion decisive, he is confident that he can fight against the nine opponents, not to mention that although Leng Rufeng is only in the early stage of building the base, his strength is not necessarily bad. As a kind of people, Zhao Jiuge knows cold thoughts and hard work better than anyone.
"Zhang Ping persuades and the other three people to give it to me. Jiuge, you deal with Ling Longbiao and the other two. As for the remaining two in the initial stage of the foundation construction, I will deal with Leng Rufeng. Remember, it can be solved quickly Don’t hesitate to consume and solve it as soon as possible. If you don’t have that certainty, you can hold them back. I will free my hands to help you as soon as possible. Don’t forget that there are a group of Xuan Luofeng disciples watching you. Be careful yourself, I have nothing left now I've helped you." Bai Qingqing said in a hurry. She was quite annoyed. She thought that she was holding the scroll. How could she have thought that Mu Zijun and the others would be indifferent, and the other two peaks would cooperate to suppress Xuantian. Peak pulse. After saying this, she no longer stayed, and immediately stepped on her body lightly, and rushed to the four people she chose, and the strength of her whole body broke out. She wants to fight quickly!
Zhao Jiuge laughed aloud, and told Leng Rufeng a few words, "Be careful." He stopped talking nonsense after he said it, rushed out, and just did it when he didn't accept it. The reason was that simple. He didn't like talking nonsense.
Leng Rufeng nodded solemnly, his eyes firm, thinking that he would take care of these two people no matter what, and could not hold back Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing, the most difficult ones, Zhang Pingquan and Ling Longbiao, have been taken by them. One shot stopped, and Bai Qingqing also shared four people, the number of people he dealt with was the least!
As Zhao Jiuge jumped forward, the golden aura of the whole body immediately appeared around Zhao Jiuge's body, and then the Sanskrit Sound Fajue was immediately used, and a layer of golden light curtain was solidified around Zhao Jiuge. Zhao Jiuge enveloped.
As soon as he came up, Zhao Jiuge didn't intend to keep his hand, and directly used his own trump card, Sanskrit Eucharist, the longer the delay, the more disadvantaged it would be for them.
Zhao Jiuge, whose body has changed, is holding the Qingmei sword in his right hand, laughing unabated, and rushing towards Ling Longbiao and the two people beside him, rushing straight on his stiff body.
Ling Longbiao and the other two next to him are also in the middle stage of the foundation stage. Would the three in the middle stage of the foundation stage be afraid of Zhao Jiuge who has only one person? The answer is obvious, no. Looking at Zhao Jiuge contemptuously, the three of them raised the flying swords in their right hands at the same time, the aura of the sky wrapped around their bodies, and the three of them picked up the swords by coincidence, and the tips of the three flying swords flickered with silver light.
Although the power of the first level of the Xuantian Sword Jue is not obvious today, it does not mean that it is not overbearing and aggressive. Everyone will not let go of the sword and learn other tricks. It will not be right in the future. Advantage.
Zhao Jiuge didn't care about the gleaming sword light, and still chose to continue running as if he hadn't seen it, but the flying sword holding his right hand was pinched tighter, and the inspiration was bright.
Ling Longbiao looked arrogant. He already had a good family background, but Zhang Ping persuaded him to be superior in strength and even more enchanting. He admired him and was willing to wait for Zhang Ping’s persuasion, but this does not mean that his vision is low. Of course he looked down on Zhao Jiuge from his heart.
A disciple of Xuan Qifeng next to him was uncomfortable with Zhao Jiuge's pretending words just now, his footsteps were windy, and he rushed out ahead of the other two, the silver sword in front of the shuriken sword tip The light was shaking, and the sword energy gushed out, and he released it to Zhao Jiuge who was rushing toward him.
The golden aura of Zhao Jiuge's whole body suddenly brightened, and seeing this Xuan Qifeng disciple's movements not only did not avoid or resist, but accelerated forward and approached him, but the green plum sword in his right hand slightly aroused.
"Boom."
With a loud bang, the silver sword aura directly hit Zhao Jiuge’s body, but the hasty attack did not cause any damage to Zhao Jiuge, who was acting on the Sanskrit Eucharist, and even the speed of his body’s advancement did not stop. a bit.
At this moment, Zhao Jiuge's eyes flashed with coldness, and the green plum sword in his hand was raised fiercely, the light of the sword condensed, and the silver light appeared on the tip of the sword, and then moved towards this Xuanqifeng. The disciple's shoulder was split.
"Pouch."
The sword light rolled through the green-robed boy's body with the sword energy, and the flesh made a sound. The sword Zhao Jiuge ignored his attack directly broke the spiritual light on his body, and a bone wound was deeply visible. Cross the chest diagonally from the shoulder.
And his whole person was rushed by the power of this sword, flying backwards, if it hadn't hit Ling Longbiao's body, he would have hit further. Falling to the ground, the Xuanqifeng teenager's facial features twisted together, his mouth groaned, the flashing aura disappeared, his meridians were injured, his exercises couldn't revolve around his body, and he couldn't lift his spiritual power. With a tight blow, Zhao Jiuge wounded this disciple of Xuan Qifeng in the middle of the foundation building realm and lost his combat effectiveness as soon as he made a move.
