Soul Piercing Boy Song Xing: Vertical and Horizontal Double Swords

"Pfft." Wushuang spat out a mouthful of blood, with an expression of disbelief.

There is actually someone in the world who can destroy the flying sword of Wushuang sword box in this way.

But he is not someone who gives up lightly, the Wushuang sword box opened instantly, and with a wave of his hand, there were six flying swords again.

"Fengxiao, Hongye, Butterfly, Jueying, Breaking Tribulation, Killing!"

He lightly stroked the six flying swords and tapped them lightly with his fingers, making a light and graceful sound, as if he was playing a piano.

"What an idiot, use ten flying swords earlier, maybe there is still a chance to put pressure on me."

Lei Wujie glanced contemptuously, closed his eyes slightly, and raised his sword.

"The secrets of Jimo Sword City, singing with the wind, like the singing of a whale!"

Then he opened his eyes, and the shark-toothed sword slashed down, and the sound of whale moaning resounded through the sky.

Brilliant flame storms engulfed in the wind and snow, burning the six flying swords to ashes.

Wushuang spit out a mouthful of blood again, took three steps back, and was destroyed by ten flying swords at once, his heart was bleeding
"That's right, the little slicker's strength is already very close to the peak of Ding Zhi." Yue Qing showed a satisfied smile.

No, why am I happier than him?Absolutely not, he is just a playboy, I just think he can help me fulfill my long-cherished wish, well, it must be like this.

"In that case, we can only fight to the death." Wushuang's face was extremely firm, and he pointed forward with his finger.

"Cang!" The No.11 flying sword swept up, like floating clouds, light and pure white, with a few wisps of misty fairy air.

"Mang!" The No. 12 flying sword flitted out, but it was like the withered bark of an old tree, withered and withered in endless vicissitudes.

"You couldn't have summoned them earlier, so that I could destroy them together. What a waste of time."

Lei Wujie curled his lips in dissatisfaction. The world-famous Flying Sword, the Wushuang sword box, seemed to be no different from trash in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I still have a sword!" Wushuang kicked Wushuang's sword box, and a long sword flew out, and he grabbed it.

It was a fiery red long sword with a phoenix rising from the flames engraved on the head of the sword.

"Daming Suzaku, this is not a flying sword." Xiao Se, who was watching the battle, narrowed his eyes slightly, "Thunder Demon can no longer underestimate the enemy like this."

Suddenly, Sikong Qian fell behind him and said, "Xiao Se, it's obvious that Wushuang has been beaten by Xiao Jie all the time and has no power to fight back."

"But why do you have the illusion that he has a chance to defeat Xiao Jie?"

Xiao Se frowned, and explained earnestly: "Before Wushuang was always asking swords as a swordsman, not his real strength."

"Now he wants to talk about life and death, and his combat power is completely different."

"And if Thunder Demon continues to be so slack, I'm afraid he will suffer a lot."

At the same time, Wushuang cut his own hand with the sword, fed the sword with blood, and the color of Daming Suzaku's sword became even redder.

Seeing Wushuang's red eyes, Xiao Se looked worried.

"No, the Great Ming Suzaku and the twelve flying swords were all made by ghost sword masters. The sword hearts of these swords are strange and evil, and they are extremely murderous."

"At the same time, after the Great Ming Suzaku was nourished with blood, it was also called the Demon Sword."

"It seems that Wushuang doesn't want to leave a way out for himself."

When Sikong Qianluo heard the words, his face paled immediately, and he hurriedly shouted to Lei Wujie:

"Xiao Jie, he clearly wants to kill you, so you must do your best!"

"Competition to kill? I have never lost!"

He is a time traveler, not the original Lei Wujie who was born with a delicate heart. Since Wushuang wants to kill him, then he will let Wushuang die without a place to die.

"The heaven and the earth are boundless, and the road is moving, and it is clear after the snow!" Lei Wujie wrote "Xiaoyaoyou" with his fingertips in the air with his left hand, and all those shining words fell into the shark-toothed sword.

Murong Xiyin, who had been silent all this time, suddenly frowned, this place is not far from Misty Heavenly Sect, if Second Senior Sister sees someone here who knows the secret arts of the Taoist Family Sect, according to the agreement between heaven and man, she will definitely come to find Lei There is no Jie who asks the sword.

With a wave of Wushuang's long sleeves, Cangmang's two flying swords pinched Lei Wujie from the left and right sides, and he himself raised the Great Ming Suzaku, and the blood on the sword's head suddenly appeared!The powerful sword force tore through the sky and slashed towards Lei Wujie.

"Looking at the flowers in the fog!" Lei Wujie shouted, his whole body was covered in white mist, and there were a lot of flowers wrapped in it, but those flowers were ice lotuses made by his frosty sword energy.

There was also a lotus imprint on his forehead, and the extremely terrifying killing intent and terrifying sword intent condensed on his body.

"No, Xiaojie has become possessed!" Sikong Qianluo said in a broken voice.

"Don't panic, although he has become demonic, he has not entered Junxie Realm, he is still in the Realm of Supreme Human Realm." Murong Xiyin comforted him.

"How is this possible?" Xiao Se was puzzled.

"Nothing is impossible." Murong Xiyin explained, "As he said last time, Xie Yuling, the head of the three sects of Xiaoyao Yufengmen, once practiced Confucianism, Taoism and demons, so he can naturally do it."

While everyone was talking, the lotus marks on Lei Wujie's feet and forehead were all condensed on the shark-toothed sword, and he danced wildly in a purple robe without wind.

Gently swirling the long sword in his hand, he knocked back Cang Mang's two flying swords, and the ice lotus around him swept towards Wushuang.

"That's it?" Wushuang sneered, and slashed Daming Suzaku horizontally in his hand, crushing all the ice lotus flowers.

But those shattered ice slags suddenly shot away again, freezing Wushuang's feet.

Lei Wujie's shark-toothed sword followed, and a simple horizontal cut cut off the Great Ming Suzaku!

"Hey, is this Great Ming Suzaku a fake?" Wuxin, who had been observing the battle all this time, suddenly had a ridiculous idea.

Murong Xiyin glanced at the puzzled crowd, and explained again:
"No, no, just now Lei Wujie used the three tricks of looking at flowers in the fog, being proud of the spring breeze, and being guided by the immortal at the same time."

"Looking at the flowers in the fog uses the murderous heart to defuse the aura of the Great Ming Suzaku, the spring breeze is proud to enhance the power of his own sword, and the immortal guide destroys the opponent's heart to hold the sword."

"In this way, the Great Ming Suzaku whose sword heart has been destroyed is as fragile as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered."

As soon as the words fell, Lei Wujie cut Wushuang into two with a horizontal strike, and sarcastically said: "Is this comfortable?"

With only half of his body left, Wushuang closed his eyes forever with unwilling eyes.

"No, my martial brother Wushuang!" Seeing Wushuang being killed, Lu Yudi covered his face and wept.

"Don't worry, it's fine if you go to accompany him too." Lei Wujie laughed loudly, and swung his sword again.

Lu Yuzhai and other Wushuang City disciples all fell to the ground one after another.

"Amitabha, the task of saving lives today is a bit heavy." Wuxin wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed helplessly.

When Xiao Se came to the high platform of the temple, he saw many people from the world coming here, and he couldn't help showing a trace of sympathy on his face.

"There will be more people dying today. In the future, Lei Wujie must be the devil in the world."