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Chapter 327

The sword flowers are like wintersweet in winter, and the rain lotus in summer, and even more like the cereal that blooms only at night, disappearing in the air in just a flash.

Ding Ling had retreated several meters with Feng Wanxue and others, making a big circle for the two people who were fighting.

This is not because they have to pay attention to the chivalrous spirit when facing an ancient race like vampires, but because Ding Ling and Feng Wanxue think that if Xiao Wuhen can't even beat a vampire of this level, then he might as well not hang out with him... In addition, everyone also wants to see how powerful Xiao Wuhen, who is most likely the last successor of swordsmanship in the Central Plains practice world, is.

Although Xiao Wuhen looks stupid, he is not stupid, especially when facing such vampires, he cannot be careless at all, so he drew out his long sword and activated his sword move as soon as he got up.

Xiao Wuhen’s spiritual sword is at the Holy Spirit level, Ding Ling has already known it. The Holy Spirit-level spiritual sword is a top-level spiritual sword in terms of strength, speed, and control. Ancient magic weapons like Ding Ling’s Fish Intestine are only fairy-level. Therefore, in terms of weapons, Ding Ling has absolute confidence in Xiao Wuhen.

The vampire on the opposite side was able to use his ten fingers to fight Xiao Wuhen's spiritual sword head-on, which inevitably surprised Ding Ling.

Not to mention head-on, this guy actually fought to the point!

I saw that the two of them were extremely fast in the field. Although Xiao Wuhen used sword moves, his steps were also exquisite. Ding Ling looked at it for a while and felt that even if his steps were not as good as the Yanluo Bend of the Bai family, they were definitely not far away.

"The practice of the blood clan is mostly one's own body, and their recovery ability is extremely strong, especially those three and four generations of blood clans with long blood clans. Unless they are sanctioned by the Holy Light of the Holy Church, it is difficult to truly kill them. This blood clan seems to be the fifth generation of blood clans, and their strength is almost as fast as the mid-level level..." While looking at the battle situation, Feng Wanxue introduced in a low voice.

Ding Ling's knowledge of the blood clan is limited to movies. He asked: "Where is the second generation of blood clan? Who else has ever heard of the vampire prince...Is the prince the most awesome?"

Feng Wanxue said: "The second generation of blood clan... I don't know if there is any. If there is one, its strength will definitely be above the heavenly level. This kind of blood clan cannot appear. Once it appears, the angels of the Western Holy See will definitely flock to the west."

Ding Ling said in surprise: "Is there really an angel?"

Feng Wanxue nodded: "Well... I'm talking about the reincarnation of angels, but who knows? Anyway, they won't just come and provoke us. As for the prince, what does the prince say... Only a country has a prince, and its strength should be as powerful as the Earth level. Anyway, the strength of the blood clan is difficult to divide from the title. They do not have a unified realm system, and the only thing proportional to their strength is bloodline."

The two of them were talking quietly, while the battle continued.

Xiao Wuhen and Bruce didn't use all their strength as soon as they got up. After all, Ding Ling and the others gave a chance to fight one-on-one... and it was the first time both sides fought with each other's profession, so at the beginning, there were much more tentative attacks.

When both sides felt that their strength was close, the battle began to become fierce.

The spirit sword in Xiao Wuhen's hand was shaking like a flower, Duoduo was three inches away from Bruce's chest, and Bruce kept trying to lock Xiao Wuhen's spirit sword with his claws. As long as he locked it, the next thing was he mercilessly whispered.

Only the sound of the golden spear rose, and the two of them kept changing their moves and positions from the ground, fighting from the ground to the sky, and from the sky to the ground.

Ding Ling was very interested in seeing it. After all, it was the first time he had seen the fighting style of the blood clan. He liked this pure hand-to-hand combat method very much...

Feng Wanxue also looked at her eyes intently. She even knew that the reason why Xiao Wuhen, a guy with thick and thin, delayed time for so long was entirely because he wanted to let others understand the fighting style of the blood clan. Otherwise, according to the ruthlessness of that guy, it would be impossible to use only sword moves instead of spiritual fissures and instant stubbornness.

Ding Ling and Feng Wanxue were so excited that it didn't mean that others could watch it. Mingyue and A Youduo were not really fighting power, so they were drowsy. Especially Mingyue, her brows became more and more frowning. In the end, she couldn't help but scold: "Xiao Wuhen, are you not full of food? Why are you going to be dragged on..."

Hearing Mingyue's voice, Xiao Wuhen's face turned red, and he grinned at Bruce with a little embarrassed.

Then everyone saw that after he forced Bruce away with one sword, he soared into the air. Then he pinched his left hand firmly and held the long sword in his right hand straight forward.

A sword light soared into the sky! The light was so strong that it was like a thunderbolt that immediately shone on everyone's eyes.

The next second, Jian Guang rushed towards his hands protecting his chest with his hands, shocked and surprised.

"Damn! The flying immortal from the sky?"

Looking at this classic look, Ding Ling widened his eyes and looked incredible.

Mingyue, who was sleeping behind him, suddenly opened her eyes.

Bruce felt the powerful sword intent at this moment, and his heart skipped a beat, knowing that he had encountered a tough guy this time, and this sword intent had even locked him tightly, making him unable to dodge, either retreating... or resisting!

Resist? Can you stand it! How can you retreat? How can you retreat like this lightning sword?

So between the flash of lightning, Bruce suddenly spitted out a mouthful of blood, his man quickly shrank, and then turned into a bat form and soared into the sky.

The sharp sword energy brushed past his feet. Bruce was extremely frightened and angry. He lowered his head and quickly crawled Xiao Wuhen in a rippling shape.

Although Xiao Wuhen could not hear the ultrasound, his spiritual sense could feel the sharp fluctuations. Perhaps it was because he had no move to kill this guy just now, so he groaned, raised the spiritual sword to protect his chest, and then pinched the sword technique with his left hand again.

There was a rumbling sound, with Xiao Wuhen as the center, and around him, it exploded at the same time in an radius of about ten meters. In an instant, sand and stones flew everywhere.

Xiao Wuhen's spiritual sword also made a sound of Ding Ding, and several more puffs.

"Damn it! Don't run away if you have the habit!" Xiao Wuhen cursed. He finally put down his reserve and quickly pinched his instant step with his left hand, and then his body appeared in the air.

He nipped his sword, and the sword intent locked the bat that was trying to fly high. Then, he pinched the sword technique with his left hand, and a golden spiritual power instantly penetrated into the body of the spirit sword.

In an instant, thirteen sword lights soared into the sky, surrounding the bat's entire body.

Squeak!
Chapter completed!
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