Twisted Realm

Facing the powerful pressure brought by the two powerful professional masters, Shi Yong and Cheng Shan, Meng Xuan raised the folding knife in his hand. Not only did he not feel fear, but he felt a kind of excitement from his heart.

Finally, I can really try this knife.

Finally, I can go all out to try out the limit of my own strength.

Possessing four rounds of spiritual power, he practiced Nelson’s orthodox ritual combination method, superimposed on the once-strengthened strange sensation and blood-origin ritual.

Even Meng Xuan himself doesn’t know where his limits are now.

The last time he fought against Zhao Chuanwu, it was rude to say that after the Blood Origin Ceremony broke out, Meng Xuan didn’t even use more than 70% of his strength, and he easily completed the crushing of Zhao Chuanwu with the powerful gesture of cutting off the weapon. won.

And now, he is stronger.

Strong professional level?

He felt that this was not his limit.

“It will be resolved as soon as possible, Miss, there are other arrangements later.”

Shi Yong’s face was indifferent, his left hand was behind his back, and his right hand shook the three-foot-long soft sword in his hand, making a shuddering sound, like a rattling poisonous snake.

“So, as I said long ago, it is the easiest thing to slap to death. Miss must waste your time.”

Nearly two meters tall, with his arms hanging down to his knees like an orangutan, Cheng Shan, a strong man with an iron tower whose sturdy muscles propped up his black suit almost torn apart, put on his white gloves and said in a loud voice.

“Stop talking nonsense, I’ll pester you to kill.”

Shi Yong said lightly, his body trembled violently, almost leaving an afterimage on the spot.

Like a cheetah that suddenly started, he slammed towards Meng Xuan, his wrists trembled slightly, and the three-foot soft sword in his hand trembled wildly. flower.

Shadow Sword, Lotus!

Meng Xuan felt a strong sense of crisis all over his body, his eyes kept flashing, and the dynamic force was almost used to the extreme.

However, the advantages of the soft sword appeared at this time.

The trembling sword body is like a shadow, uncertain, and it seems that there are thousands of different moves, it is difficult to distinguish.

Meng Xuan, who has only just been exposed to fighting techniques for a few months, does not have enough experience to discern the mystery of the Ghost Eye Sword.

but.

Meng Xuan’s eyes flashed.

Can’t see through your moves?

unnecessary!

Swing the knife, slash like crazy!

If you can’t see through your swordsmanship, then use absolute speed and reflexes to crush it!

Brush, brush, brush, brush! !

Meng Xuan’s arm streaked across the air with afterimages, and the superposition of power, reaction, flexibility, speed and other powerful qualities after the superposition of the two abilities of strange sense and blood source were all superimposed together.

The Sensation Ritual and the Blood Origin Ritual are part of the structure of a complete secret pattern, and their functions are complementary to each other, so that they can finally be integrated into a complete secret pattern.

Through the characteristics of the abnormal sense and blood source ability, Meng Xuan guessed that the complete secret pattern structure generated by the fusion of the three ceremonies of strange sense, blood source and heart and eye may be more inclined to the agile type.

As for swordsmanship, the most important thing is speed and response, followed by strength!

Meng Xuan was completely overwhelmed by the cold sword light. Now even if someone throws water at him with a water basin, they will all be shaken by Meng Xuan’s sword light and the air waves caused by the slashing air, and there will be no trace of it. fell on him.

Clank clank! !

A deafening symphony of gold and iron quickly dissipated along with the fierce sea breeze.

Shi Yong’s shadow sword technique, whether it was a false move or a real move, was all cut off by Meng Xuan’s slash!

He has never seen such an opponent before. He is known as ghost eyes because their kendo style of meditation strengthens his dynamic vision and subtle body reflexes, allowing him to easily see through the loopholes in his opponent’s moves and counterattack. .

But in the face of Meng Xuan, he felt that his ability seemed to be of no use at all.

Meng Xuan’s moves are full of flaws, but none of these flaws can be caught by his current body reaction speed.

What kind of knife technique is this?

“let me do it!”

A deep boom like a subwoofer came from Meng Xuan’s side.

Bang! !

The air seemed to explode, making a violent roar.

The ground of the arch bridge trembled.

A huge palm with white gloves like a fan, gradually enlarged beside Meng Xuan, and smashed into Meng Xu’s head.

The huge vibration and the sound of air bursting made Meng Xuan’s eardrums buzz.

Cut! !

Without hesitation, Meng Xuan swung the knife towards Cheng Shan’s palm and slashed it down suddenly.

Poof!

A low muffled sound came, Meng Xuan only felt his arms tremble, his mouth went numb, he jumped back four or five steps, and almost missed the folding knife in his hand by this palm.

Looking at Cheng Shan again, the white-gloved palm that was beheaded by Meng Xuan was unharmed!

There is a problem with the gloves! Power type, can not be hard-connected!

Meng Xuan gripped the handle of the knife fiercely, forcibly suppressing the shock in his palm.

The soft sword of the Ghost Eye Sword is like a poisonous snake spitting out letters. It is as quiet as a virgin and moves like a rabbit. It repeatedly pierces out from almost impossible angles and strikes the key point of Meng Xuan’s body. Its skill and speed have reached a point that Zhao Chuanwu cannot match.

A simple and honest smile hung on the corner of Cheng Shan’s mouth. A pair of fleshy palms were so violent that they slapped on the pillar on the arch bridge, and actually smashed the solid stone pillar with a diameter of about ten centimeters into pieces.

Under the attack of the two, Meng Xuan kept retreating, and there were scars on his arms, shoulders, waist and ribs that were cut by the soft sword.

The strenuous exercise generated a lot of heat, which was locked in his body and circulated continuously, making his whole body red.

Meng Xuan roamed through the violent crisis, dancing on the blade of death.

Any carelessness or mistake may be broken by Shi Yong, or broken by Cheng Shan’s explosive palm.

But Meng Xuan didn’t have any fear.

Instead, he became more and more excited. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

dong dong dong!

Clank clank!

The dull sound of the blade colliding with the fleshy palm.

The piercing golden sound produced by the collision of the knife and the sword.

At this moment, in Meng Xuan’s ears, it seemed to be the most beautiful note.

All the cells in his body were activated.

He seems to have found a real sense of being alive.

From the previous life to this life, until this moment, he truly felt that he was alive.

Between life and death, between victory and defeat, the aura of one’s own life becomes extremely strong.

hum!

The two pieces of information in his body that represent the strange sensation and the blood source ability are constantly rhythm, and it seems that he senses something that excites them.

Their function is activated to the peak at this moment.

Meng Xuan even saw their structures in the information light clusters that represented them.

He seemed to understand something.

At this moment, the knife in his hand almost completely turned into an afterimage, covering Shi Yong overwhelmingly.

Clank clank!

Shi Yong felt that the soft sword in his hand had been hit at least five times in one second, the huge force numb his tiger’s mouth, and a few more knife wounds suddenly appeared on his arm, making him unable to lift his strength for a while. .

Meng Xuan avoided Cheng Shan’s huge palm covered with a seal, and ignored Cheng Shan, who was moving slowly. He dodged, passed between the two, and slammed towards the bridge railing, who was still leaning on his hands, staring blankly into the distance. Asia.

“Miss!”

Shi Yong’s face changed dramatically.

For Meng Xuan, the distance of more than ten meters only took the blink of an eye.

Aisia seemed to be unaware of his approach, still looking into the distance.

The knife in Meng Xuan’s hand was raised high and slashed towards Aisia’s neck.