"You!" The swordsman realized that he had been caught in Liang Wuyang's trap, so he kicked his feet up.

Liang Wuyang's reaction was faster than the swordsman's feet. He took a few steps back and let the swordsman kick the swordsman in vain.

The shadow of the swordsman's hand flashed, and it intertwined in front of Liang Wuyang to form a knife net, swaying his head.

Liang Wuyang cursed in his heart, and when he saw the knife net approaching, Liang Wuyang jumped up, hanging in the air, and his clothes fluttered in the wind.

Liang Wuyang snorted coldly, and the dormant Qi in his body suddenly became restless, and a powerful aura burst out from his body instantly. The swordsman failed to succeed, and the second sword followed one after another, shaped like a spiritual snake in the air, with the shadow of the sword superimposed on it and could not see the reality and reality clearly.

Others saw a green light rushing towards Liang Wuyang, while Liang Wuyang saw more than a dozen intertwined sword shadows hit him fiercely.

Liang Wuyang turned over and jumped backwards. The swordsman slashed Liang Wuyang's chest with this knife, but when the knife danced back, a thin wound was left on Liang Wuyang's cheek, bringing up a string of tiny blood beads. Liang Wuyang stood on the swordsman's knife head and wiped away the blood beads on his cheek.

The swordsman's thick eyebrows stood up and recycled the "Jiaoying". Before Liang Wuyang could land, he pointed to the sword and drew an arc of fire in front of him, and flew towards Liang Wuyang.

The great pressure was everywhere, and the onlookers were pushed back by the surging force. The terrifying fluctuations made everyone feel palpitations.

Liang Wuyang was in the air and saw that the fire arc was approaching. The fire broke out and the heated air flowed through the air to lift Liang Wuyang's hair and clothes roared.

Sure enough, seeing that the fire arc had cracked and the air came, Liang Wuyang closed his hands in front of his chest and his eyes were closed. At this moment, a strange change occurred around Liang Wuyang, as if a trace of ice-blue air flowed out of his body. Then Liang Wuyang's eyes suddenly opened, and his pupils tightened into an ice-blue line.

The swordsman's fire arc hit Liang Wuyang, making a sound like ice cracking. First, there was a slight and slow "scratch" sound, and a bang of fire arc exploded!

The swordsman jumped up and took a long sword,

The roar of Liang Wuyang crossed the frozen horizon, and a heavy rain was about to fall. The melody of the sorcery was the sound of blood flowing on the sword, and the moment when a fatal wound opened. The sword lights fell in staggered and flew. The flashing shadows made repeated moves, causing the world to change color. The roaring lightning fell on the earth, chiseling a shattered light.

Liang Wuyang silently provoked the opponent's words at this moment, but he raised his sword shadow and stabbed the swordsman opposite him. His breathing was filled with bloody sweetness. His moves turned into demon fireworks that smashed everything, hovering towards the swordsman's heart and lungs. The swordsman snorted coldly and set up a cold sword to hold it back.

It was obvious that Liang Wuyang was about to win this game with no way out.

The swordsman couldn't help laughing, then coughed violently, and he was hit by Liang Wuyang's fierce sword at some point. Maybe the sharp blade was too fast, and the sharp pain of the swordsman's wounds started to cause trouble at this moment. The swordsman knew that he could not have a moment of slackness and breathing, and maybe he would turn into dust and could not get up again after falling down. Therefore, the swordsman gritted his teeth and sacrificed the "ring head" in his hand, hoping to end the battle with one move.
Chapter completed!