In the square of Xuantianfeng, a group of people stared at the scene in the Xuanguang mirror. When Zhao Jiuge knocked the opponent to the ground with one move, an uproar came from the entire square, all of them excited about the ordinary people on Wuhua Peak at this moment. People are the same as them.
"You...!" Ling Longbiao was anxious and angrily, frowning, staring at Zhao Jiuge angrily. At the very beginning, one person was injured by Zhao Jiuge. How could this make him not angry? The mentality of holding that cat and mouse suddenly stopped.
A golden flying sword in his hand suddenly lit up. The blade was slender. The front was like an awl rather than a sword. The most eye-catching thing was that the entire body of the sword exuded itself. Fluorescent, foggy, shrouded the entire sword body, even if Ling Longbiao hadn't activated the spiritual power, the sharpness of this golden flying sword made Zhao Jiuge feel a bit of a crisis of stinging skin.
This Ling Longbiao actually held a spiritual weapon flying sword, because the feeling that this flying sword brought to him was only felt from the wind flower in Bai Qingqing's hand.
Zhao Jiuge's pupils shrank, his face was solemn, but he didn't show a retreating look. As soon as his aura adjusted, he was ready to continue to gather momentum. When Ling Longbiao's whole body changed, and he moved forward to face Zhao Jiuge, after Zhao Jiuge's pupils trembled, he did not hesitate to choose to head on, and avoiding is not his habit, since today this last fight is impossible. To escape, then go ahead and fight.
Ling Longbiao did not use any fancy moves, nor did he take the time to use any tricks, but chose the simplest and clearest hard punch. Relying on the sharpness of the flying sword in the hand.
There is quite a feeling of settling the country. Ling Longbiao's left hands are folded and placed on his chest diagonally, and the golden flying sword is poked in front of Zhao Jiuge in his right hand, and the tip of the sword points directly at Zhao Jiuge. The air was distorted, as if it was also separated by the sharpness of the blade of this spiritual weapon, and the harsh roar had clearly passed into Zhao Jiuge's ears.
The hard-headed Zhao Jiuge had to lift the Qingmei Sword and transfer all his spiritual power into the flying sword, relying on the Sanskrit Eucharist outside his body to resist the offensive brought by Ling Longbiao, but Zhao Jiuge’s dark eyes are here. Shi flickered a few times, his eyes hidden deep meaning.
"Crack..."
The two contacted, there was no imaginary movement of the sky, there was only a crisp crack, and the two halves of the green plum sword broke apart at the sound, there was no fluorescence throughout, and there was no spirituality, so it was divided into two quiet halves. Lying on the ground. Under Ling Longbiao’s sharp blow, Zhao Jiuge was not harmed, but his spiritual power was rapidly declining, and the flying sword in his hand was broken and completely useless. This gave Zhao Jiuge some atmosphere, although the Qingmei sword was not What a good flying sword is just an ordinary magic weapon, but after following me for a long time, I have feelings for life and death.
Zhao Jiuge's chest was about to burst into flames, his face changed a few times, and he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Too much bullying!"
Ling Longbiao smiled disdainfully, his eyes revealed contempt, and then he was not forgiving, and continued to hold the spirit weapon in his hand, brandishing the golden flying sword, and came towards Zhao Jiuge, trying to bring Zhao Jiuge together. The sword pierced together.
Zhao Jiuge, who was getting angry, snorted in his heart, and then his eyes flashed away. He lost the green plum sword with his hands empty, his hands began to seal, shaking the law, and he saw the aura in the air. The people gathered around Zhao Jiuge's body, and soon the naked eye could see the golden light around Zhao Jiuge's body becoming more intense, as if she was wearing a golden dress.
In the end, everyone saw that Zhao Jiuge seemed to be mad, and rushed towards Ling Longbiao who was holding a flying sword with his hands empty. This made the crowd dumbfounded. What is this for? Even Ling Longbiao was slightly lost. But he wouldn't be stupid because of Zhao Jiuge, he hesitated, the golden flying sword in his hand continued to slash towards Zhao Jiuge.
At this moment, an ordinary sun was extremely bright, so dazzling that people felt a little dazzling light on Zhao Jiuge's right arm.
The crowds in the square opened their eyes wide, looking at Zhao Jiuge who seemed to be desperate, and then they saw the rich golden yellow right arm with five fingers slightly open, facing the spirit weapon with the piercing sound of breaking wind Feijian left, and then the powerful golden-yellow spiritual weapon did not move at all, and was held tightly by Zhao Jiuge's right hand.
This made everyone’s eyes stunned. A body in the middle stage of the foundation-building realm was able to resist the sharp edge of the spiritual weapon flying sword with bare hands, but everyone found that it seemed that this was not over, and stopped the spiritual weapon from hacking. Zhao Jiuge of Zhao Jiuge raised his right hand again, grasping the fist with his whole hand, and slammed the golden flying sword with a fierce punch.
Ling Longbiao, who was too late to react, even leaned back with his sword, time seemed to freeze, and the aura from that punch still remained in the air. All this is simply too yellow and violent, shake the spirit weapon with bare hands!