Chapter 778

The red sword Qi turns into a flame, which extends infinitely along the direction of the heavy sword splitting, just like a fire dragon roaring.

Strong sword Qi, rolled up gusts of wind, came face to face, raised the long hair of monsoon smoke.

Almost in this moment, everyone's heart mentioned the voice.

With a loud bang, it exploded in the whole imperial city. The fierce sword Qi raised the earth on the ground, mixed with the dust in the sky and rolled up the chaotic wave Qi.

Master LAN panted lightly and kept the posture of sword waving, and stared at the front covered by dust for a moment.

The captain's fist hand was full of hot sweat. His eyes were opened to the maximum and he looked at everything in front of him.

"Won?" A master of the Presbyterian suddenly opened his mouth.

Master Yue's eyes could not be removed from the battlefield at the moment. He had never been so nervous.

Everyone is waiting.

Waiting for the moment when the dust settles.

However, the dust falls with the wind. A thin figure squats in the dust. It looks very embarrassed in a blink of an eye.

The captain of the guard almost cheered when he saw the figure.

Win!

Master LAN won!

Master LAN slowly breathed a sigh of relief and just stood up straight.

Next, all he saw made his blood coagulate almost instantaneously.

At the moment when the dust settled, the undamaged monsoon smoke landed on one knee. In front of her, there stood the broken evil sword as thin as a cicada's wing. On the clear sword body, it reflected the sunlight, twinkled the cold awn, and reflected the slightly rising corner of the mouth of the monsoon smoke.

How can it be!!

Everyone's eyes widened unbelievably. The explosive sword in the state of swordsman was eaten head-on. Even the strong in the same state would be seriously injured if they didn't die.

The monsoon smoke slowly stood up. Although there was some dust on her clothes, there was no scar on her body. She raised her hand and looked at her one handed sword, which made her mouth smile.

"I'm not used to it."

That tone of understatement, like a boulder, hit everyone's chest.

In the daze of all the people, monsoon smoke directly put up a one handed sword, and another broken sword in his hand danced out a sword flower.

"It's better for you."

Then, the monsoon smoke will break the evil sword in front of the body, facing the shocked master LAN: "come again."

Master LAN opened his eyes slightly and looked at the monsoon smoke which was intact after eating his explosive sword. He could hardly believe what he saw.

In the Presbyterian courtyard, the strong hope just rising in their hearts returns to zero in an instant. They look at the monsoon smoke as if they are looking at a monster.

"Master Yue, what's the matter? What's the origin of the sword in monsoon smoke's hand? " The distraught chief of the bodyguard walked quickly to master Yue's side, his face uneasy.

Just now, for a moment, he thought, they finally won.

However, the monsoon smoke stood there as if nothing had happened before.

The shock on master Yue's face disappeared, his brow was slightly wrinkled, and his eyes were fixed on the broken evil sword in monsoon smoke's hand.

The sword is very strange. It is different from one handed sword and two handed sword. The body of the sword is thin and transparent. It doesn't look heavy at all. It looks extremely fragile. It feels more like a decoration than a weapon.