Age of Heroes, 10-game winning streak

Feeling humiliated, Lu Shuihu stomped the ground with his right foot, crushing the ground and shaking up the ice and rocks. The cracks spread for nearly a hundred meters. Then he seized the direction where Huang Qixia was retreating and chased her relentlessly, with each punch bursting out with the power of dragon and tiger.

But after only three rounds, Huang Qixia had squatted on his shoulders, with her feet stepping on both sides of Lu Shuihu's shoulders, her knees and calves clamped his head, and she turned her whole body hard, as if she wanted to treat him as an unopened red wine, unscrew the cork and open the bottle to drink.

However, Lu Shuihu had an extremely strong physique. He grabbed one of Huang Qixia's feet and pulled her down, dragging and throwing her like a strong man trampling a rag doll. Finally, he kicked her into the frozen soil.

In the huge pit, Huang Qixia stood up again. Her broken bones and shattered body were regenerated and recovered in the flames. She looked at her tattered coat with a trace of heartache. This coat was a complete set and she had only worn it for a few days.

"Who the hell are you?" Kuang Xiao bumped his fists together and said, "But I don't believe there are people in this world who can't be killed or crushed."

Huang Qixia tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her expression cold and indifferent.

She never lost her temper and remained calm and rational.

Lu Shuihu forced her to fight head-on, and she was also testing the other party's realm and strength in order to adapt herself.

"You are just a pawn in the hands of others."

"You entered this game willingly, and you assumed that it would be easy to kill me."

"Tai Sui definitely didn't tell you my true strength..."

In front of Lu Shuihu, Huang Qixia raised her fair wrist, gently put her two white fingers together, and cut off a strand of troubled hair.

With a slight flick of his fingers, the three feet of black hair flew out.

In an instant, the flame of Nirvana attached to it.

The bones are made of black hair and the body is made of flames.

A unique black sword is dazzling.

In the heavy snow, the sword-wielding man has a stunningly beautiful figure.

"Five hundred years ago, I was the leader among the ten martial arts masters."

"Five hundred years later, I will still be the number one swordsman in this world!"

Chapter 835: Cat and Mouse Team Scores a Big Score

Hot knowledge: There are no sword masters among the existing martial saints.

Even in the blazing sun and bright moon, no one wields a sword.

Including the previous Huang Qixia.

I'm afraid that few people in the whole of Daxia know that she can actually use a sword.

Huang Qixia had never used a sword in the past. Firstly, it was because there was no need as the enemies were not strong enough for her to demonstrate her sword skills; secondly, her sword skills were completely inherited from the female evil in her previous life and her identity would be exposed if she used it.

Both of these restrictions no longer exist.

Cut the long hair into a sword.

It has the charm of holding a blade of grass and destroying the stars.

At this level, it makes no difference whether you have a weapon in your hand or not.

This was probably the first time in her life that she showed her sword skills. Even Lu Shuihu had to treat her as a formidable enemy and take a defensive stance.

The Crazy Owl had no intention of taking defensive measures at first. To the Martial Saint, if you take defensive measures, you will definitely fall into a disadvantage. The best option is to counter his moves.

However, the sword skills displayed by Huang Qixia made him feel extremely heavy psychological pressure, and he involuntarily adopted a passive defensive posture.

Lu Shuihu has experienced hundreds of life and death battles in his life. The two hundred years were truly a life of limp brink of death, with every inch of land being sold with blood. The fact that he could live this long, in addition to his tenacious vitality, was also due to his excellent eyesight and judgment.

Top swordsmen are too rare in Daxia. Grandmaster-level sword masters are simply vulnerable in the eyes of Fengsheng. Almost everyone has forgotten what kind of attack power the sword master who ranks first among the top ten martial arts masters should have.

But Lu Shuihu had seen it… Although he was still very young at that time, two hundred years ago, when he had just entered the canonization stage, he was wanted for the heinous crimes he had committed, and he had fought with the Sword Saint who was ranked among the top ten at that time.

He knew very well how fast the sword master's sword was.

Unless you are in a hurry to be reincarnated, don't try to compete with the Sword Master in speed, otherwise the victory or defeat will be decided in an instant.

Om-!

The black hair was like a sword blade, and it emitted a crisp metallic vibration sound.

Huang Qixia gently twisted her wrist, turned over her right hand that was holding the sword, held the sword in her left hand, and pressed her fingers on the wrist of her right hand. She pointed in the air and raised the Qingsi Sword.

