In an instant, thirteen rays of sword light burst out with bursts of white light, covering Zhao Yufan.
The air flow stirred in the air, and the leaves flying in the air were smashed by the sword energy.
The sound of breaking through the air kept ringing, making people's ears ring.
Everyone stared at the masked man who was drowned by the sword light, and felt a sense of sadness in their hearts. will he die They asked themselves in their hearts, looking at the light in front of them, they really hoped for a miracle, but would it really happen?
Even if the masked man can dodge this attack, how will he dodge the next attack?
In their impression, it seems that no one can escape from the siege of Qinglan Thirteen Swords.
Even the masters of Emperor Wu will have to pay the price of serious injuries.
Only then can we break out of the siege.
However, the masked man is not a master of martial arts.
The light gradually dissipated, and everyone's disappointed hearts gradually fell into the abyss.
Looking at the gradually receding light, Qinglan Thirteen Swords smiled, Wang Xinhua smiled, Wang Baichuan smiled, Liu Man smiled, Zhou Hai also laughed, but more people did not smile.
Cangyue didn't smile, the little fat man didn't smile, Zhang Qing and Yuanyuan didn't smile, Han Bingyue and the others didn't smile, and many onlookers didn't laugh either.
For them, the death of the masked man is a bit sad, because he did not deserve to die, or he should not have died.
The moment the light completely dissipated, everyone's mood fell to the bottom.
At the same time, the smiles of Qinglan Thirteen Swords and others were completely released.
Suddenly, everyone's expressions suddenly froze, and then they showed surprise.
In a daze, they seemed to see a black shadow wandering among the Thirteen Qinglan Swords.
They seemed not to believe everything they saw.
Some rubbed their eyes, some stretched their necks forward, and some opened their eyes as wide as possible, hoping to see more clearly.
At this moment, everyone was already sure that a black shadow had really appeared just now.
The black shadow is Zhao Yufan.
In the minds of many people, Zhao Yufan will never lose.
Although he has transformed into a sword god at this time, he still will not lose.
In between breaths, he shuttled around Qinglan's Thirteen Swords and displayed the Thirteen Swords at the same time.
After using the Thirteen Swords, he returned to the position where he was surrounded just now, and stood with his sword in hand, like a mountain peak, insurmountable.
The scene suddenly became quiet, and people suddenly realized that the masked man had just broken out of the siege of Qinglan's Thirteen Swords.
This is an extremely shocking and incredible thing.
Wang Xinhua squeezed his eyes and stared at the Thirteen Swords of Qinglan with some disbelief, as if he wanted to see some clues from them.
However, the Thirteen Swords of Qinglan were even more shocked than him at this moment, and their minds were blank at this moment. , and didn’t even realize what happened just now.
Wang Baichuan and a group of masters could clearly see that at the moment when the light dissipated, the masked man rushed out of the circle surrounded by Qinglan's Thirteen Swords in a strange posture, and used the Thirteen Swords on them.
Zhang Qing's arms fell down at some point.
He stared at the masked man attentively, with a fighting spirit rising in his heart.
Yuanyuan licked the corner of her mouth and murmured in surprise: "This guy is so strong.
Why do I feel like he can compete with Zhao Yufan?"
Hearing this, Zhang Qing was shocked, and his eyes suddenly became a little dim, "Yes, he may be able to fight Zhao Yufan, but I am not his opponent at all."
Looking at the frustrated look on her friend's face, Yuanyuan curled her lips and said sarcastically: "Hey, don't look like you're dying, okay?
Look at Han Bingyue and the others.
They often encounter Zhao Yufan's blows, aren't they still practicing hard?
Even with this We can’t beat Zhao Yufan in terms of strength, and we can’t lose to him in terms of momentum.”
Zhang Qing showed a relieved smile and looked at Han Bingyue and the others.
Han Bingyue and the others have a very strong mental endurance.
After getting along with Zhao Yufan for a long time, they are fully prepared for this situation of turning defeat into victory.
Although their faces are surprised, they are not too excited.
Although they were not excited, Liu Man, who was not far away, was so excited that he almost jumped up.
"What bullshit Qinglan Thirteen Swords?
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It's just a piece of shit."
He cursed, angrily took the tea handed by Zhou Hai, drank it all in one gulp, and then threw the cup to the ground and cursed: "What a crappy tea."
Ah, lukewarm, do you have any brains?"
Zhou Hai stood behind Liu Man with his head bowed, and cautiously comforted him: "Master Liu, calm down first.
Their battle has just begun.
If the Qinglan Thirteen Swords use their special skills later, this person will definitely be defeated."
"Huh!"
Liu Man breathed out and waved his hand impatiently: "Go away and make me a cup of hot tea that won't burn my mouth."
Is hot tea that doesn’t burn your mouth still hot?
Zhou Hai muttered in his heart, lowered his head silently and left.
Just when he left, Qinglan Thirteen Swords' face was extremely pale.
They noticed a sharp pain in their right arm.
When they looked down, they found a shallow sword mark on the wrist holding the sword.
The sword marks did not hurt the skin, and there was no bleeding, just like being whipped with a whip.
There was just a red blood mark, like a chain, wrapped around their bodies and their hearts, making them completely frozen in place.
Except for experts like Wang Baichuan and Wu Huang, no one else understood what was going on.
Seeing the masked man and Qinglan Thirteen Swords standing motionless, everyone couldn't help but whisper.
Everyone's comments rose and fell one by one, falling into the ears of Zhao Yufan and Qinglan Thirteen Swords one by one.
Some people thought that Zhao Yufan had lost, some thought that Qinglan Thirteen Swords had lost, and some thought that they were planning a more terrifying move.
After fierce arguments, everyone finally came to a consensus.
They believed that both sides were planning more outrageous moves.
Just when everyone was sure why Zhao Yufan and Qing Lan's Thirteen Swords were not moving, one of Qin Lan's Thirteen Swords suddenly spoke.
He asked in a low voice: "Who are you?"
Zhao Yufan said calmly: "Sword God" Sword God When everyone heard this name, their first feeling was that it was a bit weird.
Because in their impression, there are only two kinds of people who dare to call themselves sword gods.
One kind of person is extremely powerful in swordsmanship, so he is called the Sword God; the other kind of person is a guy who has never seen much of the world, or he has a little knowledge of swordsmanship in a remote and poorly informed mountain village.
People call him the God of Swords.
But Zhao Yufan obviously does not belong to these two types of people.
As if to clear up everyone's doubts, Zhao Yufan patiently explained: "My name is Sword God, not a nickname.
You should know Sword Demon.
His name is Sword Demon, and my name is Sword God."
Suddenly, everyone felt that the sword god was a bit arrogant.
From his tone, it seemed as if his sword was very powerful.
But everyone soon felt relieved, because the sword of the Sword God was indeed powerful
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