After giving the order, X9500 stared at Su Qiangwei: "Little guy, if I were you, I wouldn't move!"

"Stand by the side and look at it!"

After the golden card was broken, the gray-clothed swordsman appeared, seemed to have no independent will, and immediately took action after receiving the instructions.

His feet exerted force, his body flashed, and in one breath, he came to Zhu Hanyi and Wan Haihao, and the long sword in his hand danced like a silver snake jumping around.

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

The sword light is made!

Every time the sword is cut out, there will be flesh and blood flying everywhere.

This gray-clothed swordsman perfectly understood the X9500's instructions and implemented them without any discount!

Wan Haihao is now in a semi-disabled state and has no way to resist.

And Zhu Hanyi...

He held the eight-sided Han sword tightly in his hand, opened his eyes wide and tried to fight back.

Sadly...

Zhu Hanyi soon discovered that his sword could not touch the strange long sword of the gray-clothed sword saint!

The two of them were fighting each other.

However, every sword he stabbed out fell into the air without any results.

But every time the gray-clothed swordsman makes a move, he will definitely return with blood!

Although he practiced the Seven-Rotation Sword Art, although he only had the third level of internal energy, his physical fitness and reaction speed were not too big a gap.

The real gap is in sword skills!

Zhu Hanyi was exposed to every move in front of the gray-clothed Sword Saint, and a sense of powerlessness grabbed him hard, making him almost unable to breathe.

Pieces of skin and flesh separated from Zhu Hanyi and Wan Haihao.

The rich smell of blood gradually spread out, making people feel churned in their stomachs.

Zhu Hanyi has learned his lesson.

Instead of making any moves at will, he held the Zhuyu Sword tightly, endured Ling Chi's pain, stared at the movements of the gray-clothed sword saint, trying to find the other party's flaws.

Sadly...

After being cut by more than twenty swords, Zhu Hanyi still did not find any flaws in the other party!

At least, with his current level, he could not find the flaws when the Gray-clothed Sword Saint made his move.

Every time the other party makes a move, it feels like a normal person is breathing and walking, as if it is the body's instinct and muscle memory, which is extremely natural.

Even the Gray-clothed Sword Saint took turns to shoot out the sword between Zhu Hanyi and Wan Haihao, and did not regard him as an opponent at all.

This cannot be called a battle!

It should be considered humiliation!

Zhu Hanyi held the hands of the Zhu Yujian tightly, and the flesh and blood were peeled off by sword lights, gradually revealing white bones.

The severe pain almost made him let go of his hand holding the sword.

He almost slashed his steel teeth.

The Rain Sword is the spiritual sword where Zhu Hanyi's life meets. In his mind, it is not just a weapon, but also a partner carrying his dreams and ambitions.

"Can't let go!"

"absolute!"

"Can't let go!"

The stubborn Zhu Hanyi had bloodshots in his eyes.

He gasped, held the eight-sided Han sword tightly, and pressed it against Wan Haihao, trying to block a few more swords.

pity……

His efforts and attempts are meaningless!

"Is this the so-called Seven-Rotation Swordsmanship?"

X9500, who was in the state of watching the show, suddenly sneered: "I thought it was the same advanced mystical power as the Shengyushishi superpower system, but I didn't expect it to be just this level."

After chuckling twice, he turned his head and looked at Su Qiangwei, who was trying to adjust her breath and restore her physical fitness not far away: "From your personality model, you shouldn't be the current reaction at this time."

"so……"

"What are you waiting for?"

Su Qiangwei didn't say anything, but just put some energy into observing the tall gray-clothed swordsman.

Just from the outside, the other party has an ordinary appearance, but is closer to humans on Earth than Lin Qiubai.

This person's hair is purple-black, pale skin and pure black eyes. If you don't observe and distinguish carefully, you may have to regard him as an Asian who rarely basks in the sun.

Seeing that Su Qiangwei did not answer, X9500 was not discouraged and continued to say trash words: "Although the earth's civilization is low-level, I like some things very much."

Speaking of this, he shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Catch the golden crystal to consolidate the life foundation, and the sun soul is east and the moon is west. He refines the medicine of immortality in the middle, and he still has the same heaven and earth as he takes it."

In the eyes of X9500, Su Qiangwei, Ma Ran, and Matt Grey are the golden crystals that he refined the "Eternal Life Medicine" and consolidated the "life foundation". But it is not mature enough now.

It doesn't matter whether the other party can understand the profound meaning of his hidden words.

X9500 just thinks it's talking to himself.

After absorbing too many thought essences of ordinary and low-level civilized indigenous peoples, he often experiences this kind of emotional suppression of rationality.

This is just a minor problem that is harmless.

Compared with the increased lifespan, this shortcoming is not **9500 at all.

"Su Qiangwei, if you don't take action, your two comrades will die of blood...I said..."

X9500 closed his mouth halfway through his words.

It wasn't because someone attacked him.

But because...

He clearly felt a terrifying aura that filled the world in an instant, making him feel a little difficult to breathe.

The gray-clothed Sword Saint also stopped the movements of Lingchi Zhu Hanyi and Wan Haihao.

Not because he wanted to stop, but because...

His sword was clamped with two fingers.

It was a young man with purple hair and bloody eyes, and extraordinary handsome costume.

“…”

X9500 opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to express his current emotions.

This is unscientific!

Of course he knew that this person was Lin Qiubai, the cyclone sword head from Cangming Star!

But the problem is...

Isn’t Lin Qiubai not physically?

Isn’t he the only remaining soul?

Why can a guy like this who doesn’t even have a body hold the sword saint’s weapon?!

"Scrap is waste."

Lin Qiubai clamped the long sword with his index finger and middle finger, and looked at Wan Haihao with a calm expression: "My expectations for you are still too high."

As he spoke, he slowly let go of his hand.

The gray-clothed sword saint flashed, suddenly widened the distance, and appeared thirty meters away, frowned, as if facing a great enemy.

X9500 stood between the Sword Saint and Lin Qiubai, and was a little doubtful about life.

The Sword Saint has been made into a card by him for fifty years!

Never encountered this situation!

Lin Qiubai didn't care about X9500.

His gaze flew past Wan Haihao and Zhu Hanyi, and a word popped out from his thin lips.

“Health.”

Many small wounds on Wan Haihao and Zhu Hanyi's bodies closed in an instant.

Although the two did not immediately recover all their movements, they no longer bleed. The overdrawn physical energy was replenished by an invisible force.
To be continued...