Chapter 425: Suzaku

Before Luo Qingyang had finished speaking, Jiuge Sword was out of its sheath.
In the face of the twelve flying swords, Luo Qingyang’s swordsmanship is no longer such a simple one-sword, the swordsmanship has become complicated and complicated, especially the rapid pace at his feet, but there is a strange feeling. ...
His sword power was surging and turbulent at first, then became ethereal and clear again, and then soft and passionate...
"This is... Sword Dance?" Lei Wujie saw a bit of the way, but was not sure.
"Sword Dance indeed." Li Fansong nodded.
"But what kind of sword dance is this?" Lei Wujie asked again.
Li Fansong thought for a long time and shook his head: "I haven't seen it."
As a result, everyone's eyes turned to Xie Xuan.
Xie Xuan shook his head helplessly: "Dare to love the two gods below to fight, and a husband tells the story above. Okay, I know. Luo Qingyang's sword dance is a self-made eleven-style sword dance. It must be played from beginning to end. Half an hour. The full name of this set of sword dance is Jiuge, which is the same name as his sword. The first nine styles of the eleven-style sword dance have the same name as the gods in ancient mythology. According to the characteristics of the gods, the temperament of the sword dance is different, and it is clearly the east Huang Taiyi, Yunzhongjun, Xiangjun, Mrs. Xiang, Da Si Ming, Shao Si Ming, Dong Jun, He Bo, Mountain Ghost. Now it should have jumped to Xiang Jun style. The last two styles are sad and vast sword power. It can be called a peerless country and the soul of courtesy that gathers all the sword energy into a sword."
"Mr. erudite." Mu Chunfeng said with emotion.
The others clasped their fists and exclaimed, "Mr. Learned."
Xie Xuan sighed, but there was a faint worry in his expression. He admired the young man in the audience very much at this time, but how many styles could this young man survive?
Wushuang's flying sword was beaten back and flew out again. The twelve flying swords were densely packed to form a powerful offensive, but they were repelled again and again in Luo Qingyang's relaxed sword dance, and Luo Qingyang was too far away from him. It's getting closer.
"I have jumped to the fifth style, the chief has his life." Xie Xuan sighed.
Li Fansong asked in confusion: "Why do you sigh, sir?"
"Because from this style, they are all killing swords." Xie Xuan said slowly, slowly putting his hand on the hilt.
Among the crowd, Su Muyu, who had hidden herself again, also held the umbrella handle. He and Wushuang have only known each other for a few days, but this ruthless assassin has a strange sympathy for him, so he doesn't want him to die.
But how much stronger the Umbrella Ghost’s Eighteen Sword Formation is than the Wushuang Sword Box’s Twelve Flying Swords?
"Master, how long can Wushuang last?" Xiao Chong also saw that Wushuang was completely at a disadvantage at the moment.
"He is very strong, at least he can support Dongjun." Yan Zhantian replied.
"Can you save him?" Xiao Chong asked bluntly.
Yan Zhantian shook his head: "I was injured and couldn't save him. Only Xie Xuan can save him in the court."
Xiao Chong raised his head and looked at Xiao Se, who happened to also look at him.
"Mr. Xie." Xiao Se said.
"I know." Xie Xuan said solemnly.
"Flying swordsmanship is indeed a wonderful swordsmanship, but it is not the right way for a swordsman to raise a sword with blood after all. If he doesn't have a sword that he really holds in his hand, he will still be a little worse after all." Luo Qingyang He has jumped to the sixth form, Shao Si Ming, and said faintly, "Maybe you borrowed your master's water-breaking sword here, and you can hold on for longer."
"I have the sword in my hand." Wushuang smiled reluctantly.
"Oh?" Luo Qingyang frowned slightly.
"Go!" With a wave of Wushuang's long sleeves, the twelve handles poured down, blocking Luo Qingyang's approach.
Luo Qingyang's sword dance stopped for a moment!
At this moment, Wushuang kicked out the thirteenth sword in the Wushuang sword box.
It was a long sword full of fiery red, and a phoenix soaring in flames was carved at the head of the sword
Daming Suzaku!
Lei Wujie was taken aback: "How does this sword resemble Master Lei Hong's killing sword!"
"Yes, Lei Hong's killing sword is an imitation of this sword. This sword is the second largest Suzaku in the world!" Xie Xuanlang said.
As soon as Wushuang grasped the Daming Suzaku with his right hand, Wushuang stretched out his left hand and swiped it suddenly on the blade. The blood drew on the blade.
"What is this?" Li Fansong asked.
"Daming Suzaku and those twelve flying swords are made by ghost swordsmen and need to be fed with swords. And the swords are spiritual, but they are different from the sword heart of your sword heart mound. The sword heart of these swords is evil and weird. The hostility is extremely heavy! So Daming Suzaku also has a name." Xie Xuan said solemnly.
Xiao Se couldn't help but walked forward, and then said, "Magic Sword!"
Scarlet King Xiao Yu's eyes widened: "This is the second Da Ming Suzaku in the world. It is indeed a good sword. Kill this Wushuang. I want this sword. Help me grab him!"
Su Changhe shook his head and sighed: "The idea of ​​this sword, I'd better persuade His Highness not to hit it. Even me, I wouldn't choose to approach it easily. This is... a magic sword."
The moment Wushuang held the Daming Suzaku, Wushuang's eyes instantly turned red, and he felt that his mind seemed to be drawn away in an instant, as if slowly, slowly, drifting into the emptiness.
The thirteen swords of the sword box, the easiest thing to pick up is this Great Suzaku. Wushuang has always understood this, but when picking up the Suzaku, whether the person controls the sword or the sword controls the person, then It depends on the mind of the sword holder.
"Dongjun." Luo Qingyang drew the twelve landing flying swords with a sword, and attacked Wushuang.
Wushuang sneered, waved his long sleeves, and the twelve flying swords leaped up and stab Luo Qingyang along with the last Da Ming Suzaku!
Luo Qingyang sighed slightly, Wushuang at this moment is undoubtedly stronger than just now, but a swordsman controlled by a sword, even if his skill is greatly increased for a while, he will be unable to succeed in the end, and he is not afraid.
"It's over." Luo Qingyang swung out a sword. This sword was beautiful and warm, like the smoky smoke rising from the setting sun in winter, the clear spring in the desert, and the sunset glow.
This is Dongjun, the noble, graceful, majestic, and heroic of spring.
The fiery red in Wushuang's eyes faded in an instant, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth became the clean and pure grinning smile again. The twelve flying swords whizzed past Luo Qingyang, the Great Suzaku and Jiu Ge Sword. Hit each other hard.
The two crossed past, and Luo Qingyang's left sleeve was cut off by a sword and fell to the ground.
The audience was shocked.
Wushuang was only one step short of hurting Luo Qingyang, this peerless sword immortal.
Without a hook with both hands, the twelve flying swords hovered in front of him. He raised the Suzaku and swept across the twelve flying swords with a crisp sound.
"I Wushuang, how can I be controlled by a sword?"