A black shadow accurately inserted between the two people.
The thing was heavy and heavy. When it hit the ground, it made the bluestone tremble and gravel flew, but it stuck straight into the ground.
Gray Wolf Before he could stop his attack in time, the silver-white dagger stabbed firmly into the black shadow.
"Keng--!"
There was a dull Jin Tie sound, and sparks flew everywhere.
The dagger seemed to be pierced into an iron mountain, and the huge force of the shock was transmitted back along the sword body, making Gray Wolf's mouth numb and the whole arm trembling.
He took two steps back, looked up with a sullen face.
That's a sword.
A black heavy sword with a thick blade as wide as a palm, completely black and without any decoration.
The sword blade sank half a foot deep into the bluestone slab and stood firmly in front of Shen Hongyuan, like a black shield.
There isn't even a scratch on the sword.
The whole place was dead silent.
Everyone's eyes fell on the heavy sword.
At this time, the owner of the heavy sword was walking slowly from outside the crowd.
Dressed in white as snow, with a handsome face, a black belt tied around his waist, and a leisurely pace.
Xiao Huo.
There was no expression on his face, and he didn't even look at Gray Wolf. He just walked to the side of the epee, stretched out his hand to hold the hilt, and lifted it gently.
The heavy sword was pulled out from the bluestone slab, bringing up a piece of gravel and dust.
He casually put the sword on his shoulder and glanced sideways at Shen Hongyuan.
"How's it going?"
Shen Hongyuan was startled for a moment, as if he was a little surprised to see Xiao Huo come to the scene.
Then he picked up the long sword on the ground, put it into its sheath, and said, "It's not bad."
Xiao Huo nodded and looked at Gray Wolf.
Gray Wolf's brows furrowed tightly.
He looked at the young man in white clothes in front of him. He was just Foundation Establishment, Eighth-Layer Peak, which was a small level lower than Shen Hongyuan.
But the pressure coming from the heavy sword and the counter-shock force of the sword just now made him vaguely feel that something was wrong.
"Who are you?" Gray Wolf asked coldly.
Xiao Huo has no answer.
He put the heavy sword down from his shoulder, and the tip of the sword hit the ground with a roar. He put his hands on the hilt of the sword and his eyes were slightly murderous:
"Great Yong Dynasty, Xiao Huo."
The whispers around him began again, denser and more mixed than before.
"What is this man's background? Can he block Gray Wolf's surprise attack with just the blade of his sword?"
"Foundation Establishment, Eighth-Layer Peak, just one level lower than the woman just now."
"Great Yong Dynasty is really in trouble. There are just these crooked melons and cracked dates going back and forth, each one is weaker than the last."
"I don't think this boy in white can survive ten moves. Gray Wolf That robe is too strong for close combat."
"That's not necessarily true..." A voice interrupted hesitantly, "The sword strike he made just now, the angle, force, and timing of the heavy sword hitting the ground, were all very precise. He didn't look like an ordinary character."
"Hmph, what kind of waves can Foundation Establishment, Eighth Layer create? Just wait and see, Gray Wolf will defeat him within three moves."
The discussion was buzzing like flies, Xiao Huo turned a deaf ear.
He turned his head sideways and waved his hand towards Shen Hongyuan, signaling her to step back.
Shen Hongyuan glanced at him, nodded, and retreated to the edge of the crowd with his sword in hand.
She pressed the hilt of the sword with her hand and stared intently at the field.
If Xiao Huo is defeated, she is always ready to take action again.
Xiao Huo pulled up the epee from the ground, held the handle with both hands, and pointed the sword tip diagonally at the ground.
His breathing was steady, his eyes were calm, and the aura around him slowly converged, like a knife being sheathed.
Gray Wolf looked at his starting position and frowned even more.
Although the guy opposite was not very strong, he looked extremely confident, which was different from the two people before him.
It's like he has some trump card.
Gray Wolf felt an indescribable discomfort in his heart.
"You Great Yong are really troublesome," he snorted coldly, and the dagger turned into a sword flower in his hand, and the silver light flowed.
"Fight one by one. If you can't afford to lose, why not fight together, so that I don't have to waste time by sending them off one by one."
