C274 Seven Moves

"Not good, Second Brother can't hold on much longer!"

Seeing that Wen's body was on the verge of collapse, Wentian could not help but increase his speed. According to the past, once the enemy was locked on, it would be his or Third Brother's turn to clean up the mess. He relied on his speed to do this kind of thing, which was very familiar to him.

In an instant, like a flash of lightning, a black shadow sped through the air. When Wentian's figure appeared behind Guxing, it had only been five breaths of time.

"Five, four, three. . . "

Guxing muttered in his heart with great difficulty. However, at this moment, he felt like he was lying to himself, especially when he felt the almost tangible killing intent behind him. Other than a bitter smile, there was no other expression on his face.

There was no doubt about Wentian's speed. The thin sword in his hand had become the most suitable assassination weapon. With a swoosh, it was the sound of the air being cut open. Feeling the sword that he had thrust out at his peak condition, the corner of Wentian's mouth contained a trace of coldness.

"Heh, there won't be any more miracles. It's all over. . . "

At this time, a trace of shock suddenly flashed across Wen Di's face. Then, just as the tip of the sword was about to touch Guxing's back, Wentian suddenly felt his movements stagnate. Then, he strangely stopped. His entire body froze there. Seeing this, Wen Di smiled miserably, as if he had already expected this. His tall body instantly fell to the ground, unable to get up.

It was now!

Guxing and Xiao Yue understood her intentions and instantly understood her intentions. They immediately ran like the wind and in a few breaths time, they had already moved hundreds of meters away and stood still.

"Second brother!"

At this moment, Wentian suddenly felt that he had recovered his movement. He did not bother to chase after Guxing. He quickly went up to help Guxing up and carefully examined him. Luckily, he had passed out due to exhaustion, and Wentian heaved a long sigh of relief.

Wentian gently put his body down and injected a wisp of Genuine Qi into his body. Just as he was about to get up, he struggled to open his eyes. He pulled him and only said two words before falling asleep again.

Wentian repeated the two words that his second brother had said. Suddenly, his whole body trembled and he said, "Sword. . . Spirit!"

As a swordsman, it was impossible for him not to know what these two words meant. It meant the birth of a divine weapon, the beginning of a legend, and the beginning of a bloody storm. . . .

"No wonder you escaped death time and time again. It's because of you!" The thing he was referring to was naturally Xiao Yue. It was said that divine weapons had a spirit. But when his master's life was in danger, he saved his master. He never thought that the legend was true. Otherwise, how could he explain the strange scene he had just experienced? He almost thought that a true king had come here. That feeling of being bound made him feel helpless from the bottom of his heart.

"I don't understand what you're saying. " Guxing obviously didn't intend to reveal anything to him. Currently, two out of three enemies were gone. He was crazily raising his Qi in order to kill the last person in one fell swoop.

"Heh, you still refuse to admit it? Since you refuse to say it, I'll beat you until you say it!" How could Wentian not tell what he was thinking? Immediately, he sneered and rushed forward. The force of the long sword instantly produced a clear sound. His killing intent surged like a Shura. Without saying a word, he raised his sword and swung it at Guxing.

Seeing his aggressive approach, how could Guxing be willing to be weaker than him in terms of momentum? Immediately, he waved Cann Yue to the extreme. The strong wind that rolled up caused the sound of the air to be constantly heard. The two of them collided with each other just like that.

"Dang!"

The sound of the collision almost pierced through people's eardrums. However, the two of them ignored it. They fought again and again. Guxing relied on Cann Yue to fight. He had no scruples when he fought, but Wentian relied on his speed to fight with him without fear. The two of them had been locked in a fierce fight for a short period of time, and then they separated again and again. The two of them confronted each other for a short while, but found that the other was still full of fighting spirit.

Wentian spat on the ground and said with a trace of excitement in his gloomy voice, "I really can't tell that you are quite good at fighting, but does your combat strength really belong to you? I say, you aren't possessed by the sword spirit, are you?"

"Whether it is true or not, you can try it out. " Guxing shook his long sword and charged forward first. With a shake of his hand, he unleashed his Lone Army Attack, carrying an indomitable aura as he said with a cold smile. "Even if you can't figure it out, it doesn't matter. Before you die, I will tell you the answer. "

"Heh, you sure have a big mouth. " Wentian was a typical warmonger. Not only did he not get angry when he heard that, he even rubbed his hands excitedly. "Kid, I admire you more and more. Come on, let me see your strength. I really want to know how much capital you have to be arrogant!"

"I'm just afraid that you won't be able to withstand it!" Before he finished speaking, Guxing had already rushed in front of him with red eyes. He used a wind and clouds to open up the prelude of the big battle. He shook his qi and suddenly stopped his body. The second style of the battle, Earth Ripple, had also left his hand.

Then, "Hidden Dragon Soaring Abyss!" "Swift Sword Strike!" " Absolute Kill - Thousands of Li! " . . .

With every shout he made, an exquisite sword technique would appear. The cold sword light replaced the last glimmer of dawn. Wentian immediately felt that he was in the turbulent flow of the abyss. There were flood dragons hiding around him, and he was about to fall at any moment.

When the last movement of Mo LuTianya was launched, Guxing had no choice but to stop. At this moment, Wentian had become a bloody man, his body was covered in wounds. It wasn't that he wasn't fast enough or strong enough, but that Guxing had carried true meaning when he swung his sword just now. It was as natural and natural as flowing water, giving people a feeling that it was impossible to break through it. Helpless, he could only defend with all his might. However, the true meaning of the Ancient Chaotic Sword Arts was' chaos'. When attacking, one had to do as one pleased, and do whatever one wanted. Naturally, it was hard to figure out what was going on. Under such circumstances. . . The only thing Wentian could rely on was a martial artist's intuition. However, his intuition did not take into account anything. In less than half an incense stick of time, his entire body had been injured in many places. It looked extremely miserable.

Immediately, Wentian's body shook a few times, and he almost fell down, but in the end, he stopped. Guxing looked at him in disbelief, and he shook his head. He said with a slight pity. "What a good sword technique. It can be said to be peerless and sharp, but it's a pity that the seven movements alone won't be able to kill me. "

"Is that so?" Guxing replied indifferently. At this moment, his left hand had already felt something, but his intuition told him that he was afraid that he wouldn't have the chance to attack. The Wentian in front of him gave him a feeling that he was even more terrifying than before.