The quieter the spider is when it is lying dormant in the scabbard, the storm it causes when it is unsheathed. The sword light appears a strange blue color under the moon, as if Yuan Zhisheng pulled out not a knife, but a cold air that drew out of the void.

While he was drawing his sword, a sun behind him enveloped him. He stood in the glorious sun wheel as if he was born to subdue the demon. The silver light waving from the ancient sword streaked the edge of the sun wheel, sweeping the night like a sun storm.

Yuan Zhinu stood quietly in place. Yuan Zhisheng finally set out his sword. The blade had the ultimate murderous intent. The spider-cut sword edge was wrapped in the light of Yuan Zhisheng's bursting, as if it could cut out a dawn in the dark.

At this time, Yuan Zhinu was not thinking about how superb Yuan Zhisheng's sword skills were and how powerful he was, but that brother waved his sword at him again.

He knew that this was an inevitable contradiction, but whenever he saw such a scene, there was a faint sadness in his heart like the cold spring water in the mountains brushing across his heart.

He also took action. The sky conglomerate was like a red lightning, and a roaring sound burst as the golden light arrived.

The two harsh sounds of drawing swords were connected by gorgeous fireworks and turbulent flowing wind. The two seemed to be crossing thunder. The moment the sword blade touched, Yuan Zhisheng roared out. The other party's sword skills were as hated, but his power was strong.

Facing his brilliant brother, Yuan Zhinu did not use much effort. He could easily defeat Yuan Zhisheng and roll Yuan Zhisheng's sword away, but he did not do so.

Because when the swords and swords were in conflict, Yuan Zhinu could see the other person's appearance. When the swords and swords were in conflict, the wind blew. Although Yuan Zhisheng's face had a bit of ferocious and fierce intention, that was indeed the person he cared about the most.

Just take a look, even if the two are in a state of hostility in a confrontation.

Yuan Zhisheng's hand holding the knife was shaking slightly, and the other party seemed to be very relaxed to hold it, which also made Yuan Zhisheng feel a little worried. He took a step back and disappeared from the spot.

Yuan Zhinu cut into the air with a sword, as if a whirlpool was cut out in the space. The surrounding mud and dust condensed into the whirlpool. Yuan Zhisheng flashed behind Yuan Zhinu and raised the spider in his hand to cut it.

When he was about to stab his back, he suddenly found that the back was very familiar with him. For a moment, he seemed a little dazed and his movements slowed down a lot.

But hesitation will lead to failure. Yuan Chinen felt the movement coming from behind and was a little angry.

The same mistake, he didn't want his brother to make a second mistake.

He waved a sword lightly, and the red edge flashed in front of Yuan Zhisheng, as if it was the bright red Manzhu Shahua, with an extremely deadly curve in beauty.

Yuan Zhisheng resisted the sword. Perhaps because of this sword, Yuan Zhinu, was anxious and did not receive any force. He knocked the spider in Yuan Zhisheng's hand away with one sword. Yuan Zhisheng jumped back to the hood and caught the spider flying in the air.

After landing, Yuan Zhisheng did not rush to draw his sword, but looked at Yuan Zhinu with a scrutiny. The other party was so powerful that it was hard to understand. He had clearly heard the spider cutting whine, as if if he tried harder, his ancient sword would be broken into pieces.

Yuan Zhisheng felt a warm current flowing through his hand. He glanced at his hand and found that the tiger's mouth was completely broken and bloody. But even so, he did not give up holding the sword, but instead pulled out a light golden sword from his waist again.

Boy cut.

Yuan Zhisheng, supported by the two swords, will exert all his strength. The reason why he did not order the shooting was not because he wanted to steal credit for fame, but because he was afraid that he would anger the evil ghost and that the elites present in the executive bureau would suffer.

From the first meeting when he saw him, Yuan Zhisheng saw this person's extraordinaryness. If these elites with weaker bloodlines were involved, even greater trouble would be brewing. He is the director of the Executive Bureau and has the obligation to protect his subordinates.

"You are strong, but I won't give in."

Yuan Zhisheng raised his arms like a bird spreading his wings, raising his swords. The swords radiated two golden and red lights under the cold moon, as if absorbing the essence of the sun, moon, heaven and earth. The swords were filled with alchemy radiances, like enchanted mythical weapon.

But Yuan Zhisheng didn't know that his alchemy weapon was also a sword made of special materials. However, the sky conglomerate cloud on Yuan Zhinu's hand came from Yamata Orochi, which was a mythical weapon that enchanted the resentment of the Orochi.

