"One trick to control two swords?"

"Hiss..."

Suddenly there was a cold shout from the audience.

Su Yizhao suddenly raised his brows, "One technique to control two swords! It's this kind of lost sword control technique! No wonder you are so confident!"

Ordinary monks can only control one flying sword to fight.

Winning relies on the strength of Xuan Qi and fighting skills experience. If you can control two flying swords, it will be completely different!

"Ding ding...! Poof!"

Sure enough, a burst of sparks flashed, and after the sound of flying swords colliding, a figure fell from the sky.

A silver flying sword penetrated the figure's chest, bringing out a pool of blood.

From the moment the second flying sword was launched to the moment it pierced the man, it only took one breath.

The monks in Ningjiang City have died!

"Wu Haiyang of Gravel City is better than one person!"

"Give my junior brother his life!"

With a cry of sorrow, a figure shot away.

"Ding ding...!"

After more than ten breaths, another burst of blood shot out, and another person died!

Ningjiang City Gate Master said with red eyes: "Junior Brother Wan, do you dare to do Jue?"

Wan Gaofei's expression changed slightly, and he said without fear: "The tides are turning, this time it's my turn in Gravel City, what's wrong with it?"

"Wu Haiyang from Gravel City, one more victory!" The cold voice seemed to have a hint of interest.

"Hmph! Aren't you afraid that people in Pingsha City won't be able to stand it?"

Wan Gaofei glanced towards Pingsha City, his beard trembling slightly, and sure enough, the five red monks in Pingsha City had expressions of eagerness to try.

One tactic to control two swords, the legendary sword-controlling tactic.

Who doesn’t want to see it?
Chapter completed!