Stab it--!

A bright red thread appeared in the air and then spread to a distance of a thousand meters, no longer than one meter and no shorter than an inch.

This precise control of sword energy is astonishing in the eyes of any swordsman.

What is even more subtle is the magical use of sword energy turning into silk. It is extremely thin and light as a feather, completely spreading out from the sword tip, changing unpredictably at will.

If it was an ordinary canonization here, at least a drop of blood would be shed at this time.

But Kuang Xiao was not an ordinary saint. The corner of his clothes had been cut off by the sword thread, but he himself was intact. Because he took a defensive stance, he predicted and dodged Huang Qixia's first sword, which was as fast as lightning.

But if a swordsman strikes without causing bloodshed, how could he strike with just one strike?

Huang Qixia brought the sword fingers of her left hand together and flicked them lightly. The bright red line that had previously sunk into the snow suddenly exploded and turned into thousands of threads that spread out in all directions. Immediately, one third of the entire ski resort was covered with sword threads.

This scene also goes a step further in the exquisite control of sword energy, it is simply a show of skill.

Kuang Xiao put his hands behind his back, condensed his body into a mass, stomped his right foot heavily, and while stirring up countless white smoke, he came out of thin air like a human-shaped missile and crashed directly into Huang Qixia's position.

Om-!

The second sword sounded, and Huang Qixia twisted the fingertips of her right hand slightly. At the same time as this subtle movement, Kuang Xiao suddenly stopped at a distance of less than 50 meters. He inserted his hands into the thick snow and lifted it up suddenly, as if he had lifted up a carpet made of snow.

The snow-white waves pressed down on him, blocking his vision and concealing Lu Shuihu's location.

If you look at it from a third-party perspective, you can see that Lu Shuihu stood still and began to accumulate strength silently.

Almost at the moment when he finished accumulating strength, the white blanket of ice and snow in front of him was pierced and torn apart by a brilliant sword light.

The mad owl swung his fist and smashed forward, his saintly cultivation level shattered and compressed the space. This was an extreme attack power that was almost impossible to block and defend against.

This punch was met with a green blade burning with blazing flames.

The moment the two sides touched, Kuang Xiao realized something was wrong. His fist could shatter the sanctuary and even the mystery, but why couldn't he break the sword?

Could it be...

Just as the thought flashed through his mind, red flames appeared on both sides of the ground behind him at the same time, like giant red pythons biting towards the mad owl. He stepped on one of them with his left foot, and his right leg was entangled. His left hand was holding a piece of bright red, his back was broken by the front, his whole body was bathed in flames, and his hair was standing on end with anger.

Lu Shuihu turned his body and forcibly pulled off the red flames that were coiled around his body. The clothes on his upper body had been burned, revealing his burly body covered with hideous wounds.

Although the new wound looked not much different from the old wound, he knew in his heart... it was not the fire that hurt him just now, but the sword.

It looks like flame, but actually the flame is just an appearance.

Its real name is...

"Sword energy." Lu Shuihu said in a low voice: "You have already reached the level of a sword saint..."

“I haven’t entered the fifth level yet.”

Huang Qixia held the sword horizontally in front of her body, and streams of red air flowed along her black hair like little snakes.

"As long as one's sword skills are strong enough, it is not difficult to master the sword energy in advance."

The crazy owl sneered twice.

If you can win the Nobel Prize, what’s the big deal about getting into Peking University or Tsinghua University... What a Versailles.

The so-called sword energy has always been regarded as the business card of the sword saint realm.

Every sword master has his own unique sword aura, and no matter what sword aura it is, there are always two characteristics.

First, you can do whatever you want. The range of the sword energy is your attack range, and the moves are no longer a limitation.

Secondly, it is indestructible. Even a blow from a Martial Saint that is powerful enough to shatter the void is not enough to break the sword energy.

Therefore, the Sword Saint who has mastered the sword energy stands at the pinnacle of the Martial Saint. There is no martial arts in the world that cannot be broken by the sword energy, not even the most powerful martial arts in the world.

Huang Qixia has mastered the sword energy, so she is fully qualified to call herself a sword saint.

If it were a normal situation, Lu Shuihu should not be thinking about how to take revenge at this time, but just think about running away.

But after all, her cultivation level is not high enough to be canonized as a saint, and forcibly using the sword energy would bring a great burden to herself.

