Zhao Xing was almost going crazy, waving his long knife and slashing at the figure continuously.

If one sword doesn't work, then use two swords;

If a hundred dollars doesn't work, then two hundred dollars!

Although it can't stop it, it can at least slow down the opponent.

His heart was full of anger, but he was powerless. After all, he was a mortal, and he was within the space of other people's laws. The power of the world could not hurt the other party at all, but he could not just watch his brother die like this.

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Fan Xiaodao couldn't bear the restraining force, so he used his knife to support the ground and used his strong willpower to fight against this force.

Click!

The long knife broke.

Zhao Xing's knife is getting faster and faster! His figure is almost as fast as lightning. He doesn't dare to stop at all. He keeps repeating the slashing action, and his energy is about to be exhausted. The old man in black robe doesn't care, and there is a hint of joking in the corner of his mouth.

smile.

After all, he is a mortal body, so how can he fight against the power of rules?

Thinking of this, he slowed down.

I just want to see how many cuts you can make as a martial artist.

Three hundred dollars!

Five hundred dollars!

Nine hundred dollars!

Nine hundred and ninety dollars!

Zhao Xing was already repeating mechanically. The real energy in his body was exhausted. The attack of the long sword on the shadow body was almost negligible. The old man in black robe said, "I will give you another chance of ten more swords! After ten swords, I will pull away from him."

Soul!"

Zhao Xing's knife was getting slower and slower, and the true energy in his body was exhausted, and his whole body felt like it had been hollowed out. But he knew that he could not stop, and only relied on a strong belief to support him!

If he fails to save Fan Xiaodao, he will blame himself for the rest of his life.

At this moment, a force seemed to be born in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The fragments of sword intent that had been burned into his consciousness suddenly became active. It was his previous nine hundred swords that almost exhausted all his inner strength, forcing himself into a desperate situation, thus triggering a new

opportunity.

Nothing can be broken, nothing can be established!

Zhao Xing fell into a strange state.

He seemed to see these fragments transforming into countless knives, suspended in the sea of ​​consciousness. Each knife was demonstrating extremely sharp moves, whether they were chopping or slashing, picking or stabbing. Although Zhao Xing had been practicing knives for many years, in

Whether in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion or in the Jianghu Division, I have read almost all the sword manuals in the world, but I have never seen such an exquisite move.

He seemed to have glimpsed the secret in the knife.

Could it be that these sword moves contain a method that can break the shadow?

But with so many moves, how can you identify them?

wrong!

Zhao Xing's thoughts changed, and he seemed to have realized something. In the sea of ​​consciousness, all the fragments disappeared, leaving only two moves across the sky.

These illusions seem to be long, but they are only in the flash of lightning.

Zhao Xing's eyes became extremely clear.

The old man in black robe said, "There are still two swords left."

Zhao Xingdao said, "I only use two swords!"

A horizontal knife.

Make a sword.
Chapter completed!