The sword of crossing the sky

Chapter 293: Taboo: Hundreds of Controls and Thousands of Flows

A wave of short-term fights, evenly matched, but in comparison, it is certain that Su Mu's strength is higher than that of Duanhuo Mingyan, but judging from the current situation, the four of Duanhuo Mingyan are slightly at a disadvantage, but many The East China Sea fighters watching the battle were not very optimistic about Su Mu.

Because Bai Haojun from the Bai family has not made a move yet, and his strength is the highest among the six, even the highest among the younger generation of the six.

On the cold ice arena, Han Yubing generously swallowed a pill to restore the depleted Gang Qi. She only made one move just now, but this move helped several people smooth over their poor Qing Kung Fu. Deficiencies in stature.

Duanhuo said clearly, Feng Gaochao, Zheng Yun, the three of them took the road of hard bridge and hard horse, and were not very good at light kung fu and body skills, so Han Yubing forged this ice ring under Bai Haojun's order.

Erase disadvantages, improve advantages, and seize every opportunity to win. Although Bai Haojun is proud and confident, he has never underestimated Su Mu, especially after the spectacular and eye-catching sword energy forest appeared. Mu's vigilance has risen to a higher level.

Despise the enemy strategically, and attach importance to the enemy tactically.

After a short fight, Bai Haojun glanced at Zhang Houyu, touched the scabbard of the long sword on his waist, and said proudly: "Houyu, if you keep your hand, the Zhang family's prestige prison control swordsmanship will be very difficult!" Belittled."

Bai Haojun's somewhat arrogant words made Hanyu ice cold, Feng Gaochao and Duanhuo Mingyan trembled all over, and looked at Zhang Houyu, whose expression was gradually ferocious, with some anxiety.

"Brother Bai, what are the consequences?" Zhang Houju asked Bai Haojun in a hoarse voice.

"I will do my best!"

"Hehe, hahahaha, okay!"

Zhang Houyu's hoarse laughter spread all over the place, streaks of black and red aura emanated instantly, lingering and circling around Zhang Houyu, enveloping Zhang Houyu like a mist, in which streaks of light were faintly visible.

Zhang Guangyao stood up abruptly on the viewing platform on the sea level, his face was ugly, "Cousin Houyu is planning to face the wall for another three years?!"

Zheng Xiuming on the side was a little confused and looked at Zhang Guangyao, who had a somewhat big reaction: "What do you mean?"

"The Zhang family's prestige prison control swordsmanship is well-known in the East China Sea, but there is a taboo technique that is very difficult to practice. It is powerful and powerful, but it is difficult to practice and even more difficult to control.

However, three years ago, Zhang Houyu did not know how to cultivate successfully, but his sanity also disappeared. He was controlled by his own killing intent, and killed dozens of servants in a row like a demon. Stop it in time.

Zhang Houyu who made this big mistake would at least be punished by abolishing his martial arts and being expelled from the Zhang family, but the head of the Zhang family and the elders cherished Zhang Houyu's talent and couldn't bear to abolish it, so they just locked him up for three years. He cultivated his body and cultivated his character, erasing the killing intent and evil thoughts in his heart, and hoped that he could completely control the taboo secret art of one hundred control and one thousand flow. Zheng Yunrou looked indifferently at the black and red mist gradually spreading on the ring, and said softly to Zheng Xiuming.

The ominous black and red mist in the arena made many Donghai warriors watching the battle noisy. Some of the older generation Donghai warriors seemed to recognize what this black and red mist represented. After being shocked, they sighed with regret for Su Mu's continuous battle. The road is afraid to stop here.

Although many spectators were puzzled, it did not prevent them from watching the competition with more concentration.

When Zhang Houyu was hidden in the black and red mist, Han Yubing, Feng Gaochao and Duanhuo Mingyan had arrived behind Zhang Houyu, feeling uneasy and afraid.

It is scary enough for Zhang Houju to go crazy, but what is even more terrifying is that he lost his mind completely and was dominated by killing intent. He is indifferent and ruthless. He is a real devil, a killing machine that only knows how to kill.

