Chapter 450: : Eighteen Swords of Storm and Rain

Qin Yaoluo's right hand, I don't know when it has been tightly clasped with Fang Bai's left hand, his palm is already full of sweat.
Although she didn't know martial arts, when Wen Shiba's sword stabbed, she could also feel the endless murderous intent in it, her heart beat suddenly, her eyes closed tightly, and she dared not look.
"Nephew Wen Xian, be merciful!"
Qin Ling's voice condensed and reminded Wen Shiba to say that he hoped that he would not be too cruel and hurt the ghost hand, otherwise the two sides would have forged a feud.
Wen Shiba turned a deaf ear to Qin Ling's words, that sword was more vigorous, its true essence was surging, and its sword aura was vertical and horizontal, and all the retreats of the ghost hand were sealed.
Wen Shiba was full of confidence in his sword. He felt that it was the most exciting and pinnacle sword he had ever stabbed in his life.
He seemed to have seen the scene of the ghost hand being cut off by himself and screaming in horror, and even a cold smile was drawn from the corner of his mouth.
When the soft sword in Wen Shiba's hand was one foot away from his chest, the figure of the ghost hand moved.
He avoided Wen Shiba's inevitable sword at an incredible speed, and then hit the Wen Shiba soft sword with a fist.
Wenshiba’s soft sword is cast with special materials. It is extremely flexible and unmatched in sharpness. Coupled with the fierce sword aura entrapped in the blade, ordinary warriors dare not touch it with flesh and blood. No doubt the injury.
But the ghost hand was so bold that he directly slammed his fist at the soft sword. In Wen Shiba's eyes, his hand would definitely end in a end.
when--
The fist of the ghost hand slammed on the sword of the Wen Shiba Soft Sword, and there was a clear and clear sound like a metal strike.
At the moment of the fist and the sword, Wen Shiba's arm holding the sword suddenly trembled like an electric shock.
Immediately, an extremely overbearing and fierce and unusually powerful force spread from the sword body and poured into his arm, causing him a terrible pain. The soft sword almost couldn't hold it and flew out.
"What a hard fist! What a domineering punch?"
Wen was taken aback, his face changed slightly, and the soft sword retracted inward. After pulling the sword flower in the air, the sword was horizontally turned and turned towards the waist of the ghost hand.
The punch of the ghost hand just now caused Wen Shiba to put away all his contempt, and displayed his unique skill "Eighteen Swords of Storm and Rain".
The "Eighteen Swords in the Storm" is the family inherited swordsmanship of Yanyulou Wen's family. Although there are only eighteen swords in total, one sword is more powerful than one. It swept like a rainstorm, and the momentum was amazing.
Wen Shiba practiced this family swordsmanship since he was a child. When he was eighteen years old, he finally mastered his swordsmanship. No one can resist his 18th-year-old serial swordsman for the disciples of Yanyulou under 40 years old. The name was changed to "Wen Eighteen".
Wen Shiba's first sword pierced out, not waiting for the old moves, followed by the second sword, the third sword, the fourth sword...
His sword is almost like a sword, and when it comes to the sixth sword, the power of the six swords is superimposed and then burst out in an instant.
As the sword body passed, the surrounding air and the fallen leaves on the ground were stirred by the sword wind, dancing and flying all over the sky, following the direction of the long sword stabbing, covering the ghost hand.
Everyone around, except Fang Bai, everyone was moved by Wen Shiba’s swordsmanship.
"If it's me, if I don't try my best, I'm afraid it can't stop him from the superposition of six swords! Yanyulou is worthy of being a major sect of ancient martial arts in the world, and it is indeed rich!"
Qin Ling looked at Wen Shiba with solemn expression, and once again worried about the ghost hand.
Wen Shiba's "Eighteen Swords of Storms and Rains" is several times more powerful than the first sword stabbed just now. The ghost hand can block his sword, but it may not necessarily block his serial swordsmanship.
Wen Xiangxin's eyes were even more appreciative. In his opinion, his son's swordsmanship had improved a lot. Maybe he didn't have to use eighteen swords, and the ghost hand would be injured and defeated.
When the time comes, you must humiliate the two little rascals, let them know that Yanyulou is not something everyone can provoke.
The ghost hand who had been involved in Wen Shiba's sword power looked as usual, with sarcasm still in his eyes, as if Wen Shiba's superb sword skills at the bottom of the box were still not in his eyes.
The ghost hand was already secretly operating the gold-type technique "Buddha's Fury Golden Rod Gong", carrying the invincible metallic essence, circulating in his body at high speed, and poured it into his fists.
Guishou possesses golden spirit roots, and Fang Bai taught him the golden technique "Buddha's Fury Golden Rod Skill" based on his physique and skills.
This set of golden exercises was learned by Fang Bai from a Buddha in the past years. Although the exercises are not high in rank, when they reach their peaks, the power of the real yuan blasted out by a punch is like ten thousand kilograms. The Zen stick bombards the mountains and rivers.
Although the realm of Guishou's cultivation level is not enough, when this gold system technique is used, an ordinary punch is no longer what a warrior of the level of Wen 18 can contend.
The superimposed might of Wen Shiba and Six Swords rushed with a wave of turmoil, and the fist of the ghost hand also struck out again, such as the Buddha waving a Zen stick in his hand, and there was a slight flash of golden light on the fist.
when--
The metal clash sounded again, accompanied by the sound, and the exclamation of several people watching the game.
No one thought that Guishou's seemingly ordinary punch not only made Wen Shiba's sword invisible, but also blasted the soft sword in his hand and landed in a pool in the distance.
Wen Shiba's soft sword is made of special materials. If it were replaced with an ordinary sword, it would have been shattered into pieces by the punch of the ghost hand.
Quiet!
The sword force disappeared, the storm subsided, and the scene fell deadly silent, only the sound of wind, the sound of falling leaves and the sound of breathing could be heard.
Qin Ling keenly noticed that the expression of Wen Shiba who stood there was a bit of horror and pain. The hand in which he was holding the sword was trembling slightly, with blood dripping down from time to time. Fingers dropped to the ground.
Obviously, in the short and fierce confrontation just now, Wen Shiba was injured and suffered a lot.
"Eighteen! Are you okay?"
Wen Xiangxin apparently also noticed the abnormality of his son, with a startled expression on his face, he shouted in a deep voice.
He couldn't figure it out. How could Guishou's simple punch let his son's soft sword get rid of his hand, and he was still injured?
Wen Shiba seemed to have lost his soul, standing with his hands down, not responding to his father's question.
At this moment, there was a "buzzing" in his mind, and the scene just now kept passing through his mind, which made him feel frightened.
The fist of the ghost hand just now, and the sound of Buddha faintly surrounds his ear, as if there is a burly Buddha wearing a Buddha's clothing and a height of several feet.
The stick seemed to be powerful, like a hill falling down, and he was stunned and forgot to resist.
When he recovered, the soft sword in his hand had already flown out, the tiger's mouth was also shattered, and his bones were as uncomfortable as falling apart. (PS: Ask for a recommendation ticket!)