Chapter 402: Awesome skills

The battle between a short sword and a small sword is not better than two long swords. As the saying goes: "One inch shorter at a time", if two short weapons intersect "sonorously", it will become a joke.

Moreover, Zhang Xiaohua knew that the old man could not truly sense his spiritual consciousness, so she had already released his spiritual consciousness to monitor the changes in the old man's sword skills and body skills.

Therefore, no matter how the old man's sword technique changes, whether it is a combination of virtual and real, or a real move, he cannot escape Zhang Xiaohua's spiritual consciousness. He can always find free time between the changes of the old man's short sword, so as to easily use the nameless sword technique, hand the small sword to the old man's throat, forcing the old man to continue to change his moves and dodge. After more than ten rounds, the old man was already at a disadvantage.

Although the bronze mask covers his face, it cannot cover the throat. Moreover, the old man did not doubt that even if the small sword directly stabbed the mask, it could easily penetrate it.

"Where is this young man who came out? His swordsmanship is so powerful? Could it be that he is a newly cultivated figure from the Piaomiao Sect who didn't know where to fall in recent years?"

"Although I can't see the face of this young man, I can't hear the voice seem to be young. At this age, I have such cultivation level. If I give him enough time, I will not be able to suppress me firmly? If I don't keep him today, it will be difficult for me to have such an opportunity in the future."

The old man with bronze masked men, who was at a disadvantage, had a decision in his mind in his mind, wanting to kill the young man who threatened him in the bud.

The old man took a deep breath and did not act much. His face was hidden under the bronze mask and could not stand the change. But the hand holding the dagger immediately showed a rosy rosy, as if it had swollen a little. At the same time, the old man's dagger move changed and suddenly became quick. Zhang Xiaohua's spiritual sense also changed immediately. It seemed that the dagger's sword move was blurred, no longer as clearly visible as before, and even the flaws of the sword move were difficult to figure out.

Since he could not see the flaws, Zhang Xiaohua's incomplete nameless sword technique was immediately stretched. He had already encountered the short sword many times in a few breaths, and sparks almost splashed out between the "sonoccer". "What kind of sword technique is this?"

Zhang Xiaohua was shocked.

His spiritual sense cannot see the trajectory of his swordsmanship clearly!

After a few crisp sounds of collision, the old man's sword technique changed again. It seemed that just a test just now, the next sword move was the true face. Zhang Xiaohua's small sword could no longer touch the short sword, and the old man seemed to have no flaws on his body.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaohua hesitated and didn't know where to start, and felt a stinging pain under her armpit. When she looked closely, the old man's short sword stabbed his armpit. Zhang Xiaohua was shocked. She waved her left hand and greeted the old man's throat. The old man thought he had made a contribution with one sword, but the tip of the sword stabbed Zhang Xiaohua and could not stab it in again. He was stunned. When the sword's tip and body were on the sword, he quickly swung the sword to block it, and he was already behind.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaohua laughed extremely loudly in her heart. One move was as tight as another, and she was no longer as casual as she used to use the nameless sword technique before. She attacked the old man's throat like a storm. The old man was also calm and seemed to have figured out what Zhang Xiaohua's sword moves were aimed at, holding a short sword in his hand, and tightly protecting his throat. For a moment, Zhang Xiaohua could not attack at all.

After a few moves, the old man had a smile in his eyes, and the extremely fast sword move was unfolded again, attacking Zhang Xiaohua's face and throat. Zhang Xiaohua was shocked. His robe could protect his whole body, but his face and neck could not be taken into account. So he made a mistake and immediately used the Piaomiao step, barely avoiding the attack of the short sword.

Seeing this, the old man's eyes were even more smiling, and his feet were also exerting force. His body flashed continuously, and a string of afterimages flew out under the lights. It was a kind of light-skilling body technique that was not weaker than the ethereal step.

So, the draw that Zhang Xiaohua had just won back with footwork was immediately lost, and her face and throat were immediately under the attack of the old man's dagger!

Who is this old man?

Do you have such skills?

For a moment, Zhang Xiaohua had several questions in her mind.

Originally, after returning from the deserted island, Zhang Xiaohua encountered several tough opponents in succession, but none of them were his own enemies. In his heart, he had long regarded the martial arts people with a slight slight attention. His spiritual sense was felt by the old man just now, which aroused Zhang Xiaohua's alertness. But then he found that he could only feel that his spiritual sense had peeped at him, and he knew nothing about everything else, so he looked down upon him again. Until this time, his boxing, swordsmanship, and Piaomiao Step were not as good as this mysterious bronze masked old man. Only then did he feel that his spiritual sense had sprung up, and he still underestimated the heroes of the world.

In fact, not only Zhang Xiaohua's horror, but the shock in the mysterious old man's heart was a hundred times stronger than Zhang Xiaohua.

Who is he? One of the famous masters in the world, he was at the beginning, and he was at a disadvantage with this young man who had never heard of. With the use of his sword technique under his belt, even though he almost stabbed the young man several times, he could not assassinate him. I don’t know if he had practiced hard skills such as iron shirts or had extremely powerful body armor. Now, he used his ultimate light skills and could not assassinate him immediately. This young man’s martial arts can almost be side by side with the most outstanding masters in the world. Who is this young man?

