Zhao Yun focused his eyes and slowly took a step forward. All he saw was silence. There were only rows of dense trees, as if he was trapped in a death enclosure.
"Here it is!" He suddenly shouted excitedly. He leaned forward and slashed his divine sword to the left.
Halfway through the move, Zhao Yun suddenly turned his body to the right. His Mighty Sword slanted horizontally and suddenly struck forward.
It turned out that his shout was a diversionary tactic to lure the enemy. He hoped to determine the flow of air to determine the enemy's position. He heard the leaves on his right move slightly, so he turned the tip of his sword and struck with all his strength.
Although this strike did not have the support of vital energy, Zhao Yun's divine power was still amazing. The Mighty Sword carried the sound of wind breaking through the air and mercilessly cut through the void. However, it only obtained nothingness.
There was no blood, nor was there any sign of an enemy. Zhao Yun's sword strike had completely missed.
"I actually misjudged?" Zhao Yun was a little disappointed after being absent-minded for a moment. Could it be that Mount Shu Sect's Cloud Mist Hidden Sword Formation was really flawless?
At this moment, sharp swords stretched out from both sides and pierced Zhao Yun's ribs. The swords fluttered lightly and the tips of the swords pierced through Zhao Yun's inner garment.
Zhao Yun sneered and said, "Sneaky, you won't amount to much!" His body shook violently, and with two 'thump' sounds, the two slender green swords were both broken.
The broken swords fell to the ground and made a crisp sound. The girl was surprised and confused and cried out, "My Willow Eyebrow Sword! Why is he invulnerable! "
Hu Qing and Hu Lan were overjoyed and secretly shouted, "Lucky!". Hu Qing said, "Xiao Lan, it's all thanks to you insisting on letting Langjun wear the Golden Threaded Robe that he escaped from these people's plot."
Although Zhao Yun used brute force to shake off the swords, the recoil made his ribs hurt.
However, he did not have time to care about this pain. At the same time that the girl cried out, Zhao Yun had already swung his swords twice.
"Since you dare to speak, then you must be prepared to die!"
The speed of Zhao Yun's two swords was still not very fast, but he was very confident that the two women would definitely fall to the ground and die after these two "shua shua" sounds.
If he couldn't even catch such a flaw, then he really didn't deserve to be called the successor of Blue Lotus.
After two swooshing sounds, the world returned to silence.
There was no blood, no people, only silent mockery, like a poisonous snake coiled in Zhao Yun's heart.
Zhao Yun's thick eyebrows knitted together, and her expression was extremely ugly.
Once again, his sword missed.
The two girls on Mount Shu disappeared into the void like ghosts.
The Hidden Sword Formation in Deep Clouds and Fog was really as dense as the clouds and fog. It concealed everything, making Zhao Yun unable to see the enemy or her own confidence.
"Little thief, are you dumbfounded? You're really funny like this. "It was Han Xiushui's smug laughter that was unbridled in the mist.
"The Hidden Sword Formation in Deep Clouds and Fog is a profound sword formation that Founding Master Qing Ling Zi created based on the Cloud Sea Rime of Mount Shu. The Dao is natural, and man is one. If even you can see through the Divine Artifact, then you've seen a ghost."
Han Xiushui's disdainful voice buzzed in his ears, but he could not find where she was. This kind of sullen and powerless feeling made Zhao Yun extremely uncomfortable.
He even had an impulse to swing his sword and cut down all the trees to see where this group of women hid.
"No, I can't be confused!"
Zhao Yun tried to calm himself down. He warned himself that this was not just a simple sword duel, but a battle of life and death.
In a battle of life and death, there was no definite distinction between the strong and the weak. Apart from cultivation base, the enemy's experience, psychological quality, timing, and location all played an important role.
It was also because of this that the weak defeated the strong in Immortal Grove. The results could not be predicted with common sense. That was why the world was so exciting.
