I'm so cheap, you don't want to hit me, do you?

Seeing that Wang Xuan was so powerful and merciless, the coir raincoat felt a little angry in his heart.

The strength of the fourteenth rank was not blown out either, only his arms vibrated, forming a mask in front of him, and the falling sword hit it, making a tinkling sound, but it was unable to break through his body.

Seeing this situation, Wang Xuan's eyes lit up.

He was really afraid that the coir raincoat would run away regardless of what he did just now, and it was really difficult to catch up with him.

The other party actually chose to force it, which was exactly what Wang Xuan wanted.

Wang Xuan upgraded Wanjian Jue to the highest level in an instant, and at this moment, more than 40 precious swords formed a sword net and chopped down clangingly.

There was a buzzing sound on each sword body.

What the coir raincoat was thinking in his heart was that it was impossible for Wang Xuan to run for such a long time without losing his true energy.

And controlling the Wanjian Jue is a very energy-consuming thing, far more powerful than running.

Then as long as he blocked a few rounds of attacks from Wang Xuan, his true energy would be exhausted, and then maybe he would be able to take the opportunity to kill Wang Xuan and snatch the fishing rod back.

Wang Xuan stood there, commanding more than 40 precious swords, forming a long rainbow of sword energy, and bombarding the mask formed by the coir raincoat.

There are more than 40 precious swords, each of which is equivalent to a full-strength shot of a twelfth-rank master.

Where the sword light passed, there was a roar like a fighter jet, and a strong wind was blown up, crisscrossing and crisscrossing, which was spectacular.

Seeing that Wang Xuan had already attacked five or six waves, the more than 40 flying swords were getting stronger and stronger, and there was no sign of weakening at all.

The coir raincoat was shocked in his heart.

How on earth did this scumbag do it?

With so many swords, even a fourteenth-rank master like myself can't last long.

But why does he seem to be more and more lively.

Hearing Qingluan's report before, he suffered a lot at the hands of Wang Xuan, but he didn't care about it at the time.

After all, even if Wang Li came, he could only be regarded as a junior, so he didn't need to be taken seriously.

But now I realize that I made a mistake.

There were still some Confucian people who were worried about Wang Xuan, but at the moment when they saw Wang Xuan pressing down on the coir raincoat, they breathed a sigh of relief, and their eyes showed shock.

That's the coir raincoat man. I didn't see Zhang Liang and Yan Lu working together to suppress him.

Could it be that this Wang Xuan alone is comparable to Zhang Liang and Yan Lu working together.

Zhang Liang and Yan Lu's eyes were also full of splendor.

"He is clearly only at the twelfth rank, but his true energy seems to be endless. If the coir raincoat had escaped from the beginning, Wang Xuan would definitely not be able to deal with him. But now that he has reached a stalemate, I'm afraid the coir raincoat will stumble today."

Yan Lu originally had a flat temperament, but now his tone was a bit gloating.

Zhang Liang nodded, remembering Tian Jizi's comment on Wang Xuan.

"The appearance of Wang Xuan has changed the fate of Daqin, this son is really extraordinary."

On the other side, Xue Yihou's pale cheeks were also a little different.

"It seems that I have underestimated this Emperor Profound."

The blood-robed Hou said coldly.

"You should take my first move."

The sword in Fu Nian's hand slashed out, attacking Bai Yifei.

Now Wang Xuan has temporarily suppressed the coir raincoat, he did this because he was afraid that Bai Yifei would rush over to help.

On the other side, Qingluan looked at Wang Xuan who was having a lot of fun directing Feijian with a complicated expression.

She had witnessed the growth of Emperor Xuan with her own eyes. In less than a year, she had already changed from that lowly boy to a lowly master.

Did not think of ah.

"Chief Qingluan, no wonder you talk about this Emperor Xuan every day, he is really strong."

One of Qingluan's suitors said, feeling a little worried at the same time.

"Chief Qingluan, do you think you will fall in love with him? Although his character is a bit out of character, he is indeed very strong."

Hearing the other party's words, Qingluan's face changed slightly, and he shook his head in denial: "Impossible."

Recalling what Wang Xuan had done to him, Qingluan immediately gritted his teeth.

Wang Xuan commanded more than 40 flying swords, the swords were shining brightly, they kept falling like machine guns, and kept yelling.

Originally, the coir raincoat guest gritted his teeth to exhaust Wang Xuan's true qi, but as time went by, the coir raincoat guest felt that the real qi in his body was continuously decreasing.

I'm afraid that after a while, my true energy will be exhausted.

"Break it for me."