Both of them were guessing the identity of each other, but they didn't stop. Zhang Xiaohua's disadvantages could not be reversed. The mysterious old man's several powerful attacks like lightning forced Zhang Xiaohua into a hurry. The old man's eyes were filled with joy. Taking advantage of Zhang Xiaohua's unpreparedness, a long thorn and a short sword stabbed Zhang Xiaohua's throat from a strange angle. This was the place where Zhang Xiaohua could not defend. When he saw Zhang Xiaohua's blood was about to splatter on the spot!

In this crisis, Zhang Xiaohua pinched the magic tricks in her hand, and her body flashed and disappeared immediately. In the old man's shocked eyes, the foolproof short sword actually stabbed the sky!

"This..." the old man couldn't help but scream.

At this time, Zhang Xiaohua, who looked like earth, showed her figure from another place in the hall.

It was really thrilling just now. If Zhang Xiaohua had not been proficient in practicing the earth escape technique, she would have been stabbed by the short sword. Even so, Zhang Xiaohua, who had just escaped from danger, was still "flying" and jumping around.

Seeing Zhang Xiaohua appearing in another place, the old man was shocked and did not dare to think too much. Another string of afterimages appeared under his feet, and he rushed towards Zhang Xiaohua like lightning. Zhang Xiaohua didn't dare to let him approach again. He swung his left hand and threw the small sword at the old man like a hidden weapon.

The old man laughed. How could such a clumsy technique hurt him? He picked up the short sword in his hand and picked the small sword away from the sky. He ignored it and his body kept shooting at Zhang Xiaohua who was standing still.

But when he was still a few steps away from Zhang Xiaohua, he still had no choice but to deal with it when he saw Zhang Xiaohua. He just put a strange posture in his fingers, and couldn't help but feel alert in his heart. At this moment, a sudden gust of wind and body were on his head, and he didn't bother to look up and watch. He felt like he was hiding aside. Looking at the corner of his eyes, the whereabouts of the little sword that had been driven away by his short sword just now. He couldn't help but be confused: "Why is it such a coincidence? The little sword is falling on his head?"

But before he could finish his thoughts, the falling little sword turned and flew straight towards his face!

In an instant, a flash of lightning flashed across the old man's mind. When he remembered something, he couldn't help but scream: "Flying Sword!!!"

Seeing that the small sword near him was stabbing someone at his flaws as spiritually, the old man no longer had the same demeanor as he had just sat firmly on Diaoyutai. He held the short sword in his hand and blocked the left and right, and immediately fell at a disadvantage.

On the other hand, Zhang Xiaohua felt relieved when she saw her flying sword coming in, “That’s right, this is the attack method that people in the immortals should have. I just used martial arts skills to deal with the peak masters of martial arts. How could there be no reason not to be defeated?”

After thinking about it, Zhang Xiaohua was free to stand there leisurely, pinching the magic tricks with her hands, and using her spiritual sense to drive the small sword as if she was stretching her arms, stabbing the old man's flaws.

Perhaps the nameless sword technique was the reason for the immortal sword-driven technique, but the incomplete sword technique immediately won the power of the small sword driven by the divine consciousness, forcing the old man to wave his sword to protect him, and he could no longer attack the small sword, threatening Zhang Xiaohua in the distance.

Moreover, the old man seemed to be shocked by the sudden appearance of the flying sword. He had no better way to deal with the flying sword for a while, so he had to defend it blindly. On the other hand, although his fast sword moves just now forced Zhang Xiaohua, who was holding the small sword, almost fell into a place of doom, but when he encountered the small sword driven by the spiritual sense, he happened to meet the nemesis. The small sword driven by the spiritual sense is far more flexible than the small sword held by the arm. Only between Zhang Xiaohua's thoughts, he could change more angles, far exceeding the speed of the sword technique used by the old man. In addition, the old man was comparable to the light body technique of Piaomiao Step just now, and now he was also disgraced. Although there were still a string of afterimages, he could not escape the threat of the small sword sword edge. The small sword chased behind the afterimage and swept a black shadow.

Zhang Xiaohua had used flying swords several times before, but those were like one-sided slaughter. As this time, it was a battle of equal proportion. Today he truly understood the power of the immortal flying sword, and gradually became more and more proficient in this battle.

There were more than a dozen moves, and the old man was barely defending and had almost no power to fight back. Zhang Xiaohua showed a smile on his lips, and he pinched the tricks with his hands. Seeing a flaw in the old man, Xiaojian turned around and suddenly stabbed the old man's bronze mask. In a hurry, the old man didn't even have time to change his moves, so he had to stretch out his left hand and grab the little sword. Zhang Xiaohua sneered in his heart, and saw Xiaojian leaning forward, dodging the old man's left hand, and heading straight to his forehead.

But just as Zhang Xiaohua imagined that the little sword was about to stab the mask on the old man's forehead, she only heard the old man laughing all his life, and his left hand suddenly became bigger. With a "punch", he actually grabbed the little sword in his hand.

Zhang Xiaohua's face is as beautiful as earth!
Chapter completed!