Chapter 1830

Qianbingwei's Sabre technique is superb, and his internal power is also very deep. The blooming Sabre awn is dazzling. It's hard to resist Su Yang's sword light. It seems that both sides are equal. The sabre awn and sword light are not separated for the time being. However, if you observe carefully, you will find that Su Yang's performance is very relaxed and he can do it with ease.

On the other hand, qianbingwei tried his best to resist. His hands holding the samurai sword were full of blue tendons, his eyes were congested, his pupils turned blood red, his face was ferocious, and his whole body was full of strong hostility.

More than ten seconds later, Jianguang gained the upper hand, and the edge of the sword gradually weakened. Qianbingwei whispered that it was not good. Even if he tried his best, he could not resist Su Yang's sword light. Now he was basically beaten. It seems that Su Yang has not done his best.

According to the current trend, even if Su Yang does not break out with all his strength, qianbingwei will not last long.

Qianbingwei gritted his teeth, bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed a blood mist on the samurai sword. A large amount of blood mist was quickly absorbed by the blade. Then a black Python appeared on the blade. It was colorful, ferocious and vivid, as if it could fly out of the blade at any time.

Su Yang, who is busy suppressing the thousand soldiers guard, sees the black python, and his face flashes with a different color. This samurai sword is not a common thing. Just now Su Yang has discovered that it can fight against the dark ice sword for several rounds without losing ground. It is absolutely not what ordinary weapons can do.

This... This is Shishen!

Su Yang's face suddenly turned cold. Some Japanese practitioners are good at using some special forces. They use Yin Yang techniques similar to Chinese Daoism to enslave some demons and ghosts to fight. Those demons and ghosts are the so-called type gods and have very special powers.

There are many kinds of type gods, which can be divided into many types. Some can do defense, some can play auxiliary, some can be offensive and so on. The process of cultivating type gods is difficult, and there is a risk of being eaten by type gods.

As Su Yang guessed, qianbingwei is really using the type God, a demon python.

Su Yang stops attacking for a while, and uses the divine sense observation disk to observe the demon Python on the samurai sword. There is a trace of disdain on his face. The demon Python has no physical body, but only a spirit body. It's not as good as a real monster, but the type God is already very powerful for ordinary practitioners.

Qianbingwei, who is busy summoning Shishen, feels that the pressure has suddenly disappeared. When he turns around, the sword light has disappeared. Although qianbingwei doesn't know why Su Yang stopped, it's a good thing for qianbingwei. At least he can take a breath and concentrate on summoning Shishen.

Su Yang took a puff of his cigar, pointed to qianbingwei and said, "when will it be finished? I'm very interested in your Shishen. "

Fuck!

Hearing these words, qianbingwei suddenly had a feeling of anger. At this moment, qianbingwei realized that Su Yang stopped for the sake of watching the excitement, and he didn't pay attention to him at all.

Qian Bingwei stares at Su Yang coldly and says coldly, "you are too crazy. Today is your death. You will become the 89th ghost killed by me."

As soon as the words were heard, qianbingwei sprayed a mouthful of blood mist on the samurai sword again. The demon Python suddenly turned into blood red and flew out of the samurai sword. It was like a red cloud circling in the air, and there were sharp screams in the air.

Shishen, demon Python!

Su Yang puts away the ice sword and stares at the demon python.