Vol 8 Chapter 78: Winning and losing points

The sound of the sea breeze was carried out through "Yang Dao Tang".
These seven knives have not changed at all, but the turbid waves are emptied, one wave is higher than the other, which is far worse than the one that cut Daqingshi before.
The sword was swift and imposing.
This is exactly the seven cuts that Shi Tianheng created and fought with the famous rivers and lakes.
Ling Zhuo guest is flying in the air, cutting three swords, picking three swords, and then cutting one sword, volleying over, but the figure is on the head of Ling Zhuke!
Shi Tianheng roared, the sword turned, and he slanted down!
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but admire that this master Shi Dafu's effort was even higher than that year.
In some ways, although Ye Qingxuan killed his elder brother Shi Tianbao, the two sides cherish each other and they are truly friends.
From Ye Qingxuan's point of view, naturally hope Shi Tianheng can win.
There was a loud sound of "Boom". The huge waves fell from the head. The full water vapor was blown by the blade wind, and instantly spread into the entire hall. The masters in the hall were all resisted by Yun Gong. This water vapor bounced back a few steps directly, and the front characters were even soaked in clothes by the water vapor, and immediately became a chicken.
Being in the center of the turbulent waves drove the passenger down slightly, but the sword hadn't come out of the sheath yet, relying on the strong suffocation to resist the opponent.
Shi Tianheng's figure fell sharply after a knife, and he was cut with three swords in an instant.
Make Zhukeke body flutter, three swords are missed, the distance of the third knife makes Zhukeke's head only three inches.
He made himself lean on the ground, half a foot diagonally, and his body moved. The bluestone ground beneath his feet was thinned by a knife, the stone debris turned into dust, and it was washed away by water vapor.
Shi Tianheng is not alone, and the speed on the knife is not trivial.
His eleventh sword was cut out in succession, and the pursuit ordered him to go away!
The power of this knife is even more amazing!
After ordering each guest's body shape, the "Sad Demon Sword" in his hand was finally scabbard, and the sword was unfolded.
"Ding Ding Ding" sounded three times, and the sharp sword stopped.
Let Zhuke break Shi Tianheng's cut with three swords!
"it is good!"
Shi Tianheng yelled, and the twelfth strike was an immediate shot, and it was still just a stab. The power of this stab was at least three times higher than the first eleven stab!
"Yangdaotang" suddenly fell into the vortex of the sea bottom, violent vigor slumped to the center of Shi Tianheng.
There was a sound of exclamation inside and outside the Yangdaotang. Many people were instable and resisting fate, and even some people pulled out their weapons and inserted them on the ground with a bang as their support. Flying away from gravity.
The person's figure barely stood still, but the objects in the lobby were irresistible.
Whether it's a banquet or a seat on the banquet, all of them whistled and flew up, making Shi Tianheng's knife even more powerful and messy!
Pian Piao Tian Heng was completely empty by the side of her body, and she was afraid of the order in the whirlpool.
scold!
The look of disgust flashed away in the eyes of Zhukeke. At this time, he finally made a trick to make him walk away. Time [Sword of Tragedy and Demon] One strike and three moves, one move and three styles, serial nine swords!
Ding Ding Ding ...
Nine rings.
The sorrowful demon sword made by the guest brought nine ray of light, and a top-secret space was drawn in front of and behind him, like a sealed box, immediately separated from the outside, and received the twelfth knife wave of Shi Tianheng!
All the whirlpools smashed into the outside of the box, and none went inside.
The inside of the box is as quiet as it is, and the outside is chaotic.
The contrast between motion and static is heart-shaking.
Shi Tianheng's sweat dripped from his head, so that sweat beads had already fallen on the forehead.
"Good knife!"
The two were almost in unison.
An indescribable desolation suddenly appeared in Shi Tianheng's face, and his voice became extremely desolate, saying: "Fill me again!"
The wind did not stop, the waves did not set.
The space formed by the knife-by-passenger style still resisted the invasion of the huge waves. At this time, Shi Tianheng used his worst move.
The sound of the sword exhibition, the three-foot long sword cuts to the order!
[Breaking Wave Empty Knife] The most secretive and most powerful move!
The blade is very slow, but the blade is shaking violently!
Like a stubborn and tough undercurrent in a huge vortex on the ocean, a thin undercurrent.
The protective layer drawn by the previous nine knives was impossible to stop, just like slicing a piece of window paper with a sharp knife, and the sound of a squeak, the blade was in front of the eyes of the passengers.
The eyes of every guest were chilling, his expression was stern, and the sorrowful sword in his hand was stabbed out slowly!
The moment the swords on both sides were in contact, Shi Tianheng thundered like a thunderbolt, and the slow sword suddenly changed, as if one sword had become thirteen, a trickle became thirteen, and the slashing made thirteen per passenger. Key point.
Make the passenger change accordingly, one knife also became thirteen knife!
A weird metal sound burst out, and thirteen Mars flashed between the two!
Mars flashed away, thirteen swords turned back into one sword, the sword was incessant, and it was slanted to the throat that made every guest go!
The sorrowful demon sword's momentum is also not exhausted, "Bao" knocked open the blade that cut to the throat, and then drew it from an incredible angle, piercing the right hand of Shi Tianheng holding the handle!
The knife was almost at the top, the blade was not there, and Mori's air had penetrated into the skin.
Shi Tianheng drank angrily, turned his wrist, and cut back in time!
"Ding", the sword bounced off, but immediately cut back, still attacking the wrist!
Shi Tianheng has repeatedly turned his wrist, and the sword changes!
The sorrowful demon sword that drove the passengers also followed the Seven Changes, and there was still a change after the Seven Changes!
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It was just a slight shake. The diamond at the blade reflected bright lights. Ten million rays of light condensed into a single light and shot straight into Shi Tianheng's eyes.
what!
Shi Tianheng was furious, and his eyes were as dazzling as the fire, which made him dizzy for a while.
It was just this moment that the ruthlessness of the corners of Zhuzhe's mouth emerged, and the blade's edge turned to Shi Tianheng's throat!
After Shi Tianheng's sword potential changed seven times, he couldn't change it anymore. When he felt the cold blade, he wanted to return, but it was already half a shot late.
Wow!
At the moment when everyone inside and outside could not bear the blood splashing on the spot, a cold light suddenly rose!
The sword is cold like snow. Where can I hear the rain?
The curved sword, the curved sword light, started like a crescent moon, and suddenly became a rainbow.
No one can see the change of this knife, and no one can see this knife.
With the knife together, the knife was gone.
Jiang Dahu hasn't seen famous swordsman for many years, and Jianghu people haven't seen such brilliant sword light for many years.
Makes the eyes of each guest instantly confused ...
Sen Ran blinded his eyes.
Ding!
A soft sound.
When Ling Zhuo returned to God again, his body had been split back by a few feet. The trembling of the right hand holding the knife was also trembling, as well as his own "Sad Demon Sword".
The wailing sound of the sword is so desolate that it makes the heart of Zhuzhu cold.
Right now, between him and Shi Tianheng, "Shuai Tianfan" stood upright. After the knife just now, the knife was already in the sheath, but looked at himself with cold ridicule.
So that there was a kind of fear for the rest of the life after the disaster.
Not joy, it's really fear. Fear of fear.
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