Chapter 44

The sword wind is sweeping and howling, and the fierce wind is like an endless blade.

One person and one sword, standing still, isolated in the wind, but also in control of the whistling wind.

The point of the sword and the strong wind make Ning feel his breath and the chill of the sword more clearly than ever before. He feels the power of the sword and urges the mysterious force in his body to excite from the palm of his hand and control the sword. The sword spirit released with all his strength bursts out with such a strong wind.

The fierce agitation is like ten thousand arrows, whistling through the gap between Chang Xuanxuan and Su Qian. The fierce sword Qi awakens the coldness and coldness. At this moment, it turns into the most powerful blade to attack Nangong Chuo's every position.

The flesh and blood body is in the center of the strong wind, and the fierceness of the attack can be imagined.

Not to mention Nangong Chuo, Chang Xuanxuan just felt the whirling wind of the sword from his side. He was surprised. He had never heard of the lingpin martial arts sword. But when he saw it, he found that he was shocked. He had never thought that Ning Yue's strength could control such a terrible power.

"This kind of move can be used by people in the military realm of Yuan Dynasty?"

Su Qian, who doesn't know the details, is also surprised. Before that, she has never been optimistic about ningyue. As a team leader of Jishou, she is not qualified to be called a strong one. The fierce battle in the day, the action tonight, and even she just treated ningyue as a follower. Until now, her mind changed a little.

"How can the friends made by the mysterious young master of Chang family be ordinary people? As a Jishou, I didn't even think of that. It's a mistake. "

Boom!

At the same time, Su Qian sighed, the heavy crash roared on the wall at the end of the distance, and then caused a violent shaking, causing the whole underground palace to shake madly, and the debris and dust fell continuously, as if it was tottering and could collapse at any time.

On the battered wall, Nangong Chuo was trapped in a crack, his left arm sleeve was destroyed, and five or six bloodstains were split on his arm in front of him. It was not only his arms, but also the wind of the sword. Of course, it bypassed his hasty defense and cut him on his body. There were dozens of scars, small or long, and bloodstained on his ragged robes. He was particularly embarrassed.

And the roaring wind of the sword continues.

Relying on Xuanli's strength, Nangong Chuo reluctantly resisted, and drank: "good boy, I'm afraid it's my biggest mistake to despise you too much. So, let's start with you. How can you be a mediocre person like yourself who can defend the Dharma? Surprise attack, only one success

At the same time, the anti shock force pushed his strong body into the air, turned over with a bow, and the ready right leg hit hard. The tip of his foot was like the sting of a scorpion's tail. The purple and black strength that appeared from the air instantly turned into a sharp shadow, The same virtual shadow also swayed around his body. On the whole, it was a huge scorpion in the air.

The vicious attack of scorpion tail hook Sting has gone through the sword wind!

Whoa!

Ding Ding Ding Ding——

The purple light flashed, and the faint fishy smell filled the underground palace. The roaring sword wind was broken in this moment.

As soon as his face changed, he would rather step back three steps. The hand holding the sword was shaking, and there was a touch of strange purple on the bright silver blade. The next moment, the crack appeared, the blade cracked, the section creaked, and the attached toxin slowly corroded into smoke.

"Boy, it's not over yet!"

With a roar of laughter, Nangong Chuo fell down on the floor, and then he stepped up again. He leaned down, with four fingers of his right hand together, his thumb open and bent. His whole hand was like a scorpion claw. He slashed it off and grabbed it hard.

In a flash of lightning, Ning Yue takes another step back, turns his hand to break the sword and holds it upside down. He knew in his heart that because of the strength gap between them and the unique terrain here, there was no chance to escape. It was the best policy to fight for a little time.

Because he's not fighting alone.

Ping!

The rest of the blade of the broken sword is also broken. Nangong Chuo's right hand is stronger than the fine iron. He can easily break the blade without any injury. He can hit it again and take it to the throat.

In the rear, the strong wind roars and the electric hum rises again. When Chang Xuanxuan sees something wrong, he shoots again, and thunders on the iron fist.

However, Nangong Chuo only attacked the enemy with one leg and didn't turn at all. In his opinion, we should take ningyue's life first anyway. If you spread out that you are hurt by a boy who is not smart enough to wake up, although they are only slight injuries, they are also a great shame. If you don't kill them, it's not enough to calm your hatred.

"Die

The roar is extremely arrogant, the gap of strength, the suppression of momentum, all of which are great oppressive force for ningyue, who is suddenly in a desperate situation. He can hardly breathe, and has no time to think about the counter attack strategy, so he has to stick to his head.

