The sword was swung again, with even greater power.
It seems that the more the swordsman attacks, the more ferocious his momentum becomes.
The swordsman on the other side also stopped and cooperated with his companions in the attack.
The broadsword swung and the straight sword stabbed and thrust, the attacks from both sides fell on one person.
If an ordinary Hua Jin warrior were caught in the midst of these fierce moves like a storm, he would certainly be unable to resist, as two fists cannot beat four hands and many flaws would appear, and his posture would eventually be broken.
But the monster in front of him was very different from the Hua Jin warrior.
In fact, Yin Yin is no longer considered a warrior.
A warrior's body is fragile, so he must rely on posture, weapons, or powerful internal skills and the power of transformation to mount an effective defense.
But Yan Qingshi, who had already swallowed that strange thing, didn't care about these things at all.
He didn't show any posture at all, and didn't use the long sword in his hand much. He also spontaneously released his protective energy.
Pure physical strength alone is enough to resist.
The swords and knives kept breaking through the defenses, aiming at various parts of Yan Qingshi's body, but they only left white marks on his scales and produced sparks.
When it became impatient, the sharp claws of its right arm suddenly grabbed at a speed incomprehensible to mortals, tightly grasping the swordsman's blade that was stabbing at its neck.
The tip of the sword still pierced into a gap in the scales on his neck, and the sword energy of the martial artist with transformed energy penetrated into it.
But the result is only fine scratches on the rough skin, which is not considered as any harm.
Xi Heng stopped behind, blood veins on his arms glowing, applying a layer of magic amplification to the long sword in his hand.
In fact, long before the battle began, when she was preparing in the camp, she had cast a blood poison spell on the blade.
But for some reason, blood poison always has little effect when dealing with this kind of monster.
Perhaps, when facing someone with strong physique, the blood poison will take effect much slower, or perhaps it is because the blood flowing in the other person is very different from the blood of ordinary people.
Or maybe it was simply because there was not enough spiritual energy to activate the blood poison.
"I hope it works..." Xi Heng thought silently.
At the same time, his eyes fell on the enemy, carefully focusing on every detail of his movements.
Yan Qingshi felt a little pain on his neck from the sword, but he was not angry. Instead, he was so excited that he let go of the sword and directly confronted the enemy with his arms and claws, shouting:
"Come again!"
The swordsman frowned and exchanged glances with the swordsman beside him.
Then he turned sideways and stood together with the swordsman.
The two men first stood together, and then retreated to the side.
As they moved, the sword and saber energy connected with where Yan Qingshi and the other two were standing, forming a right triangle.
He stopped and took a stance facing the enemy.
When the two men were preparing to attack, Yan Qingshi felt a subtle sense of covering around him.
The postures displayed by the two Hua Jin warriors appear different on the surface, but deep down inside, it is clear that there is some kind of "integration" in their postures.
Although the weapons are different, the temperaments are different, and even the martial arts are different...
But at this moment, their auras overlapped wonderfully.
Two similar auras emanated from them, intersecting, interweaving and unifying, becoming more complete.
It is like the yin fish and yang fish in the Tai Chi diagram joining together to form a complete Tai Chi.
"Oh?" Yan Qingshi, who was being pointed at by a sword, narrowed his eyes.
He could see that the two men's thoughts were resonating with each other.
It's not the surface of their bodies and postures, it's their spirits that are overlapping.
The two Hua Jin masters raised their weapons at the same time, pointing the blades at the monster in front.
"Interesting." Yan Qingshi remained calm and did not retreat or dodge. Instead, he stood straight with his chest out.
It was as if he wanted to take on this obviously extremely dangerous move openly.
"The sword's will and the knife's will can actually overlap, and are so strong that they can affect the present world... It makes me feel cold all over, as if I were pricked by needles, and I can't move an inch... Yes, after experiencing such sword's will, I don't even feel itchy."
He said, and laughed a few times:
"Let me see what you are capable of!"
As soon as Yan Qingshi finished speaking, the swordsman and the swordsman, as if they were in sync, stepped forward and ran at the same time -
With the same strength, speed and will, the two have almost become one.
Step on the ground, swing your arms, and thrust.
In an instant, their speed burst to the limit at the same time, and the two people turned into black and white figures, bursting out with the fully accumulated sword and knife power, as well as the energy that almost crushed the air!
"Duan Kong!"
The voices were exhaled at the same time, and the sharp blade was pushed forward violently.
The moss-covered stone slabs outside the dilapidated temple were cracked by a kick, and the surging sword energy in front of the figure was visible to the naked eye - like steam gushing out and white flowers blooming.
The distance of more than ten meters was passed in an instant, and the knife and sword hit the monster's bulging heart together.
The black scales guarding his heart shattered into pieces by this move, revealing the dry, rotten, and wrinkled skin underneath.
The indestructible scales broke, but the surging sword momentum continued.
Layer upon layer of flesh and blood was destroyed by the ultimate move, and was worn away inch by inch. The originally smooth skin immediately turned into a bloody mess, revealing the skeleton behind it.
Then the ribs broke, and between the cracks in the flesh and blood, there appeared what looked like a beating heart.
The other person's heart was no longer the flesh color that a human should have, but had become as dark black as charcoal fire.
This heart seems to be tougher than scales, flesh, bones and other things.
