"Chinese boy, what kind of footwork is this?" Yasuo Ma Shou looked at Xia Ming sharply and said word by word.

"Kill your footwork."

Xia Ming's face turned shaking, and the eight wilderness aura in his body was poured into the dragon sky by him. Long Xiao buzzed because of the eight wilderness aura. The slight sword sound made people tremble.

"kill."

Xia Ming has another sword here. Xia Ming's swordsmanship is like thunder, as fast as lightning. Every move looks so exquisite, but it looks so simple.

When Xia Ming was learning swordsmanship, he threw away all the fancy beauties. As the saying goes, heavy swords have no edges, and great tricks are not skilled. In ancient times, when you went to the battlefield, if you still value that fancy beauties, even if you have high martial arts skills, you may be

It is also necessary to die, because when people are exhausted, the best sword technique is to kill the opponent with the least force within a limited force, so the sword technique of ordinary soldiers is very big.

As you go to the battlefield, you don’t have time to consider that move.

"Ding Ding Ding."

The sound of golden swords colliding constantly resounded, and Xia Ming kept attacking. For a moment, he actually fought with Liu Sheng and Ma Shou. Such a strange scene made Qin Ze look shocked.

"So strong, too strong..."

Qin Ze knew that Xia Ming could kill the early Xuan-level master, but Qin Ze was still a little suspicious of Xia Ming's strength. Now, Qin Ze became shocked.

If it weren't for seeing it with his own eyes, he would probably not believe it. Xia Ming, the Huang-level Yuanmeng, actually stood with the mid-level Xuan-level masters, and he would not be at a disadvantage. What a perverted combat power he had.

"bite……"

The next moment, Xia Ming and Yasuo Ma Shou had a sword against each other, and then took two steps away. However, at this moment, Yasuo Ma Shou's face turned gloomy and stared at Long Xiao in Xia Ming's hand heavily.

If someone carefully observes Yasuo Mashou's long sword, they will find that there are short gaps on Yasuo Mashou's long sword. Obviously, these were all cut out by Xia Ming with Long Xiao.

His long sword was specially made and had a hard texture. Unexpectedly, the soft sword in Xia Ming's hand was also a magic weapon.

It is true that one is not soft or hard or hard.

"Who is this guy? Why do you have so many trump cards?"

Even Yayoi Ma Shou secretly guessed that neither Xia Ming's martial arts nor the Long Xiao in Xia Ming's hands were ordinary, and it was obviously not something that ordinary people could do. Therefore, Yayoi Ma Shou's general Xia Ming was regarded as

Disciples trained by a major Chinese force.

"brush……"

Just as Yasuo Mashou was pondering, he suddenly felt something coming from the face. The sharp cold light made Yasuo Mashou's hair stand up in an instant, and Yasuo Mashou cursed.

“Baga…”

Yasuo Mashou took a step back, and with a sword light shone through his body, a slight blood mark appeared on Yasuo Mashou's chest.

The bloodstain looked like a line, but it was obvious...Yangyu Masou was injured.

Yayoi Ma Shou looked at Xia Ming in front of him with a gloomy expression. He did not expect that his mid-level Xuan-level master would be injured in the hands of a yellow-level perfect boy.

Even Qin Ze opened his mouth wide and his chin almost fell to the ground. Qin Ze looked at the scene in front of him in shock.

"Injured?"

Qin Ze's mind was full of this picture. It would be fine if Xia Ming and Yakuzao Ma defended evenly. Unexpectedly, Yakuzao Mashou was stabbed by Xia Ming...

How can this not be shocking?

A yellow-level perfection actually hurts a mid-stage Xuan-level master. Is this still a yellow-level perfection?

There is an insurmountable horizontal groove between each level of his cognition. Although it is just a small realm, the power and perception contained in it are much different.

Qin Ze looked at Yau Sheng Ma Shou nervously. Sure enough, at this moment, Yau Sheng Ma Shou's face turned gloomy, as if it could explode with it.

The chill burst out, and even Qin Ze couldn't help but shivered.

"Not good...Yang Sheng Ma Shou was interested in killing."

Qin Ze's face froze and he stared at Liu Sheng and Ma Shou. Once Xia Ming was hurt, he would take action without hesitation.

"You should die...don't die..."

Yayoi Ma Shou roared angrily, and the vitality in his body burst out at this moment. The murderous intent became more and more abundant. This murderous intent came to his face, making people feel like blood and bones falling from a mountain of corpses. That feeling made people burst into tears.

fear.

"Yao Sheng's thirteen swords, one sword kills the sky."

"Xia Ming, be careful, this is Yagyu Mashou's unique skill to become famous."

Qin Ze felt the sharp blade, his face changed, and immediately reminded him loudly.

When Xia Ming heard this, he stared at Yasuo Mashou with a serious expression. Yasuo Mashou's sword technique is indeed powerful. Just his moves make people tremble all over his body.

"Slay the sky."

Yagyu Mashou shouted loudly. The sword was extremely fast. Because the speed was too fast, only light could be seen. Therefore, it looked more like a sword light, but that kind of overbearing power was even Xia Ming.

All of them have a huge change in their expressions.

"Flying Immortal Sword Technique, one sword imprisons the country."

Faced with such a knife, Xia Ming did not dare to be careless and directly used his most powerful sword technique, Feixian Sword Technique.

With Xia Ming's cold rebuke, countless sword lights flashed around Xia Ming. These sword lights could only see one trajectory, and they couldn't see where the sword was.

Xia Ming's sword seemed to have surrounded himself. The sharp sword intent made people feel devoured.

"bite……"

Finally, the two met fiercely, and the sound of the golden sword resounded so loudly that even Qin Ze's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Bang..."

The next moment, Xia Ming's figure retreated, and a long scratch was left on the ground. Xia Ming pushed it out four meters away, and then he barely stopped.

Xia Ming stomped on the ground and left a clear footprint on the ground. Xia Ming stared at the Yassung Ma Shou in front of him with a serious expression, and moved Long Xiao in his hand gently.

"This guy..."

At this moment, Xia Ming realized the terror of the mid-level Xuan level. He was just a yellow level perfection. The difference between him and the mid-level Xuan level was too big. Although he had powerful martial arts, he still had a good time when facing Yagyu Ma Shou.

It feels so pale and powerless.

This is true strength. In the face of true strength, all conspiracies and tricks are useless.
Chapter completed!