Douluo mainland Dragon God game

Chapter 73 Ten Fist Sword Martial Soul ([-])
Meng Yiran was facing each other, Zijin felt a little impatient when she saw that he did not speak for a long time, she snorted coldly, and said provocatively: "Hey, are you going to do it? Are you afraid? If you are afraid, quickly kneel down and lick it." Xie, I will spare you."

Zijin's provocative and mocking words ignited Meng Yiran's anger in an instant.

She said coldly: "Meng Yiran, the spirit master of the [-]th level assault system weapon, the spirit snake stick."

As soon as she finished speaking, she took a big step forward, raised her stick in her right hand, and slashed at Zijin's head with the momentum of splitting Huashan.

The thousand-year-old phoenix-tailed cockscomb snake that was originally in the bag was taken away, which made the young girl full of anger. At this moment, Zijin taunted again, and couldn't bear it in an instant.

It's just a long knife, I will definitely cut off your martial soul to relieve the hatred in my heart!
Meng still thought viciously in his heart.

Ordinary people would instinctively back away when they saw a long pole weapon slashing their head and face, but Zijin was different. She had practiced the ancient Yinliu knife technique and she was used to such situations.

Her right leg stepped forward obliquely like muscle memory, and Zijin moved forward instead of retreating, avoiding the attacking route of the snake staff, raised her arms slightly up and then swung them down, the ten-fist sword glistened, and slashed obliquely at the attacking opponent. Snake staff.

The two weapon spirits shone with their own light, and they were about to slash each other.

At this moment, an emotion of extreme fear spread from the snake stick, from the palm of his hand to Meng Yiran's mind.

That emotion was like a baby rushing into his mother's arms, crying and begging his mother to take him away, as if he would die if he didn't do so.

Meng Yiran suddenly felt extremely dangerous. Once the snake stick touched the long knife, he would be seriously injured.

Right now, the best way is to stay away, or even just admit defeat and give up the battle. No matter how important the soul ring is, it is not worth exchanging serious injuries for it.

However, Meng was still reluctant, not to mention that the nasty little girl with two ponytails in front of her deliberately mocked herself.

She gritted her teeth, slid the stick with her left hand, drew back her right hand and shook it again, the snake staff turned into eight lights and shadows and slashed down in the air, covering a large space below where she could avoid.

These eight lights and shadows are false and real, each of them seems to be real, and each of them seems to be false, and their whereabouts are unpredictable, making it difficult to figure out.

Seeing this, Zijin held the handle of the knife tightly with her ring finger and little finger in both hands, turned her index finger and thumb over, and around the middle finger, the sword edge of the Ten Fist Sword began to swing sharply from side to side.

The speed of her hands is not fast, but due to the length of the blade, every slight movement of her will cause the blade to change direction drastically, and it is extremely flexible for a while, unexpectedly taking into account all possible lowering points of the snake staff.

Meng still had no choice but to slide the rod with his left hand and pull back with his right hand to withdraw the snake stick.

Gaining power, Zijin stepped forward and used the Yinliu sword technique that she had practiced for a long time.

Yinliu sword technique, later generations evolved deadly sword skills such as killing knife and Xinyinliu, which Zijin learned before crossing. The sword is fierce and fierce. .

In the battlefield, Zijin bullied herself forward and attacked, her movements were concise and neat without any redundancy, every time she slashed, slashed, slashed, and stabbed, she aimed at Meng Yirantiantu, Tanzhong, Qimen, neck, etc. The key point, being aggressive all of a sudden, the persecuting Meng Yiran backed away again and again, powerless to fight back.

(End of this chapter)