Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 122 fierce battle
The imperial guards in the palace heard the words, as if they had received an amnesty, they all maintained their surrounding posture in fear, but left a large space in the middle.

Fan Zhuoyuan leaned on the ground with his saber, Guo Xiang and Zhang Sanfeng suddenly rushed into the hall and stood beside Fan Zhuoyuan.

Their clothes were stained with blood, and their aura was slightly fluctuating. It was obvious that they had spent a lot of energy to stop half of the big insiders, but the results were also great. The outside big insiders and guards were almost wiped out by these two.

The two sides confronted each other for a while, the atmosphere was extremely tense, and there was nothing to say to each other. Soon, Fan Zhuoyuan pulled the corner of his mouth with a smile, and went straight to the throne with the Dragon Slaying Knife in his hand!

Anilao was the first to rush forward to block him, and charged forward with his life sacrificed!

Fan Zhuoyuan slashed his head with a knife, and saw that the blade was about to hit his head, but he saw an unreasonable twist of his body, just avoiding the blade, and then stretched out both hands to hug Fan Zhuoyuan's Dragon Slaying Saber tightly!

Daoist Baishang and a blond barbarian attacked Fan Zhuoyuan from left to right, but Zhang Sanfeng and Guo Xiang blocked him.

Zhang Sanfeng took over Baishang Taoist's Xuanming palm with a cloud hand, Guo Xiang cut it out with the Heavenly Sword, forcing the blond barbarian to block back with his great cross sword.

No one cares about Baishang Taoist, obviously everyone knows that his martial arts are superb, and he will definitely be able to overwhelm Zhang Sanfeng.

And the blond barbarian obviously didn't have many people who had confidence in him, so they immediately came to help him.

But the barbarian said in jerky Chinese: "No, no, it's just a woman. My swordsmanship is enough."

"Hey, Marco Polo, this nun is not simple. Don't blame others when you die!"

Marco Polo said with a smile: "I walked through hardships from Europe to the prosperous country in the center of civilization, and I am not a weak person."

Saying this, he bowed to Guo Xiang, and said, "Your Excellency, the oriental nun, although Marco Polo doesn't know any oriental internal power, he has some special experiences. Don't underestimate my sword skills and strength."

Guo Xiang snorted coldly, and the Yitian Sword stabbed out quickly, seemingly ordinary, but in fact, it has combined the Peach Blossom Island Luoying Excalibur and the Beggar Gang's dog-beating stick technique, sticking in the stabbing, hanging in the sticking, and hidden in the hanging!
Combining the fantasy changes of Taohua Island martial arts and the strong control of the dog-beating stick method, usually if the opponent blocks directly, he will be stuck by Guo Xiang's sword. It can kill the enemy in an instant.

Even if it doesn't work, you can take advantage of the situation to seize the opponent's weapon, absorb the opponent's body skills under the cover of the sword, follow you like a shadow, until you completely kill him by the sword!

Marco Polo didn't know the ingenuity of Guo Xiang's swordsmanship, so he swung his sword down with both hands, intending to cut open the sword, looking for an opportunity to stab.

However, the Yitian sword that just hit Guo Xiang, found that the sword was no longer under his control, and was stuck to the sword body by the opponent, and hung on one side, followed by a flash of Yitian sword, and the sharp edge went straight to Marco Polo's throat.

Marco Polo opened his eyes wide, but when he saw that he was about to die, he showed a mocking smile.

A small sword appeared in his left hand at some point, and it was blocked near his throat, making it difficult for the Yitian sword to penetrate an inch!
Guo Xiang was surprised, but as a great master, the Yitian sword in her hand reappeared inexplicably sticky, and she took away the small sword in Marco Polo's hand.

Marco Polo didn't resist, but the long sword in his hand was stabbed and stabbed, and he struck Guo Xiang with extreme sensitivity, forcing her to withdraw her sword and return to defense.

Guo Xiang glanced sideways and saw that Fan Zhuoyuan's dragon-slaying knife was controlled by Anilo, and several people attacked him at the same time, she was anxious, intending to quickly deal with the formidable enemy in front of her and go to the rescue.

So it doesn't matter so much, relying on the power of the Heavenly Sword, secretly channeling the true energy of the Nine Suns, smashing and slashing at Marco Polo, the attack is fierce and unpredictable, so Marco Polo can only be forced to block.

Marco Polo's double swords overlapped and blocked, and he was beaten back a few steps, but there was only a slight gap in the two swords in his hands.

He was surprised and said, "My two swords are made of Arab Uzi steel mixed with the sacred iron hidden in the Christian religion. How could they be cut by your sword?"

Guo Xiang was not very surprised, not only by the tenacity of Marco Polo's pair of swords, but also by Marco Polo's ability to withstand the onslaught of his own internal strength. It's amazing.

Marco Polo's swordsmanship combined the dueling swordsmanship of the European knight class and the scimitar technique of the Green Cult civilization.

The long sword is like a knight, the sword is majestic and exquisite, while the small sword is like a scimitar, strange and inexplicable.

In addition, what he mastered is not just brute force, but some kind of secret method derived from the Catholic Templar, which allows him to freely control his own adrenaline, thereby stimulating the potential of the body and stimulating the power beyond the limit of the human body.

In the European knight class, true masters can use this technique, the more delicate the control of adrenaline, the stronger the ability to exert.

Of course, this method has strong side effects. Repeatedly using the potential energy that exceeds the limit of the human body will definitely overdraw one's own vitality, especially if it is never ignored, it is just a crazy outbreak instead of exquisite control, aging faster and dying faster.

Obviously, Marco Polo does not belong to this category. He has very fine-grained control over his own potential stimulation, and he can send and receive it freely. When he needs to face an impact, he can activate it instantly. Make people defenseless.

His martial arts are well-known throughout Europe, and he is one of the few top masters. Without such strength, it is impossible for him to travel hundreds of thousands of miles alone, and to reach Yuan Dadu in the Far East by crossing all kinds of hardships by land.

But today, his self-confidence in his martial arts was gradually destroyed in front of Guo Xiang's fierce sword rain!
In the beginning, he was still able to rely on the particularity of foreign martial arts to barely fight back and forth with Guo Xiang. This was also due to Guo Xiang's eagerness to rescue Fan Zhuoyuan.

Then when Guo Xiang focused on confrontation, the two sides dismantled dozens of moves, and Guo Xiang completely saw through the mystery of Marco Polo's double swordsmanship.

The Yitian Sword shows no mercy anymore, its quick stabs and vertical cuts are like flowing clouds and flowing water, and its changes are unpredictable like colorful flowers.

Facing the approaching death, Marco Polo screamed, and no longer cared about the loss of vitality and explosive potential, he suddenly threw two swords at Guo Xiang.

Guo Xiang could barely dodge the sudden attack at close range, but saw Marco Polo retreat backwards with a bruised face, jumping to Kublai Khan's side, panting like asthma.

"Your Majesty the Great Yuan Emperor, as a foreigner, I have done my best."

Kublai Khan had no time to pay attention to him, he was staring down at the moment.

Before that, Fan Zhuoyuan was entangled by Anilao with the dragon-slaying knife, followed by Shaluoba's five rounds, monk Tiancheng's Vajra Prajna palm, and the wrist blade in Saman's hand that fell straight down from the top of his head. Hit Fan Zhuoyuan.

(End of this chapter)