Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Chapter 346 He escapes from the sword

The sword blade drawn by Feng Qingran seemed plain and uneventful.

For sword cultivator Fu Mingcheng, it was extremely easy to dodge.

Fu Mingcheng glanced at Wang Huan, who was seriously injured in the distance, and felt a sense of threat in his heart for no reason.

Fu Mingcheng looked serious and turned sideways to avoid the oncoming sword blade.

But the sword blade passed by Fu Mingcheng's side, but it did not fly as far as Fu Mingcheng expected.

The sword blade behind Fu Mingcheng turned and headed towards Fu Mingcheng's back.

Fu Mingcheng, who was about to raise his sword to stab Feng Qingran, suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, and Fu Mingcheng turned over subconsciously.

When Fu Mingcheng turned over, the sword blade would pass him by.

The sharp sword blade cut off a strand of hair on his forehead.

Broken hair fell quietly.

But after Fu Mingcheng landed firmly, he was still frightened, his eyes widened in fear, and he was covered in a layer of cold sweat.

Fu Mingcheng had never seen a sword blade that could turn!

As a sword cultivator, he only knows that the stronger the sword cultivator is, the faster the sword he swings will be and the harder it will be to dodge.

Spiritual cultivation uses a sword, and what is wielded is sword energy.

Sword energy can be easily neutralized, and a strong person can even receive it with his bare hands.

When a sword cultivator uses a sword, he swings the blade. The blade is extremely sharp and has extremely strong attack power. Very few strong men dare to pick up the blade with their bare hands.

However, there is a drawback to using the blade to attack enemies.

Enemies at a distance can easily dodge the blade's attacks.

Therefore, most swordsmen will choose close combat.

But as a sword cultivator, Feng Qingran's sword energy could actually turn, which simply broke Fu Mingcheng's understanding of sword cultivators.

Fu Mingcheng turned towards the attacking blade for the second time, his eyes showing horror, and he carefully avoided it.

As Fu Mingcheng dodges more and more times, the blade turns faster and faster.

A small sword blade seemed bound to attack Fu Mingcheng before he would give up.

When other disciples from Di Lingzhou saw this scene, they froze in place holding their magic weapons.

They have never seen such a scene!

In the past, battles between sword cultivators were always scenes of swords and shadows. There had never been a sword cultivator chased by a sword.

I didn't expect that there was an injured Wang Huan.

Wang Huan was lying on the ground, feeling a heart-rending pain in his abdomen, and all his spiritual power was slowly draining away.

Wang Huan reached into his golden clothes, took out a porcelain bottle, poured out a pill, and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he struggled to sit up, sat cross-legged, and tried to adjust his breath and circulate the spiritual energy around his body.

Pooh! ——

Ahem! ——

After Wang Huan spat out a mouthful of blood, he coughed up blood one after another.

The muscles and veins all over his body ached terribly. Wang Huan's eyes were full of despair. He felt that he was not going to die soon.

Wang Huan wanted to call someone to save him, but when he opened his mouth, he was unable to speak.

At this time, Luo Yuxuan, who had been hiding behind others, walked up to Wang Huan.

Wang Huan raised his hand to ask Luo Yuxuan for help. Unexpectedly, Luo Yuxuan raised his hand to take off Wang Huan's storage ring, and then picked up Wang Huan's magic weapon.

Then, Luo Yuxuan quietly followed the direction the cheetah left and walked towards the darkness, his figure completely invisible and disappeared.

Luo Yuxuan knew that the dense forest was extremely dangerous, and only the path walked by the cheetah was safe.

He had a cheetah cub in his hands and no need to be afraid of meeting a cheetah.

Everyone's attention was focused on Fu Mingcheng, and no one noticed that Luo Yuxuan had left.

Here, between Fu Mingcheng and the sword, he was running away from it, and the scene was slightly funny.

Feng Qingran's glass-like eyes flashed with brilliance, and she looked in amazement at Fu Mingcheng being chased by the sword.

