"Sister, this Zhao Yan is a bit interesting. He is a practitioner of both Confucianism and Taoism."
"It's true, but if you only have this ability, the next level will be over."
At the end of the road is a lush forest with lush trees.
Yaoyue and Lianxing stood on the branches of a giant tree, looking at the battlefield.
At this time, Zhao Yan used two long swords to rush through the crowd, tossing eleven people into a panic with just one person.
"Although the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism have their own magical powers, they still have their own shortcomings in the face of the real realm of martial arts."
"These people are just cannon fodder sent by Dongchang. They consume their internal energy and energy, and they won't feel bad even if they all die."
The breeze blew Yao Yue's sleeves, and when the light rain fell around her, it was blocked by the invisible air wall and fell outward.
"What my sister said is true. Except for Monk Nakong Wen, who is somewhat genuine, the rest are all broken Vajras who are not worth mentioning. They are fake and mysterious."
"In order to become a saint, they would not hesitate to become a court hawk. How can these people have any self-respect at all?"
Lianxing's eyes narrowed slightly, and it was obvious that she looked down upon these people.
But how could a proud woman like her understand the other person's pain?
Yaoyue obviously thought more than her sister, but she didn't point it out and just continued to watch with an indifferent expression.
At this moment, there was a sudden movement in the trees not far from the two of them, and the two women looked over with lightning eyes.
I saw a handsome young man with his hands behind his back, floating on the branch like a fairy. When the two of them looked over, he smiled politely and nodded.
There is a knife pouch hanging on his waist. There is a decent icon on the knife pouch.
"They are people from Qixia Town. Aren't they busy reviewing the Rouge List? What are they doing here?"
Lianxing was a little curious and said softly.
"Of course I'm here to see a good show. This person is known as the number one person in the celestial realm. Can't my sister tell who he is?"
"He is Xiao Li Feidao Li Xunhuan?!"
"Look at the knife pouch on his waist, who else could it be?"
Yao Yue replied coldly, taking a quick glance and not looking any further.
Li Xunhuan is well-known in the world of Jiuzhou. Although he is only in the Zhixuan realm, his unique secret technique "Flying Knife to Ask for Love" is invincible in Zhixuan.
Just because the flying dagger is always fired, almost no opponent in the Zhixuan realm can dodge it.
Therefore, he is called the number one person in the celestial realm.
As soon as the two of them finished talking, another person fell on the branch near Li Xunhuan.
He was fully armored and held a heavy spear.
With such a weight, the slender branches under him were not broken, which shows his high strength.
"It's Han Jia, sister, could this person be..."
"The aura is very strong, it must be that person."
Yao Yue keenly sensed a hint of threat from the stranger.
Someone who can make her feel dangerous despite her state...
Also wearing the armor of a Han general, it could only be Huo Qubing, the Han god of war!
Zhao Yan in the venue also noticed that many people came to watch, but what he didn't expect was that the people who came were so important.
The two long swords were guarding him like guardians on the left and right. Only when he was close to the enemy would the cold sword suddenly fly out.
Zhao Yan's main opponent is Master Kongwen.
This Buddhist Vajra is indeed rough-skinned and rough-toned, and the two famous swords that stabbed and slashed each other only produced a large number of sparks.
The cassock was badly damaged, but there were only shallow marks left on the skin.
This result finally brought some balance to the various factions who were frightened by the previous battle.
Master Kong Wen has gained a lot of confidence, and feels that Zhao Yan only has this level of strength after giving up "following the rules".
"Your Majesty, this sect's sword control skills are nothing more than this, why don't we just capture him without any help."
Zhao Yan calmly continued to chop Kong Wen's neck with his sword again. The sparks shot westward, leaving another white mark. It was in vain.
Seeing this, the experts from various factions who looked slightly embarrassed around them all attacked with weapons in hand.
The two long swords rotated rapidly to force the crowd away, and Zhao Yan took the opportunity to turn over and escape from the crowd.
"Two handles are not enough, then add two more handles!"
As he spoke, he raised his sword fingers again, and the two remaining famous swords on the left side of the Qitian Sword Box also shot out.
The tip of the west-hilted long sword is forward, ready to go.
Kong Wen's expression changed drastically. If the two swords were not a threat to him before, then having the ability to control the west sword showed that Zhao Yan's sword control skills were at least at the second level of Xuan.
The sword control technique of the second level of Zhixuan can break armor up to 600 times.
Then your own Donkey Kong state is not enough to withstand its attack.
The rest of the people also immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.
At first I was still feeling lucky that Zhao Yanfang didn't use his "words and tricks", but now I no longer feel lucky at all.
Zhao Yantong Yuxi Jian, but his expression did not change at all. He stretched out his hand lightly and flicked the rain that happened to fall.
Snapped…
The rainwater was bounced by it and shot out. At the same time, the long sword with the west handle also charged towards the crowd like a ghost.
puff…
boom!
Bah…
There were several different body-penetrating sounds in succession, and after a moment, the long sword with the west handle circled in the crowd and returned to Zhao Yan.
The next moment, the bodies of the eleven masters suddenly exploded, and sword energy burst out from the sky. Everyone who was still alive just now was broken into pieces of flesh one after another and collapsed.
Geng Yujing was dumbfounded, the shocking power of this killing move was too strong.
Although Zhao Yan's previous killing of two people was satisfying, it was far less exciting than Yu Jian's killing of eleven people at once.
The little Taoist priest who came down the mountain for the first time could not see this kind of life-and-death struggle on the mountain. This time his horizons were really opened.
"Your Majesty, how many swords can he wield?"
Geng Yujing turned his head and looked at Banhe, expecting to get an answer.
After all, the Qitian Sword Box is very big, and now it can only be opened on the left side. The West Sword can have such power if it comes out together.
What about the right side... there should also be a sword in the west, right?
What's more, the middle of the sword box seems to be able to be opened, and the black sword that the prince took before is inserted right into it.
Banhe glanced at him indifferently.
"I only brought seven swords, now I have eight."
"That means the prince can wield eight swords!"
"My master only uses famous swords. As for how many swords he can wield, I don't know."
"...So strong."
Geng Yujing murmured.
He knew that his master was very strong, but his strength was beyond the scope of his understanding. He had never seen it in real life.
But Zhao Yan's strength was actually shown in front of his eyes, which was extremely terrifying.
clang!
While he was still marveling, the famous sword with the western handle from the distance came galloping towards him and was inserted back into the sword box.
Zhao Yan in the distance waved to the two of them, indicating that they could continue walking.
Banhe shut the sword case back, put it on his back and mounted his horse again.
Seeing this, Geng Yujing also skillfully mounted his horse and galloped forward.
In the forest.
A smile appeared on Yaoyue's face.
"Playing tricks clearly refers to Xuan's third-level swordsmanship. Pretending to be the first-level deceives these people into taking it lightly, and the result is a single battle."
"Yes, I even pretended to kill Monk Nakong Wen for a long time. I was really leisurely."
Lianxing puffed up his cheeks and said dissatisfiedly.
"Let's go to the next place."
"good."
