"There's blood!"

"Seal the throat with one sword!"

The audience immediately became excited.

Xu Xiaoshou's sword was too strong, and the cultivation levels of the players present were too weak, so there was no way to see the secret behind it.

What they could vaguely guess was that Xu Shao seemed to have used extreme speed, coupled with unknown amplification methods, to make the holy body defense become like paper under the seventh-grade spiritual sword.

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But this level of enlightenment is actually a bit too low.

Can you break through the Holy Body's defense just by relying on speed and attack?

Most people subjectively still can't believe it.

But the so-called ignorance is probably nothing more than this. In this world, the most gorgeous moves and the most powerful attacks do not complement each other.

Sometimes, when certain ordinary and ordinary moves are practiced to the extreme, they can also be fatal.

For Xu Xiaoshou, the reason he completely transcends the attention of everyone in the field is his master-level "agility".

In addition, during the running process, the "disappearance technique" was mixed in from time to time as a means of confusing the audience.

Under this combination of virtuality and reality, the more those who want to analyze the changes in his moves, the easier it will be for them to get into trouble.

"Young man, have you figured out my sword?" Xu Xiaoshou in the field succeeded in this move, which was very exciting.

He just stared at Luo Yin who was not far away with his sword, and watched as the opponent tightly covered his throat with blood gushing out. Not only did he not take action, he also politely let Luo Yin continue to think in the chaos.

"Well……"

Luo Yin couldn't speak any words at all.

This Xu Shao's sword was too weird, especially the weird power that remained on his neck after its finishing move.

It's like the aura of a sword, and it's like the intention of a sword. It lingers but cannot be taken away.

A sword can seal a throat, but the self-healing ability of the holy body can generally make the wound recover quickly.

But with this power remaining, let alone being cured, even if Luo Yin used all kinds of methods, there was nothing he could do about the remaining power on the wound.

Xu Xiaoshou squinted his eyes and smiled maliciously.

He clearly knew that it was Jian Nian!

This is the Eighth Sword Immortal’s cross-era insights!

It is the concentrated crystallization of the mastery of swordsmanship!

This kind of power, let alone a small Luo Yin who has never seen the world, can be replaced by someone with a higher level of cultivation. As long as he is not an ancient sword cultivator, he has not been exposed to this knowledge.

You may not be able to understand this power until you die.

Because, in their knowledge reserve, there is probably no concept of "sword mind" at all.

"Since you can't think of it, let's feel it more!"

Xu Xiaoshou sighed, lowered his head, and a few strands of hair tucked behind his ears fell away.

He tied his hair back together again, and then, the void spirit energy stirred, and when the wind blew, his figure vanished into thin air as before.

"Again?"

Some of the spectators started to tremble.

Judging from what Xu Shao did, was he planning to make Luo Yin die in confusion without using the second move after he succeeded in one move?

"This is... too disgusting!"

The so-called verbal dissatisfaction with physical integrity may be nothing more than this.

While the audience despised Mr. Xu's methods, they couldn't help but look forward to how this semi-saint successor would kill Luo Yin.

as expected……

"Appeared!"

In the blink of an eye, someone immediately pointed to the other side of the ring.

There, another figure of Mr. Xu suddenly appeared.

One step, two steps, three steps...

"The west wind withers the snow."

Some viewers even directly helped Xu Shao pronounce the name of this style.

What's more, this guy's little move of wiping his hair after sheathing his sword was copied exactly as it was.

"laugh--"

Unsurprisingly, Luo Yin, who was unable to move at all under the influence of pain, saw a diagonal circle of blood spurting out from his right shoulder to his lower left waist.

"Poof!" Luo Yin vomited blood, his feet could not support his body, and he almost fell to his knees.

"Do you understand?" Xu Xiaoshou turned around and asked.

Luo Yin looked ferocious, and his whole face was a little discolored.

This time, not only the pain in his neck, but also the residual power of the sword on his body invaded, and actually brought a trace of icy power to the air sea.

His body began to convulse, as if he had been frozen, and he began to turn purple.

"well!"

Xu Xiaoshou looked at Luo Yin's still misty eyes, and just sighed without saying much. He turned around, bowed his head, and his figure was broken again.

"Here he comes again! He comes again!"

"Mom, this is too humiliating. Why doesn't Luo Yin resist? I couldn't stand it anymore..."

"Yes, this is simply too much!"

"Coming, coming, one step, two steps, three steps... the west wind withers the snow..."

"Damn it, I'm convinced of this Daddy Xu, don't be too arrogant!"

"I have a premonition that after tonight, the style of West Wind Withering Snow will become famous throughout Dongtianwang City."

The players on the stage couldn't bear the pressure.

It was clear that Master Xu's sword was not pointing at them, but now everyone felt a strong sense of powerlessness.

How can this be broken?

As soon as Xu Shao drew his sword, he didn't even see the opponent's figure. It was clear that he was putting his life on the chopping block and letting the opponent harvest it to his heart's content!

At first, some people thought it would be better to defend their necks?

But this is obviously a cover-up, because Xu Shao didn't just cut his neck, but his whole body and any place exposed to the air could be cut.

And Luo Yin with the holy body all ended up like this. What kind of effective protection can ordinary innates like them do?

Even if you use all your strength, in Xu Shao's eyes, there will be no flaws in your whole body!

"Do you understand?"

Xu Xiaoshou sheathed his sword again.

This time, what he left for Luo Yin was a circular scar from his left shoulder to his lower right waist.

At this time, the double circles on the front and back cross each other, showing a typical symmetrical beauty.

"I……"

Luo Yin's entire face was purple.

He couldn't say a word, and could only try his best to resist the sword damage caused by this sword, as well as the inexplicable ice calamity power.

To be honest, Luo Yin didn't know whether this was truly a calamity force.

But his holy body is beyond the realm of heaven. If there wasn't a trace of the calamity power above the slashing path, how could he not even be able to withstand the cold?

"Haven't thought about it yet?"

Xu Xiaoshou had no intention of stopping.

Seeing that Luo Yin didn't want to give up, he decided that he still had some trump cards. He immediately raised his sword and disappeared in front of everyone again without any courtesy.

"My mother..."

Xiao Wanfeng crouched on the branch tremblingly, looking at the blood lines that were constantly cracking below, and listening to the gentle words "West Wind Withered Snow".

He felt that he couldn't look directly at the four words "West Wind Withered Snow".

Perhaps, after tonight, the nightmares of most players on the court will be replaced by these extremely simple four words, right?

"H-has he always been like this?"

Xiao Wanfeng asked the girl with double ponytails next to him in disbelief.

Mu Zixi shook his head: "Don't be afraid, what you see now should be human-level methods."
To be continued...