With a bow, the left fist swings back and is ready for attack. It's not any exquisite martial arts. It's not even a product. It's just a simple burst of strength and a pure blow. But it's also the roar and unyielding roar of his burning soul.

"Don't think it's over!"

Dong!

Fist to palm, hard touch hard, two figures at the same time a tremor, solidification in an instant.

In the next moment, Ning Yue raised his head and screamed bitterly, tearing his heart and lungs, his left hand was soft and falling down, his mouth was full of blood.

However, it's not that he didn't receive any credit. Nangong Chuo's last chance was exhausted because of this blow. At the same time when he was resisted by the deadly attack, his back kick was also hit by Chang Xuanxuan's thundering blow.

Chang Xuanxuan is a real and powerful man, and he controls the violent thunder element. He can't stop his pace with a random blow.

Boom!

The underground palace trembles again, and the impact of a move immediately separates. Nangong Chuo turns over and jumps. When he retreats, he also avoids Su Qian's sword and retreats to an entrance cave leading to nowhere.

On the other side, three people merge, Chang Xuanxuan and Su Qian stand side by side in front of the pale ningyue body.

"Ningyue, are you ok?"

The hand is dripping blood. The pain almost makes Ning Yue have a little illusion. This arm no longer belongs to him. In the face of Chang Xuanxuan's greeting, he can only grin: "don't worry, you can't die."

"You step back first. It's enough to have me and Chang Xuanxuan here." Su Qian also sighed. At the same time, she realized a little discomfort in her speech and quickly explained, "I mean you've done a good job, and that's enough. Just leave the rest to us."

"Well, it's better to obey orders than to be respectful."

Ning Yue took a long breath, stepped back and sat down against the wall. Now he really needs a rest. Among other things, it is also important to take back the dislocated left arm first.

In front of him, Nangong Chuo moved his limbs and hummed: "I'm really embarrassed. I only deal with you guys who are not in the class, but I'm still like this. In return, I won't let you die too comfortably! "

After that, he put out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, looking very ferocious.

"You have said something like that once. If nothing else, take it as your last words. Hum, I've let a new generation make a monkey about like that. If I don't do some tricks to press the bottom of the box, I can't say it in any case. "

Chang Xuanxuan drinks it in a deep voice. I don't know when the cloth belt around his left palm has been untied. On the back of his raised hand, a rune with a light blue halo slowly emerges. The light is faint and blurred, but it is filled with a stronger breath than before.

Then, the light blue Arm Armor appeared out of thin air, wrapping his left arm, cutting the metal texture, shining with different colors, and the faint purple lightning shadow lingered on it.

"Spirit weapon?"

For a moment, Su Qian and Nangong Chuo were shocked.

The spirit weapon is a kind of weapon in the world. The armor itself also has its own spirit power. When forging, with the help of unusual materials, the spirit power drawn from the genius treasure, and the exquisite control of the weapon refiner, it makes all the common things.

Any artifact is of great value. For the martial arts, it can strengthen their strength even more. Each psionic weapon has different abilities, either to directly strengthen one aspect of power, or to have a unique martial arts, or to have a variety of other aspects. But one thing is for sure, it can't be underestimated.

"Ha ha ha, I didn't expect you to have such a card. Do you have Arm Armor? It seems that such a spirit weapon is also suitable for me. I've decided to kill you and then snatch it for me to use! "

The color of surprise soon disappeared in Nangong Chuo's eyes, but it was replaced by excitement and greed. He raised his head again with a strange roar, turned over and attached himself to the ground, raised his right leg and bent it. Once again, he acted like a giant scorpion poison. His purple black energy was released and condensed, and his shadow was blurred. The cold feeling of Yin was also diffused, and the faint smell of fishiness floated quietly.

His attack, which is different from before, is bound to be stronger.

"Silver hand... Chang Xuanxuan... It seems that the previous kind of Arm Armor is just a substitute. Is that your real strength? I know you've got a card to hide from me. "

Leaning against the wall and shaking with a smile, I feel more and more relieved. However, I don't feel at ease. My right hand is still in good condition, and it still condenses the residual power in my palm. One thing he would never forget.

In the battle, we should always concentrate on and do our best.

Chum! Chum! Chum!

Thunder roars madly, and the electric light lingering on Chang Xuanxuan's left arm is more and more surging. The amazing power is condensed into a giant wolf's roar, and the round glare just locks the illusory scorpion lying on the ground in front of him.

His eyes were more sharp, and a flash of light flashed by. He pointed to his right hand, and his voice was full of confidence“ Nangong Chuo, this blow will bury you! "