Xiao Huo raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but his tone remained calm. "Stop talking nonsense and take action."
He paused, looked past Gray Wolf, glanced at the Cangwu monks behind Gray Wolf who were wearing similar brocade robes, and added:
"After I beat you, I'll beat the people behind you."
As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.
Then the pot exploded.
"Arrogant!"
"Foundation Establishment, Eighth Layer challenges the entire Cangwu? Is he crazy?"
"That's right, Cangwu and two Golden Core Realm monks!"
Gray Wolf's face completely darkened.
He stopped talking nonsense, shook his dagger, and the spiritual light on the sword surged. His steps suddenly accelerated, and his figure was like a white lightning, rushing towards Xiao Huo.
The silver-white dagger drew a strange arc in the air. The tip of the sword trembled, making it difficult to tell the true direction of the attack.
This is the secret <Wandering Snake Sword Art> taught by the Cangwu Imperial Family. It is famous for being cunning and cunning. The path of the sword is like a snake, making it difficult to guard against.
Three feet.
Two feet.
One foot.
The tip of the sword has reached three feet in front of Xiao Huo's throat.
Xiao Huo moved.
He did not retreat or block, but held the sword with both hands and suddenly raised the heavy sword from bottom to top.
It's not a thorn, it's a lift.
The heavy sword brought out a black arc. The sword was broad and thick, and the sword was heavy, like a mountain rising from the ground.
There are no fancy sword moves, no Spiritual Power's outbursts, only the purest power and speed.
"Qiang--!"
The dagger meets the epee.
Gray Wolf's face changed instantly.
The moment the sword blade collided, it seemed as if it had struck an indestructible fine iron barrier.
Realizing that he was outmatched in a head-to-head encounter, he immediately took a step back and ejected, flipped several somersaults in the air, and finally landed firmly not far away.
Gray Wolf lowered his head and glanced at his trembling right hand, his face became more gloomy, and warning signs suddenly arose in his heart.
This man is anything but ordinary Foundation Establishment, Eighth Layer.
The sword he just struck was powerful and heavy, but it could be retracted and released freely.
This cannot be achieved by relying on brute force, but can only be achieved by having a deep understanding of the way of the sword.
Hard attack won't work.
Gray Wolf's thoughts raced in his mind, and he made a judgment in an instant: the heavy sword is heavy, so you will win with speed.
His body swayed, and he had swept to the left side of Xiao Huo like a ghost. The silver light of the dagger suddenly appeared and stabbed straight into his ribs.
This sword is fast, accurate, and ruthless, and the angle is extremely tricky. If it were an ordinary Foundation Establishment, Eighth Layer, there would be no time to react.
But Xiao Huo moved.
The heavy sword seemed to be weightless in his hand. When it moved one foot laterally, the sword was just in the direction of the dagger.
"Ding--"
Sparks flew everywhere, and Gray Wolf's full blow was easily neutralized.
Gray Wolf's face changed slightly, she sheathed her sword and stabbed again.
One sword, two swords, three swords... His figure was wandering around Xiao Huo, and the daggers struck from all directions, so fast that only silver-white afterimages were left.
The crowd of onlookers could only see the flash of sword light and hear the crisp sound of Jin Tie chiming as densely as rain.
But Xiao Huo stood where he was, not taking a step back.
The heavy sword flipped, blocked, and swept in his hands, and each sword accurately blocked Gray Wolf's offensive.
The broad black heavy sword was as light as a feather in his hand, and he swung it freely without any lag.
"This is impossible..." Gray Wolf became more and more frightened.
The epee weighs at least ten thousand kilograms, and it would be difficult for ordinary monks to hold it with both hands. However, this man wielded it with one hand like an arm, not slower than his own dagger.
What kind of strange power is this?
What a wonderful Swordsmanship it is?
Gray Wolf gritted his teeth, the aura on the dagger surged, and he thrust out the last sword with all his strength.
Xiao Huo has no block.
He held the sword with both hands, raised the heavy sword from bottom to top, and faced him head-on.
"Qiang--!!!"
There was a harsh metal collision, and the dagger flew out of his hand.