September 3, 2024

 Chapter 2342 (September 3, 2024)

 

"Is this the sword control technique? It's really well-deserved!"

"One sword repelled Han Feiyang and reversed the upper hand. It's really amazing!"

"The sword just now was so fast. I could only see a flash of white light. It's so scary!"

"..."

Wang Hao's sword control technique shocked the whole audience instantly.

Although they had heard of it before, today was the first time they saw it with their own eyes.

That kind of domineering and sharpness, that kind of unstoppable momentum, hit the depths of the soul.

As the saying goes, one sword is out, thousands of bones are withered.

In front of such magic, ordinary people can't resist it at all, and they will die in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, Han Feiyang is strong, otherwise the flying sword just now would be enough to kill him and determine the outcome.

"Hu..."

Han Feiyang exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his eyes became serious: "I have to admit that your sword control technique is indeed a powerful magical power, but this level alone is not enough to defeat me."

Wang Hao's sword control technique is extremely fast and the offensive is also extremely sharp, but it lacks a little chance of winning.

Simply put, it is the ability to end the game.

When dealing with ordinary martial arts masters, he can naturally crush them, but if he encounters a master of his level, then the strength is not enough.

"Hmph! You are so arrogant. I will let you know how terrible the sword-controlling technique is in a moment!"

Wang Hao didn't waste any words.

He raised his sword finger and pointed it at Han Feiyang in the air: "Sword out!"

"Swoosh~!"

The giant sword turned into a white light again and shot up.

This time, the white light was faster and more powerful, like a meteor falling to the ground, with a breath of destruction.

"Then I will show my real skills too!"

Han Feiyang's body shook, and a blue light gushed out from his body.

In an instant, a ten-meter-tall phantom of a god was formed on his body surface.

The blue god was extremely huge, and it was majestic without anger.

The blue light was lingering around it, which was extremely oppressive.

Just looking at it makes people feel cold and awed.

This is the signature of the Celestial Alliance, the Four Symbols of the Gods!

"Hold it!"

Seeing the white light coming towards him, Han Feiyang's palms glowed with blue light and he slapped forward fiercely.

At the same time, the huge phantom of the god on the surface of his body immediately made the same action.

"Bang!"

Han Feiyang's palms slapped the white light accurately, holding down Wang Hao's flying sword.

"Buzz~!"

The flying sword began to exert force continuously, vibrating constantly, trying to break free.

"Want to run? Not that easy!"

Han Feiyang raised the corner of his mouth, and the power of his palms surged again.

At this moment, he was like a god possessed, not afraid of the sword energy of the flying sword.

No matter how the flying sword struggled or trembled, it could not escape.

"What a great Heavenly God Four Symbols Art! It really opened my eyes!"

"The Four Symbols of the Gods is the signature of the Celestial Alliance. It is known as the supreme magical power, both offensive and defensive, without any weaknesses. It is just right for dealing with the sword-controlling technique of the Mysterious Sword Sect."

"The flying sword is controlled and there is no weapon. Even if Wang Hao has the ability to reach the sky, he can't use the sword-controlling technique."

"..."

Looking at Han Feiyang who went into the white blade with bare hands, the audience couldn't help but sigh in amazement.

It is said that the sword-controlling technique is extremely lethal and unstoppable.

Han Feiyang can catch the flying sword with both hands, which shows his extraordinariness.

Of course, this is more due to the mystery of the Four Symbols of the Gods, otherwise it would be impossible to achieve such a degree.

"Humph! You are quite capable! But if you think you can control my flying sword, it's ridiculous!"

Wang Hao was not panicked at all.

He quickly formed seals with both hands, and then pointed his sword fingers to the left and right.

"Buzz~!"

The flying sword in front of him vibrated rapidly again.

In an instant, the sword energy around him surged.

Han Feiyang frowned, and felt that the power of the flying sword in his hand doubled, like a mad bull.

Just as Han Feiyang was about to increase his power again, the huge flying sword suddenly split into three!

The three flying swords suddenly flew out of his hand and returned to Wang Hao's side, floating in the air.

The three flying swords, one large and two small, were full of light and sharp sword energy.

"Mother and child flying swords?"

Han Feiyang was quite surprised.

He thought Wang Hao only had one flying sword, but he didn't expect that there were three flying swords, which made the threat even greater.

As expected of the chief of the Mysterious Sword Sect, he was indeed extraordinary.

"You are really powerful for forcing me to show my trump card, but that's it."

Wang Hao said coldly: "Next, I will not hold back. Whether you live or die, you will leave it to fate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his sword pointed forward a little.

"Swish!"

The largest flying sword shot out first and turned into a white light.

Immediately afterwards, the other two slightly smaller flying swords, one on the left and one on the right, shot at Han Feiyang from two directions.

The most bizarre thing was that the two flying swords on the left and right did not shoot in a straight line, but in an arc like a half-moon.

In this way, the attack angle became particularly tricky and hard to defend.

Even if Han Feiyang blocked the flying sword in front, the two flying swords on the left and right were enough to kill him.

Seeing this scene, Han Feiyang looked solemn, no longer hiding his secrets, and directly used his ultimate move.

"The wrath of the wind god!"

Han Feiyang shouted in a low voice, and all the energy gushed out.

In an instant, the phantom of the god became taller and more solid, and the whole body was even more windy, like the howling of ghosts and wolves.

The next second, Han Feiyang slapped his palms fiercely.

The phantom of the god behind him immediately made the same move.

The wind blades all over the sky, like a violent storm, kept pouring out, madly bombarding the three flying swords.