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There was a cold light in Luo Yin's eyes, and he said coldly: "Sorry, this sword of yours has no effect on me at all... Poof!"

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly spurted blood, the veins on his face popped up, and his whole body convulsed, as if he was enduring indelible pain.

next second.

"laugh--"

This time, there was no sound of weapons changing.

Rather, it was very straightforward. At the same time as a white sword light bloomed in a circle, blood sprayed from Luo Yin's neck, splashing in all directions, as if drawing a strange blood array.

"Feel sorry."

Xu Xiaoshou flicked the black hair on his forehead, turned his head back, and said with a smile, "I also want to try, what level of attack can break through the defense of the holy body."

Yes, this sword, he used Jian Nian.

Since several months, I have observed the hidden bitterness and accumulated it, waiting for it to come out, just waiting for the day when it will be encountered, and the stunning Tibetan bitterness sword thought will shine in the world.

Very successful, the seventh-grade spiritual sword Zangku, at this moment completed the achievement of its peak sword body.

One sword, broke through the Eucharist defense!

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Chapter 666 Congenital crushing congenital

"I see blood!"

"A sword seals the throat!"

The audience immediately boiled up.

Xu Xiaoshou's sword was too strong, and the cultivation realm of the players present was too weak, so there was no way to see the mystery of it.

What they could vaguely guess was that Young Master Xu seemed to have used his extreme speed, coupled with an unknown boosting method, so that the defense of the holy body became a paper-like existence under the seventh-grade spirit sword .

But this level of enlightenment is really a bit too low.

Can you break through the Eucharist's defense just by relying on speed and attack?

Subjectively, most people still can't believe it.

But the so-called ignorance is probably nothing more than that. In this world, it is not the most gorgeous moves that can complement the strongest attacks.

Sometimes, when some ordinary and ordinary moves are cultivated to the extreme, they are also fatal means.

As far as Xu Xiaoshou is concerned, the reason why he completely detaches himself from the eyes of everyone in the arena is his "agility" at the master level.

In addition, during the running process, "disappearance" was mixed in from time to time as a means of confusing the public.

Under this combination of fiction and reality, the more those who want to analyze the changes in his moves, the easier it is for them to dig into the corner.

"Young man, so do you want to understand this young master's sword?" Xu Xiaoshou in the field succeeded in one move, which was quite annoyed.

He just held his sword and stared at Luo Yin who was not far away, watching the other party tightly covering his bloody throat, not only did not make a move, but also politely let Luo Yin continue to think in the confusion.

"Well……"

Luo Yin couldn't speak at all.

This Xu Shao's sword is too weird, especially the weird power that remains on his neck after the finishing move.

It's like sword energy, and it's like sword intent, lingering, but not getting it.

A sword can seal the throat, but the self-healing ability of the holy body can generally make the wound heal quickly.

But with this power remaining, let alone healed up, no matter how Luo Yin tried his best, the remaining power on the wound would not be able to be dealt with at all.

Xu Xiaoshou narrowed his eyes and smiled maliciously.

He clearly knew that it was Jian Nian!

It is the perception of the Eighth Sword Immortal across the ages!

It is the condensed crystallization of the mastery of kendo!

This level of power, not to mention Luo Yin, who has never seen the world, is replaced by someone with a higher cultivation base, as long as it is not Gu Jianxiu, who has no knowledge of this aspect.

It may be impossible to understand this power until death.

Because, in their knowledge reserves, it is very likely that there is no concept of "Sword Mind" at all.

"Since you can't think of it, let's feel it more!"

Xu Xiaoshou sighed, lowered his head, and the few strands of hair pinned behind his ears fell loose.

He re-tied his hair again, and then, the spiritual energy in the void stirred, and when the wind blew, his figure disappeared like before.

"Again?"

Some of the spectators trembled.

Seeing how Young Master Xu did it, he planned to let Luo Yin die in a daze like this after the first move was successful, and he didn't want to use the second move at all?

"This is... too disgusting!"

The so-called dislike of honesty may be nothing more than this.

While the audience cast aside Xu Shao's methods, they couldn't help but look forward to how this half-sacred successor would torture and kill Luo Yin.

as predicted……

"Appeared!"

