Super Tiandao Academy

Chapter 874
"Shh!"

Ye Mao suddenly disappeared.

Zhu Crocodile missed the attack, turned his head and took a step, and struck again at the place where Ye Mao appeared, Ye Mao dodged again.

He attacked more than ten times in a row, and Ye Mao also avoided it more than ten times in a row.

Zhu Crocodile stopped in his tracks and said: "The total moisture in this list is too much, I dare not even take a move, you are a humble ant, hahaha..."

When the people around heard him laugh, they all laughed too. Some said that Zhu Crocodile could kill Ye Mao with one punch, and some said that Zhu Crocodile is mighty and invincible...

Whether it is laughter or flattery, there is a taste of insincereness.

"Stupid, I didn't even touch the corner of my master's clothes. To put it bluntly, I'm just a follower, and I'm so proud of myself. I really don't know what shame it is." Dark Spirit Bird sneered.

The giant spirit horse smiled and said: "Relying on the second-rank Xunfeng ancient formation, you often boast that your speed is unmatched, you are complacent, and you think you are great. Now, hehe, compared with my master, you are a joke .”

"You, you traitor..." Zhu crocodile was furious instantly.

Ye Mao and Dark Spirit Bird taunted him, but he didn't have to take it seriously.

But this one has been with him for more than ten years, and the biggest flatterer around him came to mock and ridicule him. This kind of reversal made him unbearable all at once.

"Go to hell!" Zhu crocodile detonated the soul imprint in the body of the giant spirit horse.

The soul imprint flew out of the giant spirit horse's body before it exploded.

"Stupid!" The giant spirit horse grinned and laughed.

Everyone didn't dare to smile openly, but they were happy in their hearts.

Zhu Crocodile turned pale with anger, and said sharply, "I want you to die!"

"Your opponent is me." Ye Mao stopped Zhu Crocodile.

He had been distracted looking for Zhu Crocodile's guardian just now, but he didn't find any trace.

"Then I'll kill you, a parallel importer first." Furious, Zhu Crocodile urged the ancient fan with all his strength.

A saint's arm flew out of the fan in an instant, and quickly grew in size, carrying strong holy, corpse and death aura, and slapped it brazenly.

"Holy air contains laws and holy power. I see how you can hide. You damn parallel importer, you are destined to become a stepping stone for my famous sea clan, hahaha..." Zhu Crocodile grinned, insolently.

The people around laughed loudly with him, making the place full of laughter.

Ye Mao unleashed the Snow Sword in the Great Sword Art of Vientiane, and the Abi Sword in his hand turned into snowflakes all over the sky, and every snowflake was like the shadow of a sword.

When it collided with the holy man's arm, the holy energy, corpse energy and death energy dispersed, and Ye Mao was shaken so that he stepped back a few steps.

Every foot stepped on the ground and exploded.

Crocodile Zhu laughed and continued to wave his fan. The arm of the saint charged again, this time with stronger power.

Ye Mao switched to the dripping water sword technique, stabbed out with a sword, and droplets of water flew out, with extremely strong penetrating power, but he was repelled again.

Fog and cloud swordsmanship, soft water swordsmanship, cold ice swordsmanship, torrents swordsmanship, magic water swordsmanship, Jiangyue swordsmanship...

In just a few tens of breaths, he made more than 100 sword strikes, each of which was a different water-type swordsmanship.

The avatar has been practicing these water-type swordsmanship, and this is the first time he has used it in actual combat.

Maybe it's because he has mastered the way of water, he is very quick to use the water sword.

In the process of changing various sword techniques, Ye Mao discovered that the best way to deal with this kind of fierce attack is to use the soft cloud sword technique, which will make the opponent look like a beast trapped in a swamp. get deeper.

He used the soft water sword technique to attack. While attacking, he also integrated other water-based sword techniques into the soft water sword technique. The process of this integration was the process of breaking into the first level of the great sword technique of Wanxiang.

Therefore, in the process of Ye Mao's attack, the power of the sword technique is constantly increasing, and the softness revealed by the soft water sword technique is constantly increasing, and at the same time, it has the characteristics of coldness and sharpness, and becomes more and more powerful. sharp.

When the fused sword skills reached one hundred, Ye Mao barely stepped into the Hundred Elephants Realm, and the sword energy he shot turned into a flexible and sharp thread of sword energy.

The attack power of each strand of sword energy is a hundred times that of ordinary sword energy.

"It's finally done!" Ye Mao was extremely happy in his heart.

At this moment, his kendo state has also been raised to the level of "blood and sword".

As the blood in his body flowed, it began to pass through the Abi sword in his hand. This was the blending of blood and sword, and also the quenching of blood against sword.

"As soon as the realm of swordsmanship is improved, I have a deeper grasp of the Abi sword, and the attack power of the sword is stronger. I am really happy." Ye Mao was even more excited.

Seeing Ye Mao being crushed and beaten by him, Zhu Crocodile felt complacent. He enjoyed the comfort of trampling on people very much.

However, it was a fly in the ointment for not hurting Ye Mao for so long.

He bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the ancient sad wind fan.

The ancient fan burst into bright light instantly, and another saint's arm flew out, and slapped Ye Mao brazenly.

"Go to hell, parallel importer!" Zhu crocodile yelled wildly.

He was even thinking that after Ye Mao's death, the giant spirit horse and dark spirit bird crawled at his feet tremblingly, expressing Ye Mao's crimes and praising his mighty power.

The other ants in the city will also honestly look up to his supreme demeanor.

Life should be like this!
"Hahaha..." When he thought of the joy, his face flushed with excitement, and he even couldn't wait.

At this moment, Ye Mao slashed out with a sword, and streams of sword energy flew out from the sword, turning into silk threads, entwining the arms of the two saints.

Ye Mao swung his sword and pulled it, all the sword threads erupted with unprecedented sharpness and shrank suddenly, the two saint's arms were cut into several pieces by the sword thread, and cracks appeared in the ancient fan.

"This, this is impossible!" Zhu Crocodile screamed in disbelief.

However, the facts were in front of him, and he couldn't help but believe it.

"Damn it!" Zhu crocodile roared, cut his palm, and let the ancient sad wind fan suck his blood, and soon a holy corpse without both arms flew out of the fan.

The sky and the earth became dark, and the sun was blocked.

The strong corpse aura and death aura caused many people around to retreat in horror and distance themselves far away.

As soon as it lifted its foot, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the spiritual energy of the sky and the earth rolled in and gathered on the foot, and then it stepped on Ye Mao fiercely, and there was a holy light blooming on the huge footprint.

Ye Mao felt pinched by an invisible big hand, unable to breathe, unable to mobilize his strength, and could only watch the giant footprints fly down.

"Shh!"

A stream of light flew from a distance and entered Ye Mao's body. It was the one thousand Shura clones returning to their bodies.

Immediately, Ye Mao's body surged with an unyielding and powerful intention, and he forcibly broke free, and the mighty and ancient Panming Lake appeared behind him.

His momentum increased dozens of times, facing the flying giant footprints, he slashed out with a sword that swept the world, and the sword threads flew away in an instant.

"Shhhhh..."

The giant footprints were cut into hundreds of pieces, and collapsed and dissipated almost instantly.

The silk threads of sword energy were not slowing down, and as soon as the holy corpse raised its second leg, it was entangled layer by layer with the sword threads.

"Broken!" Ye Mao swung his sword and pulled, the holy corpse collapsed immediately, and the ancient fan in Zhu Crocodile's hand exploded with a "bang", turning into countless pieces and falling.

(End of this chapter)