Sword Saints Should Go Tank

"You have a wooden stick in your hand, why don't you say you are a charmer?"

"According to what His Highness said, I can indeed be a charmer."

"Everyone, have you seen the sword in my hand? You can also call me a swordsman in the future."

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The sound of cheers sounded again and again, making Huang Xing's face a little dark. Although he has grown stronger and has more means, and the addition is mainly based on physical fitness, Huang Xing has always thought that he is a swordsman.

But when Huang Xing was helpless, Ling Yan, who was opposite him, became completely indifferent.

"Manzi, you can't call yourself a swordsman with a sword. Let me tell you what is real swordsmanship."

When she said this, she actually rushed towards Huang Xing head-on. Of course, Huang Xing would not be polite about it. He stretched out his hand and was ready to grab her.

"What is a real swordsman, hehe, I should be the one to tell you!"

As a swordsman's self-esteem, Huang Xing, who was ridiculed, became angry.

However, after stretching out his hand, something that surprised Huang Xing happened. When he was caught by Wanxiang Tianyin, the girl burst into pieces.

Of course, instead of exploding into pieces of flesh and blood, it turned into a cloud of white mist.

As soon as the mist appeared, it spread rapidly, and in a short time, the entire arena was shrouded in mist.

At this time, Ling Yan's cold voice also sounded.

"Your ability is indeed good, but don't think that you can restrain my Lingyun Sword Sect with just one ability. We are far stronger than you think."

When the sound sounded, Huang Xing could feel that the sound came from all directions, which made Huang Xing unable to locate it at all.

At the same time, what made Huang Xing uncomfortable was that the fog had the ability to cover his senses. Huang Xing's vision and hearing were greatly hindered in the fog.

Even, even his intuition, Huang Xing felt that it was covered with a layer of dust, a little unclear.

Under such circumstances, Huang Xing frowned and grabbed a few times in several directions. When Huang Xing stretched out his hand, there was still a figure there, but when Wanxiang Tianyin opened, the figure exploded into mist.

And as time passed, not only was the fog on the ring thicker and thicker, but there were also more and more white shadows in the fog, and those figures were even blurry. Such a scene really shocked Huang Xing.

"Fuck, the Wuyin Silent Killing Technique that Taodi will not be cut, no, it is stronger than that. The Taodi in the fog is still a human body, and that guy's body has directly turned into mist. Bloodline or skills?"

While Huang Xing was thinking, there was a voice in the fog.

"I am invisible in the fog, but you can't grasp the invisible, this time, you failed."

"Eight places."

"Huh? There are more than eight locations for me. I am everywhere in the fog."

"Throat, lungs, lungs, liver, carotid artery, subclavian artery, kidney, heart, so, which one should be chosen?"

As soon as these words came out, there was a moment of silence in the fog, and finally, a cold female voice echoed around.

"That's what I should have said."

"It's indeed what you should say. I think you in the fog say such words with a cold voice, which can cause great psychological pressure."

Such words silenced the fog again. Obviously, that girl didn't expect that Huang Xing would teach her.

After a long silence, a slightly helpless voice sounded.

"What is this? Showing affection, but you have defeated so many of my brothers and sisters, I will not let you go, but please rest assured, I will not attack those vital points."

"No, you attack at will."

Having said that, with a wave of Huang Xing's long sword, a wave of shocking sword energy was set off by Huang Xing, and shot straight into the distance.

The sword energy was so sharp that it not only cut through the thick fog, but also cracked the ground.

However, the scars on the earth are still there, but the mist has returned to its original state in the blink of an eye.

It can only be said that if Ling Yan is willing to come up, she is naturally somewhat sure, and her ability does restrain Huang Xing somewhat.

And when Huang Xing started to attack, a figure suddenly appeared from his side, and a misty sword energy directly hit Huang Xing's cheek.

However, although Huang Xing's intuition was weakened by the fog, he still felt such a crisis. Therefore, at the moment when the fog-colored sword energy struck, Huang Xing sensed it.

However, after knowing it, Huang Xing didn't dodge, but threw out a punch. He wanted to take a hard blow and defeat the enemy.

It's a pity that although Huang Xing thought well, things were not as good as Huang Chen's imagination.

The mist was basically a clone, and Huang Xing's punch directly caused the mist clone to collapse, but the fog-like sword energy made a cut in Huang Xing's face.

This was the first time that Huang Xing was injured since the ring battle. A drop of blood appeared on Huang Xing's face. Of course, in the blink of an eye, the wound closed.

He touched his cheek casually, and looked at the blood color on his hand, which was stained red by blood drops. Huang Xing was silent for a long time before he made a sound.

"It's nice of you to hurt me."

He said it well, but Huang Xing's voice was very cold, anyone could feel Huang Xing's anger.

Because of the injury, Huang Xing was angry, while Ling Yan was terrified.

It never occurred to her that she shot the barbarian in the face with a sword, and it only cut the barbarian's skin.

"Damn it, I can't go on like this. Although he can't attack me, I can't hurt him. If this goes on like this, I will definitely fail first."

Ling Yan's body of mist is very powerful, and the source of this ability is much more complicated than Huang Xing thought. Her body of mist is not innate, nor is it cultivated by kung fu. As the daughter of the suzerain of the Lingyun Sword Sect, she I was fortunate to attend the birthday ceremony of a "God" figure with my father.

Because she was still young and cute at that time, she was clicked by the god-level figure, and thus she had the body of Wuyin.

This ability can be regarded as a blessing from the gods, and it barely touches the edge of the gods, but this ability is powerful, but Ling Yan is a little weak.

Her strength is simply not able to maintain the body of the hidden fog for too long, but at night, under the sun's rays, even if Huang Xing doesn't do anything, she can only hold on for three minutes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to attack the vitals at first, but now it seems that I can't. Surrender, your strength is too strong, I can't keep my hand, and you may die with the next blow."

This woman hadn't experienced many battles at all, and before making a move, she even reminded Huang Xing.

If it was a normal battle, Huang Xing should guard himself tightly at this time, preventing Ling Yan from attacking his vitals, and then wait for the moment when Ling Yan's internal energy is exhausted to fight back.

This kind of battle depends on whether Huang Xing's defense is breached first, or Ling Yan's internal energy is exhausted.

Unfortunately, Huang Xing was getting impatient.

"Woman, try your best to carry out your attack, and I will show my strength."

Having said that, Huang Xing didn't move, but a purple figure appeared behind him.

Stand-in Platinum Star.

After the figure appeared, it didn't attack around or defend itself, but suddenly sucked in air.