So much so that the sword and saber combination skills that seemed to be able to grind everything to pieces stopped before this.
Until this moment, Yan Qingshi remained motionless.
After a few seconds, the momentum of the sword and the surging power finally dissipated, and he suddenly raised his hand and held the sword tightly.
"pain……"
A splash of blood, along with broken bones and flesh, flew everywhere when he took the attack.
But just looking at it, you can tell that it will be unbearable pain.
If it falls on an ordinary person or warrior, he will definitely faint from the pain.
However, the severe pain only caused Yan Qingshi's mouth to widen to the sides.
"But it doesn't itch anymore." He said in a very relieved tone.
"Thank you."
Then, he clenched his hands violently, and the broadsword and the straight sword broke into two pieces.
"Why isn't he dead yet?" The swordsman reacted the fastest, pulled out his broken sword, and chopped straight at his head again.
block--
But it made a sound of metal colliding.
The tip of the broken knife broke into pieces again.
Yan Qingshi loosened his hands, and weapon fragments fell to the ground.
"It's time for you to die, but it's you, not me, who will die." He thrust his giant claws forward again.
The two Hua Jin masters realized that they were out of control and retreated at the same time without hesitation.
The next moment, a silver dragon spear flashed with cold light between the two figures, and with a faint dragon roar, it pierced into the wound on the enemy's chest.
Yan Qingshi pressed his hands together and all his strength burst out.
Zhao Wanli was pushed back several meters, but he did not stop. Instead, he turned the silver dragon spear and continued to attack in a spiral force.
Clang——
The tip of the gun collided with the black scales, causing only a burst of sparks.
The spear was blocked for a moment, then suddenly moved in another direction and hit the face again.
The opponent's wrist turned violently as if he was trying to grab the gun, but he was able to avoid it repeatedly in a flash of the gun shadow.
Zhao Wanli’s gun speed was extremely fast. The previous shot hit his forehead, and the next moment it had already hit his dantian.
Xi Heng was still behind, looking for a suitable opportunity to attack.
Rather than fighting with the enemy and slowly wearing down his spirit with her swordsmanship, she wanted to defeat him with one strike.
The internal energy of her body is already insufficient. If she were to rely solely on the Qi and blood techniques to stimulate her sword heart, as long as the enemy defended well, she would not be able to cause much damage to him even if she used up all her energy.
The girl slowly gathered her strength.
In front, Zhao Wanli fought with the monster for several moves. Although he tried his best to dodge, he was finally caught by the giant black-scaled hand with the tip of his gun.
After swallowing the dragon meat, Yan Qingshi has not used any martial arts until now.
With just his physical body and reaction, he was able to control the weapons of three Hua Jin warriors and gain the upper hand.
Two of them had been destroyed before, and now they had to break Zhao Wanli's Silver Dragon Spear.
"Silver Dragon Spear? Mortals are only imitating us celestial dragons."
"You deserve it too?!"
After Zhao Wanli finished shouting, he slammed the gun handle with his right arm, transmitting the energy to hit the enemy's arm.
The gun barrel vibrates and the power surges.
This move once shattered the palm of a female general of Yan Menghua strength, but it was not very effective when used against Yan Qingshi, the monarch of Yan Meng State.
Yan Qingshi's right arm, which was covered with black scales, trembled slightly due to the power of transformation, and then he grabbed the Silver Dragon Sword and Zhao Wanli together without any influence.
The left claw lunged forward, as if to split his head.
Zhao Wanli let go and leaned forward to avoid the sharp claws, but did not step back. Instead, he followed the inertia and attacked with his palm.
The palm wrapped in the power of transformation suddenly slapped the beating heart in the enemy's chest.
At the same time, the two Hua Jin who were left with only broken swords and knives on both sides also stabbed at Yan Qingshi's cervical vertebrae.
boom--
The palm strike hit the monster, damaging its heart and causing it to freeze for a moment.
Xi Heng's eyes flashed, and he realized that the time had come, and he mobilized the vital energy in his body without hesitation.
The vital energy rushed through the meridians, rolled to the arms, and surged onto the sword.
The Hua Jin wraps it layer by layer and binds it into a sharp blade.
Not only the physical energy, but also the spirit is extended along with the sword heart, affecting reality -
Yan Qingshi, who was being attacked by three people, felt cold all over. He looked up and saw Xi Heng raising his sword and preparing to fight in the distance.
When he saw the sword, he seemed to suddenly forget what to do and just stared at it for a moment.
The broken knives and swords on both sides pierced the scales between his neck and got stuck into them.
"Get out of the way." Xi Su said and closed his eyes for a moment.
Although his eyes were closed, Kenshin could see more.
The broken swords and knives stabbed in from two directions at the same time. The two people's energy seemed to be entangled with each other as if attracted by magnetism, penetrating the flesh and blood and affecting the monster's spine.
Although this move cannot actually cause damage, it should be enough to affect its actions.
Zhao Wanli used his palm to hit the enemy's heart, which was more effective than shooting.
Neither the gun nor the palm can break the heart's defense, but it is enough to disrupt the blood inside, further deteriorating the opponent's physical condition.
Kenshin spread his spirit outwards like ripples on a lake.
She heard the dust settle, felt the weight of the air, and took in every detail within dozens of meters around her.
Only then is the sword ready.
