Blue, Red and White Dark Abyss Cauldron

Unexpectedly, these seemingly casual words just touched the most painful part of Xuanying's heart. He roared in a low voice like a bloodthirsty wolf, and stabbed Liu Dazhuang with his spear as fast as lightning.

When Liu Dazhuang saw him suddenly stabbed, he was startled and raised his knife to chop at the spear handle, hoping to block his move.

There was a dull thud as the sword and spear collided. The scimitar in Liu Dazhuang's hand just hit the tip of the spear in Xuanying's hand, but did not break the spear open. The tip of the spear slightly deviated in direction and pierced into his thigh, causing blood to flow out immediately.

The horse under Liu Dazhuang was frightened, neighed, stood up, and threw him off its back.

Xuanying pulled out his spear and stabbed at Liu Dazhuang repeatedly, completely ignoring the fact that Zhao Xiantong was standing behind him.

Liu Dazhuang rolled a few times in a hurry and luckily avoided several stabs from Xuan Ying. He was in a miserable state for a while.

Seeing that Liu Dazhuang was no match for him, Zhao Xiantong frowned and swung his sword at Xuanying.

Xuanying's chest was filled with uncontrollable rage at this time, but he was not afraid at all. He fought alone against two captains from Jinyang City, one gold and one silver. His spear and arrow were very agile, and for a while they were evenly matched, and he was not at a disadvantage at all.

Zhao Xiantong was much better than Xuanying in martial arts, but when he encountered Xuanying's reckless fighting style, he was actually a little flustered. He blocked several spears stabbed by Xuanying and used the "Returning Wind" style of the "Big Wind-Splitting" sword style. His moves were erratic, like wind blowing away fallen leaves, waves pushing a small boat, and after using six points of strength, he still had four points of strength left.

Liu Dazhuang has been practicing sword techniques for more than 20 years. His moves are not particularly skillful, but they are very mature and steady, with a butcher-like aura. However, every time his sword intersected with Xuanying's spear, his palms were shocked and numb. This was something he had never experienced before. He couldn't help but cursed, "Damn it, this kid is really weird, and he seems to have become even stronger!"

Xuan Ying was concentrating, and he only wanted to kill the two people in front of him with his spear. At this time, there was no other distracting thoughts in his mind, his mind was clear, the chaos suddenly opened up, and the original force in his body was continuously stimulated.

In addition, he was already proficient in the arc blade spear style, which often attacked the enemy from the places that the opponent could not expect and was difficult to defend. It was an extremely advanced spear style, and with the help of the chaos force, the power was amazing. Now that the force was fully opened, he had a deeper and more thorough understanding without realizing it, and had gradually touched the magical realm of the spear style.

In his hand he held a hard-handled spear, which was quite different from the curved-blade spear he usually used when practicing on Lixuan Island, otherwise its power would only be greater and stronger.

The one who found it most incredible was Zhao Xiantong. He had the upper hand in the fight with the young man just a few hours ago, and had beaten the young man and made him flee before he even had to use his full strength.

After that, after just a few rounds in Jinyang City, this man seemed to have greatly improved his strength and could actually fight on equal terms with himself and the Silver Captain Liu Dazhuang. It was really inexplicable and bizarre.

I thought to myself that as one of the four Golden Captains of Jinyang City, it would be shameful if I couldn't beat a young man like you. Now I have someone to help me. If my master heard about it, I would probably be severely reprimanded and maybe even the Golden Captain would not let me be his position.

The Force is the inherent power hidden in the body. Everyone has it. The degree of cultivation depends on one's basic talent, the length of practice, and luck. The basic talent is far more important than the length of practice. A person with poor talent is like having only one tank of water in the house, which can be used up in three days; a person with good talent is like having a pond in front of the house, which can withstand months of drought; a person with the best talent is like building a house next to the vast ocean. Even if the world ends, the water in the ocean cannot be used up. Luck is hard to understand and cannot be compared, and it changes every moment.

Xuanying's basic talent in the Force is naturally far superior to Zhao Xiantong's.

After fighting for a while, the original force in Xuanying's body was stimulated bit by bit, and when he stabbed and chopped with the spear in his hand, there was a faint sound of breaking air.

Zhao Xiantong and Liu Dazhuang responded with all their might. Although they had fully unleashed their original force and created gusts of wind around them, they could only fight Xuanying on equal terms.

Zhao Jinwei, one of the four Jinweis of Jinyang City, was shocked. He thought that his Force had passed the third Fuhu realm more than five years ago. In the past few years, his cultivation had improved day by day and he was about to break through the fourth subduing dragon realm. However, there was no such sound when he wielded a sword or a spear. Could it be that this thin young man in front of him had already passed the subduing dragon realm? And this morning, he was only close to the third Fuhu realm at most. How... how could this be possible?

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiantong changed his moves, replacing the "returning wind" style in the "big split wind" sword style with the "random wind" style. The "random wind" style is known for its mystery, three real and seven virtual, and under the interaction of yin and yang, it can become seven real and three virtual, which is really difficult to deal with and defend against.

Xuanying said nothing, his chaotic energy sea gradually boiling up, and the spear in his hand moved faster and faster, trapping Zhao and Liu so that they could not escape.

He didn't care what sword styles the two used, he just used what he had learned without reservation. He only focused on attacking the enemy and didn't care about his own life. In addition, his Force realm had improved unconsciously, so he was able to fight the two without losing. If he had any reservations in his heart, or his Force was slightly insufficient, he would have been knocked to the ground by them long ago.

More and more Jinyang City soldiers gathered around the three of them, blocking both ends of the narrow alley. Xuanying had no way to escape.

However, facing the three people who were fighting fiercely with Kaiyuan Force, these soldiers could not come forward to help. Zhao Xiantong and Liu Dazhuang also knew that if they intervened, they would not only be of no help, but would be a hindrance, so they did not give any orders.

Xuanying clenched his teeth, like a hungry tiger facing a resisting prey, and was determined to kill the two. As for whether Zhong Zhaokui or even the Golden Sword and Black Sword would come later, he no longer cared about that.

He hated Liu Dazhuang's insults to his parents, so he planned to kill him first. His moves against him were all killing moves, while his moves against Zhao Xiantong were both offensive and defensive. However, Zhao Xiantong's sword style contained a strong force, so he needed 70% of his strength to deal with him, while he only needed to use 30% of his strength against Liu Dazhuang.

Liu Dazhuang's thigh was seriously injured, and there was blood all over his leg and a lot of it was on the ground. However, he was extremely brave by nature and acted as if nothing had happened. Every time he chopped with the sword, he roared, as if a thunder had exploded in the air.

Zhao Xiantong was extremely cunning, advancing and retreating on Xuanying's right side. When advancing, he slashed his sword diagonally like a violent storm, and when retreating, he scattered sword flowers to protect his face, chest, and abdomen. He used the "random chopping wind" sword style, which was three real and seven fake. He just wanted to maintain his invincibility without seeking to defeat the enemy, so he could not hurt Xuanying for the time being.