There is still a chance of winning... Kuang Xiao clenched his fists. If it was really the sword energy of a sword saint, he would have been seriously injured after being hit by three swords just now. But now it can only be considered a superficial injury. This proves that her sword energy is not yet up to standard, or it is limited by her cultivation level and the damage is greatly weakened.

Just delay it.

Kuang Xiao thought about waiting for the battle situation on the other side to become clear.

As long as Bai Yujing died at the hands of the gun-eating ghost, once his body was thrown in front of Huang Qixia, it would be easier to deal with her if she lost her composure.

It is normal for Kuang Xiao to think like this, the Gun-Eating Ghost has been famous for a long time, he has killed so many masters in the past, the top ten would have a headache when they meet him, there are also four or five canonized saints who died in his hands, in Tai Sui's layout, he was specially assigned to Bai Yu's group, which is to determine that his strength is above Bai Yu.

He chose to delay, and Huang Qixia was also in no hurry to decide the winner.

The two sides continued to test each other in this boring manner for about three minutes.

Three minutes later, the artificial skylight of the ski resort was pierced, and a figure fell to the top of the mountain, raising countless ice crystals and snow dust where he landed.

Lu Shuihu shouted towards the center of the landing point: "You're too slow!"

He naturally thought that it was the gun-eating ghost that had arrived.

However, a teasing voice sounded in the rising white mist.

"Oh, so anxious?"

The young man patted the fallen snow on his shoulders and leisurely smoothed the wrinkles on his sleeves.

"how?"

He asked in a friendly and gentle manner, "Are you in a hurry to be reincarnated?"

……

"Didn't you promise to help me?"

In the city, Tao Rusu kept running, avoiding the attacks of the assassins.

Her speed was already very fast, but she still felt that she could not escape the tight network that was surrounding her.

The figure of Ziweixing was reflected in the mirror passing by. She shook her head and said, "It's not time yet. You still need to work harder. Xiao Taozi, you can't rest yet."

"F****!" Tao Rusu cursed so harshly.

She thought that with the help of canonization, she could just give up and let it go.

The result still depends on your own efforts.

Then I was fooled by you in vain?

She was also clear about Ziweixing's intentions. Tao Rusu knew that the other party hoped to lure Tai Sui into taking action by forcing her into danger.

But that's easier said than done.

This group of assassins are not easy to deal with, they are either masters or grand masters.

Since when did the Grand Master of Daxia become so worthless? Can they be bought wholesale at will?

"Strictly speaking, that is not a grandmaster... but a semi-finished product formed through trickery." Ziweixing said, "After all, they are the enemies of Zhenshifang, and there must be many with special bloodlines among them."

Tao Rusu had a gloomy face. This bastard Zhen Shifang always pushed himself to be a shield when something happened. In his heart, he cursed this bastard madly to give birth to a son without an asshole.

But the clay man also has some temper.

She originally thought that she could just keep running away to buy time, but the assassins and Avengers didn't think so. These people really wanted to kill her entire family.

As he was running past an intersection, a car suddenly drove past in front of him. The people in the car opened the door and jumped out. The tram exploded violently before the collision, and then the internal battery was ignited by the high temperature, causing a secondary explosion.

Tao Rusu's way out of the alley was blocked. When she turned around, she saw more than a dozen shining weapons coming towards her, enthusiastically asking her to open her arms.

Xiao Taozi shook his left and right hands, doing the same action as Bai Yu, and two batons slipped out of his hands.

The tails of the two batons were put together to become a stick that reached her eyebrows, and she smashed it down from the air.

A powerful force whizzed past, and the ground at the entrance of the alley, which was a hundred meters long, was directly shattered and collapsed.

The assassin who had no time to dodge was smashed to the ground. The assassin who reacted jumped to the sides and slid along the wall.

Tao Rusu has been training hard with Zhen Shifang for a year and has always had strength, but she doesn't like killing people, and she doesn't like the plot of revenge even more. Even if it's an assassin, she will try not to fight back unless it's absolutely necessary.

Silently awakening his blood, Xiao Taozi took a deep breath and let out a long roar. The sound echoed and amplified in the narrow alley. The violent vibration even caused cracks to appear on the walls on both sides, and the glass windows directly cracked and shattered.

The assassins had no choice but to suffer from the full set of Lion's Roars. Many of them were bleeding from all seven orifices on the spot. More than 50% of them fell to the ground and lost their combat power. However, some of them with higher skills did not stop.