There are only two mythological swords that can be compared with it, one is called "Budu Yuhun" and the other is called "Qianyu Feather Sword". Both of them are completely lost. Yuan Zhinu also obtained Tiancongyun after killing Yamata Orochi.

Whether from the quality of the sword holder or the sword, Yuan Zhisheng had no chance of winning. Yuan Zhinu could see clearly, but Yuan Zhisheng didn't know this. He just knew that the ghost was standing in front of him. It was that simple that he wanted to kill this ghost.

Genjiso once again attacked Genjinu. This time he held a double sword. Among the Japanese genres, there were very few such genres holding a double sword. The most famous one was Miyamoto Musashi's "Two Day First-Class".

The requirement of using "two-day first-class" is extremely harsh. The user must have strong strength and extremely keen attention. He must maintain a calm mind when drawing the sword, and be clear about the order of drawing the sword. Otherwise, the opponent's flaws will not be exposed by random slashes, and he will first have many flaws.

Yuan Zhisheng's swords, one gold and one red swords cross each other into a scissor shape. The order of the swords can be cut by two swords, or one front and one back. The former has great power, and usually the opponent will not be able to withstand it and collapse and kill with one move. The latter will tend to fight, and there is a relatively complete order of the move system for opponents with similar strength levels.

In Yuan Zhinu's sight, Yuan Zhisheng seemed to be a storm that broke out in the corona. The sound of the sword Qingming was already captured by his ears. Yuan Zhisheng really didn't hold back this time. Judging from his appearance, he planned to decide the winner with one move.

Of course this is understandable. After all, Yuan Zhisheng and Yuan Zhinu are not on the same dimension in the level of strength. If Yuan Zhisheng tries his best to launch a blow, he may have hope to shake Yuan Zhinu.

Of course, Yuan Zhisheng was thinking of solving Yuan Zhinu in one trick.

Yuan Zhinu raised Tiancongyun, wrapped in a light red light, and his eyes became sharp. He had to let his brother know that he would be invincible unless he deliberately admitted defeat.

Yuan Zhisheng shook his windbreaker, and the incredible golden light enveloped him again. Spider and Boy Chee waved out a golden and red crescent moon in the air. The crescent moon and the half-moon slashed by Yuan Zhinv collided, as if Mars hit the earth.

The aftermath of the moment will sweep away everyone present, as if they are in a dangerous cyclone, the crows and yakshas are swept away directly, and the snipers who are carrying guns are also unable to open their eyes by the oncoming light and dust.

They could only hear the sound of metal collisions emitting volcanic eruptions inside, as if the Nordic mythical fire giant waved Levadin and slashed towards the World Tree. The World Tree collapsed and brought Ragnarok to the dusk.

The jingling sound was crisp and clear, and the sound was like thunder. The gust of wind caused by the sword dance was shaking the space. The two sounds crisscrossed in the storm, and the bursting sparks were like the bright stars in midsummer.

Yuan Zhisheng was finally exhausted and was knocked out. At this time, his windbreaker was torn and his whole body was covered with blood. He had already tried his best just now, but he still couldn't hurt the other party, but instead he seemed particularly embarrassed.

The next moment, Yuan Chie-girl emerged from the storm. The red sword light in his hand shone with an evil smell, as if the Yamata Orochi opened its hideous bloody mouth and was about to completely swallow Yuan Chie-girl.

Yuan Zhisheng was furious, and saw the extreme golden light emitted from his eyes. A string of obscure dragon words lying out from the corner of his mouth with blood. The sound was ancient and full of majesty, as if the messenger of the High Heavenly Kingdom recited the judgment of fate.

The dragon language spirit appeared, and Yuan Chinv saw a high-ranking goddess appearing in the sun wheel behind him. It was the supreme Amaterasu in Japanese mythology. Yuan Chinv thought about Yuan Chinv or Amaterasu's fate.

The goddess waved the lightsaber and smashed the glory of Yuan Zhinu. The ground under Yuan Zhinu's feet collapsed, and he also stepped on the open space and fell into it. The elites of the Eight Snakes around him also gradually lowered their heads under the influence of Yan Linglongyu, burying their heads on the ground like kneeling for the king.

However, this is not because they want to worship the emperors in the mixed-race species, but the scope of the "King Quan" spirit is very wide. Even if Yuan Zhisheng is unintentionally, the power of "King Quan" can affect these elites whose bloodlines are lower than Yuan Zhisheng.

"Young man is really taking the initiative!" The crow's eyes were shocked.

"Seldom people can force you to use the Spirit of Words..." The crow kowtowed a few more times incredibly.
Chapter completed!