"Han Xiushui cleverly made use of my temporary weakness of not having vital energy, and completely unleashed the mysterious power of the Hidden Sword Formation in Deep Clouds and Fog. She is indeed not easy to deal with. If I lose my mind, I will have even less of a chance of winning. Wouldn't that be exactly what she wants? "
"The only thing I can do now is to deal with her moves as they come. After all, I have the Golden Threaded Garment to protect me. I don't have to worry about any danger for the time being."
Zhao Yun put down his anxious emotions, and strolled on the shaded path, allowing the thin sword to touch him. He sneered and said, "The Mount Shu sword formation is only so-so. I walked one round, and I'm still unharmed. "
Han Xiushui was hidden in the sword formation, and also laughed lightly and said, "Ignorant! Disciples, activate the Life Art, evolve the second move of Hidden Clouds and Fog. "
Just as she finished speaking, Zhao Yun suddenly felt the pressure rise. There were surging sword energies rising from all directions.
He held his sword horizontally in defense, but still did not see a single figure. A feeling of unease suddenly arose in his heart.
"Chi!"
"Kill!"
"Hu!"
"Ya!"
The young girls of Mount Shu called out in unison. They were extremely charming, but their attacks were merciless. The 31 long swords were like young swallows returning to the forest, and they were launched at the same time.
Zhao Yun did not know how such a narrow place could accommodate so many Duobao swords, but he knew that his situation was not good.
These 31 long swords were either chopping, pointing, lifting, wiping, pressing, sweeping, intercepting, or blocking. They spun continuously and cooperated seamlessly. Cold light flickered, and killing intent was heavy. They rapidly emerged like bamboo shoots after the rain, and instantly sealed every part of Zhao Yun's body.
Zhao Yun did not even have time to wave his sword to protect himself. The instant he knew that the enemy had attacked, he was already like a hedgehog, and there were fatal thorns all over his body.
Mount Shu's sword technique was renowned in Immortal Grove, and it was indeed unique.
"Let's see how you escape this time." Han Xiushui laughed very happily. Although she had lost a disciple, but overall, she was able to capture Zhao Yun alive without much effort. She couldn't help but admire herself.
Zhao Yun could kill Song Langyun, who had countless protective Dharma treasures, and kill Dustfree in the North Sea Wasteland. No matter how confident Han Xiushui was, she did not dare to be careless. She brought a large group of second and third generation disciples just to be on the safe side.
What was more coincidental was that the heavens still favored her, causing Zhao Yun to be unable to use true energy. She got a huge advantage for no reason.
She deliberately did not use true energy in the beginning of the Hidden Cloud Fog Sword Formation, which gradually made Zhao Yun relax his vigilance. At this moment, the Breath Preservation Art surged wildly, catching him off guard. She carefully set up the trap, and finally Zhao Yun fell into her trap.
She did not need to personally make a move to capture Zhao Yun. This was the victory of the brain, and this was the most vivid proof of intelligence.
Even Han Xiushui herself felt that such a full set of tricks was extremely wonderful.
Although she would never be able to compete with that little b * tch, Hu Lan, when she saw the little b * tch's anxious and fearful gaze at this moment, Han Xiushui felt especially happy and refreshed. "How would that little b * tch understand? She thinks she's amazing just because she cursed a few times. Hmph, this world speaks with strength from the beginning to the end. "
Zhao Yun once again circulated his divine power, wanting to shake off this annoying killing formation. However, just as he thought about it, the thirty-one swords around him moved closer and let out ruthless sneers. The green light was faint, and the pressure increased greatly, binding Zhao Yun to the point that he could not move.
Zhao Yun felt a mountain-like pressure. Every sword shot out a cold stream, like thirty-one hungry green insects driven by a crazy obsession. They bit the indestructible golden threaded robe and eagerly tried to burrow into Zhao Yun's soft and tender skin.
If it was only a stream of true energy, Zhao Yun naturally would not care, and he would not have to worry about the true energy breaking through the defense of his golden threaded robe. However, the true energy that came from the tip of these thirty-one swords was boundless and vigorous. Although they were divided into thirty-one swords, they came from the same source, advancing and retreating together.
The powerful combination was like a surging tide, drowning Zhao Yun's confidence and wearing down Zhao Yun's willpower.
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