At this moment, the coir raincoat yelled, and even directly removed the protective mask, and punched Wang Xuan's position.

With this blow, he gathered all the zhenqi in his body, and when he punched out, there was a roar in the air.

He knew that he couldn't consume it anymore, and if he continued to consume it, he would really die.

Only by relying on the superiority of realm, can completely defeat Emperor Xuan.

It's just that he judged Emperor Xuan with his own thinking, and he didn't expect that when he roared out with fist force, the rain of swords that filled the sky would fly back into the box in an instant.

And Wang Xuan disappeared in place with a whoosh, and his terrifying punch left a deep hole on the ground, but he didn't even touch a corner of Wang Xuan's clothes.

In fact, he used his own thinking to measure Wang Xuan, thinking that Wang Xuan had been fighting him to the death before, wasted with him, and would definitely receive his punch to determine the superiority. How could he have thought that Wang Xuan would dodge without hesitation? , so that his punch fell into the air.

Nima!Wasn't it always tough before?Why did you have an idea at this time?

The coir raincoat was in a bad mood.

"Anger +999."

Chapter 509 I've Fell For Someone's Sword

At this time, the coir raincoat felt a strong sense of weakness in his body.

True energy is really about to be exhausted, if it cannot be replenished in time, then one's fighting power will become weaker and weaker.

Although with a body of fourteenth rank, even if one's true qi was really weakened to the extreme, one might not be afraid of a twelveth rank like Wang Xuan.

But the key is that there is Yan Lu next to him, and Zhang Liang and Zhang Liang stare at each other.

The most damning thing is that until now, he still hasn't figured out what rank Wang Xuan is.

It is impossible for the twelfth rank to have such combat power, okay?

And just after Wang Xuan dodged the blow from the coir raincoat, he immediately charged forward again commanding the sword.

He is pursuing a strategy now, if you compete with me, I will spend it with you, if you plan to fight me desperately, I will avoid it.

When the enemy advances, we retreat, when the enemy retreats, we advance, when the enemy runs, we chase, when the enemy chases, we run, this is Wang Xuan's purpose.

And when Wang Xuan attacked the coir raincoat again, the coir raincoat stood there without moving.

Three black iron claws unexpectedly appeared on his hands, and a biting cold light shone on the hooks.

When more than 40 flying swords flew towards them, they suddenly turned into afterimages, passed through the gaps of the swords, and rushed towards Emperor Xuan.

This is the hole card of the coir raincoat.

The iron claws are extremely sharp and are mainly used for close combat.

He had never had a chance to get close to Emperor Xuan before, and now he had no choice but to use this secret weapon.

He only needs to get close to Wang Xuan's body, and the iron claws are enough to cut open Wang Xuan's body.

And if Wang Xuan didn't want to die, he had to withdraw the flying sword and turn it into a defense, so he could take the opportunity to escape.

So no matter how you look at it, he can achieve his goal.

The sharp iron claws gave off three cold lights, and none of the more than 40 swords could hurt the coir raincoat's body.

Worthy of being one of the leaders of the night curtain, his qinggong attainments are definitely among the top in the world.

Seeing that the coir raincoat had already rushed to Wang Xuan's side, a cruel smile appeared in his eyes.

Next he was going to cut open Wang Xuan's abdomen.

However, at the next moment, there was a click, and Wang Xuan waved his hand, and countless hidden weapons greeted the coir raincoat guest.

A huge umbrella rotated to block the iron claw.

The coir raincoat's face changed wildly, never expecting that Wang Xuan would have such a move.

He hastily withdrew his hand and used iron claws to block the hidden weapon.

Unexpectedly, at the next moment, they found that Iron Claw was firmly grasped by Wang Xuan's two hands, and they refused to let go.

"Anger +999."

Countless hidden weapons hit the coir raincoat like raindrops, less than three inches away from his body.

In particular, many hidden weapons are black on top, obviously soaked in poison.

If he was hit by these hidden weapons, he might be able to suppress him with his internal strength, but for the coir raincoat who was already exhausted, it would be like adding insult to injury.

In desperation, the coir raincoat had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​retaking Iron Claw.

With a slight squirm of the arm, the iron claw separated from the arm.

anger.

The coir raincoat did not expect that he would be reduced to such a state.

Both the fishing rod and the iron claw were snatched away by one person.

He waved his sleeves and finally blocked all the hidden weapons.

At the same time, he turned his anger into strength, once again gathered his true energy in his fists, and punched Wang Xuan.

He has been a little dazzled, and has some desperate thoughts.

You must know that he is the fourteenth rank.

It's unbelievable to think about desperately fighting with a twelfth-rank person.