"Yu Bing, Gao Chao, clearly stated that the subsequent attacks will mainly focus on thick prisons. You are responsible for picking up the gaps and making up for the omissions. Don't miss the opportunity."

Bai Haojun frowned slightly and looked at the black and red mist in front of him, and then gave instructions to Han Yubing and the others.

The three of them looked at each other, and finally nodded in response. In fact, they didn't want to stand beside or behind Zhang Houyu, because you don't know when he will give you a sword.

This is very possible, because at this time Zhang Houyu only has the instinct to kill, and any living thing around him is a person who can be killed.

But at this moment in the arena, they couldn't help but refuse, because before the battle, they received an order from the Patriarch that they must win this battle, and they must win Su Mu no matter what.

Unknown and dangerous, just looking at the black and red mist that shone with silver light, Su Mu felt palpitations unconsciously in his heart, as if a catastrophe was imminent, uneasy and panicky.

Dangerous, extremely dangerous!
As Su Mu thought, the Xueyue Divine Sword suddenly lifted into the air, and the cold ice and snow sword body split into countless sword qi, like a bird's feather, like a sword wheel, spinning endlessly, deriving a long river of scarlet sword qi, roaring and rushing towards Black and red fog.

"Sword Ten - Sky Burial!"

Now that he has sensed the danger, he cannot be allowed to unleash this sword move safely!

"Lishan Shield!"

Unleashing the power of divine soldiers and blessed with the evil energy of the sky, the Heavenly Burial Sword Style is powerful and powerful, and it is obviously higher than the Samsara Sword Style just now.

If Zhang Houyu released the taboo secret technique, then they would only follow behind Zhang Houyu, but now Zhang Houyu is obviously still accumulating energy, no matter what he must block Su Mu's attack.

Feng Gaochao raised his sword, the sword intent gathered, and he stood in front of Zhang Houyu as immovably as a mountain, resisting this mighty river of sword energy.

Not only him, Duanhuo Mingyan set up the Guandao with both hands, stepped out of several ice pits, and carried the blazing hot wind one step ahead of the wind, directly crashing into the mighty river of sword energy.

Han Yubing pursed the corners of his mouth, holding a four-edged ice sword in resentment, he came to Feng Gaochao's side and waited for it.

When, when, when!
The thick Guandao continuously knocked away the endless stream of sharp sword energy at an extremely sharp speed, like a stubborn boulder standing in the center of the long river, dividing the rushing river water into two parts, one part struck Feng Gaochao, and the other part struck Feng Gaochao. cold language ice.

Facing the mighty and continuous river of sword qi, the three of them tried their best to keep it tight, but only occasionally missed a few sword qi, but these sword qi broke into the black and red mist and were never seen again. No sound.

This sword was blocked by three people, Su Mu held the Yunxiao Sword, stepped out with one step, his body swayed a few times and passed the three people, he was about to enter the black and red mist.

Su Mu's figure naturally did not deceive the three Duanhuo Mingyan who resisted the long river of sword energy, and the three did not expect that this powerful sword style was just to trap them, and Su Mu's real purpose was to break into In the black and red mist.

The three of them were a little anxious at the moment, but at this moment, a somewhat gloomy laughter came out of the black and red mist. As the laughter became more crazy, the black and red mist gradually dissipated.

After the black and red mist dissipated, Zhang Houyu's figure did not change, but there was a complex dark red pattern on his indifferent left face. At the end of the pattern was a pair of blood-red pupils, and Su Mu's figure was reflected in the depth of the pupils.

And behind Zhang Houyu, hundreds of black and red long swords hung in the air like peacocks spreading their tails. The swords, as thin as cicada wings, exuded a palpitating cold air.

Seeing Sumu close at hand, Zhang Houyu tilted his head, his eyes seemed to be looking at Sumu, but also seemed to be looking beyond Sumu to the sea platform behind him. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and his voice was clear and clear. .

"Are you ready to go to hell?"

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