Is this the blade she wields?

Her sword power seems to be comparable to that of heavenly beings, right?

The sword wielded at this level does not seem to be able to turn.

Sword Intent Level: Beginner, Mortal, Superior Mortal, Lower Immortal, Superior Immortal, Heavenly Being, Immortal, Saint, Saint.

After becoming a swordsman, you can control the blade to turn.

There is a big difference between being able to turn and tracking an enemy!

The sword that was chasing after Mingcheng at this moment did not look like a cold and ruthless sword, but more like a naughty child.

Feng Qingran blinked her almond-shaped eyes slightly and looked down at the leaves swinging in her sleeves. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly. She seemed to understand what was going on!

As a prehistoric spirit, Feng Zhichu had no problem controlling the sword.

However, when Feng Zhichu did things, she had to bear the blame.

The group of people in Di Lingzhou looked at Feng Qingran like a monster.

They suspected that Feng Qingran was wielding not a sword blade, but a magical weapon similar to the sword blade.

Fu Mingcheng spent a lot of spiritual energy avoiding the pursuit of the sword, and Fu Mingcheng realized that he could not continue.

He had to take the attack in order to escape from the blade.

Fu Mingcheng's eyes were fierce, and he circulated the spiritual energy around his body. He raised his hand and raised his sword to block the blade from attacking again.

Feng Qingran also held down Feng Zhichu's swinging green leaves at this moment.

"In the beginning, I won't be injured in the battle with these, don't worry." Feng Qingran sent a message to Feng Zhichu.

"Master, that Fu Mingcheng has dirty thoughts towards you, and I want to teach him a lesson." Feng Zhichu's soft voice was filled with anger.

Feng Qingran gently patted Feng Zhichu's leaves, "Don't worry, I know it all, and you helped me teach Wang Huan a lesson. I'm very happy."

No one in Di Lingzhou noticed Wang Huan's situation.

It doesn't mean that she didn't see it. Her kick could only cause Wang Huan to be seriously injured at most, but it would not completely destroy Wang Huan's spiritual roots.

Wang Huan's spiritual power has collapsed and he is dying. It is obvious that his spiritual roots have been destroyed.

This must be the work of Youfeng Zhichu.

"I'm very happy to be able to help the master. Brother Feng Ci has told me to protect the master!" Feng Zhichu said even more shyly.

Feng Zhichu was originally worried that Feng Qingran would be angry at her little actions.

At this moment, hearing Feng Qingran say thank you to herself, Feng Zhichu rolled up her leaves happily.

Feng Zhichu obediently slipped back into Feng Qing's sleeves.

at the same time--

Fu Mingcheng easily defused the sword that was chasing him.

Fu Mingcheng's eyebrows knitted together, and anger rushed into his heart. He suspected that he had been tricked by Feng Qingran!

That sword blade was probably a deception!

Fu Mingcheng looked at Feng Qingran again, his eyes seemed to be quenched with poison. He must surrender to Feng Qingran and make her cry and beg for mercy!

"Feng Qingran, I want to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve?" Fu Mingcheng raised his sword and charged towards Feng Qingran angrily.

Zheng! ——

Feng Qingran easily took Fu Mingcheng's attack.

Fu Mingcheng's eyes were fierce and his men's attacks became more fierce. He had to make Feng Qingran pay the price.

When Feng Qingran saw this, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, her eyes were like spring flowers, and she was waiting for Fu Mingcheng to fight with all his strength.

In order to fight Fu Mingcheng, a sword cultivator, she kicked Wang Huan without hesitation.

The two swords clashed.

A man with a light figure and exquisite and mysterious sword skills.

One raised his sword and swept across, the sword's intention implying murderous intent.

The light in the dense forest was a bit dark. When the two were fighting, their figures dodged quickly and no one could catch their figures.

All you can see is the light of the sword, and the sound of the collision of sharp blades.