In the blink of an eye, someone pointed to the other side of the ring.

There, another figure of Young Master Xu suddenly appeared.

One step, two steps, three steps...

"The west wind withers the snow."

Some viewers even helped Xu Shao read the name of this style directly.

What's more, he copied this guy's little movement of strands of hair after retracting the sword intact.

"laugh--"

Without any suspense, Luo Yin, who was unable to move at all under the pain, had a slanting circle of blood shooting from his right shoulder to his lower left waist.

"Pfft!" Luo Yin vomited blood, his legs could not support his body, and he almost knelt down on the ground.

"Have you figured it out?" Xu Xiaoshou asked back.

Luo Yin's face was ferocious, and his whole face was a little discolored.

This time not only the pain in the neck, but also the intrusion of the remaining power of the sword intent on the body, unexpectedly brought a trace of icy power to Qi Hai.

His body began to convulse, as if he had been froze, and began to turn purple.

"Ugh!"

Seeing Luo Yin's still misty eyes, Xu Xiaoshou only sighed, without saying too much, turned around, bowed his head, and his figure was broken again.

"Again! He's here again!"

"My mother, this is too humiliating, why doesn't Luo Yin resist? I can't stand it anymore..."

"Yes, this is simply deceiving!"

"Here we come, here we come, one step, two steps, three steps...the west wind withers the snow..."

"Fuck, I'm convinced by Father Xu, so don't be too coquettish!"

"I have a hunch that after tonight, the style of westerly wind withering the snow will become famous throughout the Eastern Heavenly King City."

The players on the stage couldn't bear the pressure anymore.

Obviously Xu Shao's sword was not aimed at them, but now everyone felt a strong sense of powerlessness.

How is this broken?

As soon as Xu Shao drew his sword, he didn't even see the opponent's figure. It was clear that he was putting his life on the chopping block and letting the opponent harvest to his heart's content!

At the beginning, some people thought that it would be good to defend the neck?

But this is obviously deception, because Xu Shao didn't just chop off his neck, but his whole body, any place exposed to the air, could be chopped off.

And Luo Yin, who had the holy body, ended up like this. These ordinary innates, what effective protection can they do?

Even if he used all his strength, in Xu Shao's eyes, his whole body was full of flaws, right?

"Do you understand?"

Xu Xiaoshou withdrew his sword again.

This time, what he left for Luo Yin was a circle-shaped scar from his left shoulder to his lower right waist.

At this time, the front chest and the back are crossed in double circles, showing a typical symmetrical beauty.

"I……"

Luo Yin's entire face was purple.

He couldn't utter a word, he could only try his best to resist the damage caused by the sword and the inexplicable power of ice disaster.

To be honest, Luo Yin doesn't know if this is really a force of disaster.

But his holy body is beyond the way of heaven, if there is not such a trace of the power of catastrophe remaining above the way, how can he not even be able to resist the cold?

"Haven't thought about breaking it yet?"

Xu Xiaoshou didn't intend to stop.

Seeing that Luo Yin didn't intend to give up, he decided that there was still some hole in his hand. Immediately, he raised his sword and unceremoniously disappeared before everyone's eyes again.

"My mother..."

Xiao Wanfeng crouched tremblingly on the tree branch, looking at the continuous cracking blood lines below, listening to the calm and breezy "west wind withers the snow".

He felt that he couldn't look directly at the words "west wind withered snow".

Perhaps, after tonight, the nightmare of most players on the field should be replaced by these four simple words, right?

"He, has he always been like this?"

Xiao Wanfeng asked the girl with two ponytails beside her in disbelief.

Mu Zixi shook his head: "Don't be afraid, what you see now should be a human-level method."

"Human level?" Xiao Wanfeng was puzzled.

"Yes, human level."

Mu Zixi pinched his fingers and stood upright: "Beyond this, there are about hell level, hell level, purgatory level...etc."

Xiao Wanfeng staggered a bit.

This "wait, wait, wait" really scared him a lot.

If the crazy methods in front of him are only at the human level, then just now...

Xiao Wanfeng thought of the method Xu Shao used against him just now.