Chapter 249 [1v3, Battle against Deng Tai'a, Wang Xianzhi and Li Chungang]

[Sword Drawing 4560/5000 (Level )]

[Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin 3999/4000 (Level )]

[Sword Forging 2999/3000 (Level )]

Looking at the data in front of him, Li Chengqian had a smile on his face.

Even in that hot weather, it seemed inexplicably much cuter.

The chirping of cicadas outside the window is also particularly pleasant.

The aroma wafting from the kitchen hits the soul directly.

"My sword-drawing and sword-controlling skills are both about to break through. I guess I need to work harder!"

In fact, this process of hard work is very fulfilling.

Watching my experience points increase little by little, I feel a sense of accomplishment.

Satisfaction.

It's like the body and mind are filled.

When you are about to break through, you will feel a sense of anticipation.

I am looking forward to whether there will be new changes after the promotion.

In the yard, the boy kept drawing his sword.

The fallen leaves fluttered down, brushing past the sword, but fell intact.

The white fox-faced man stood in the corridor outside the courtyard, watching quietly, his gaze following the falling leaves until they landed on the ground.

Seeing that it was indeed intact, he couldn't help but frown.

Confused, he was about to speak when he saw the fallen leaf suddenly turn into powder.

The pupils suddenly shrank.

In order to quickly increase his sword-drawing experience, Li Chengqian found Li Chungang, Deng Tai'a and Wang Xianzhi.

One to three.

"Boy, are you crazy?" Li Chungang picked his nose.

East China Sea.

On the sea, three people surrounded Li Chengqian.

"You and I have the same last name, but I won't hold back."

Li Chungang pulled out the wooden horse and bull.

This sword was reforged by Li Chengqian.

More powerful than before.

Li Chungang suddenly found it very interesting to use the sword forged by Li Chengqian to deal with him.

Deng Tai'a, the Peach Blossom Sword God, holds a peach blossom branch in his arms and a small sword box in his hand.

Wang Xianzhi came empty-handed.

In the vast sea, on the top of a towering mountain, a protruding boulder proudly stands on the edge of the cliff, as if it was an arena specially prepared by nature for four peerless masters.

At this moment, martial artists from all directions gathered at the beach. They stared at the boulder with bated breath, their eyes filled with tension and anticipation.

At one end of the boulder stood a young man in white. He was tall and slender, with a calm face, and exuded a fierce aura.

Behind him, three hundred and sixty-five flying swords were suspended, shining like a bright starry sky.

These flying swords are arranged according to some mysterious rules, and there seems to be an invisible connection between them.

Opposite the young man stood three martial arts masters.

A man riding twelve flying swords and holding a peach branch in his arms.

An old man with flowing white hair who uses palm techniques.

And an old swordsman with a broken arm.

Although these three people are old, they are all top masters in the world.

With the sound of a low tsunami, the battle officially began. The first to attack was the old man holding the peach blossom branch. He gently waved the peach blossom branch in his hand, and dozens of pink petals fell off the branch. They flew in the air with a strange airflow and turned into twelve crystal clear flying swords, attacking the young man.

At the same time, he took sharp steps and rushed towards the young man like lightning.

The young man smiled slightly, and with a thought, the 365 flying swords behind him seemed to be summoned and immediately transformed into brilliant sword beams, surrounding his entire body.

At this moment, the twelve flying swords transformed from flower petals were approaching him.

The young man just shook his wrist lightly, and dozens of sword beams burst out like the dawn, instantly colliding with the twelve flying swords.

The two forces met in the air, and a deafening roar instantly erupted. Countless sword energies scattered, making the surrounding air hot.

At the same time, the white-haired old man also began to display his palm techniques.

I saw his palms flying and slapping towards the young man like a storm.

Each palm contains deep internal strength, enough to split mountains and crack rocks.

The young man was not in a hurry. He lightly tapped his feet and leaped up like a light butterfly, leaving a graceful arc in the air.

At the same time, he waved his right hand, and more than a dozen sword beams shot out from his sleeves and headed straight for the white-haired old man.

The moves of both sides met in mid-air, and suddenly there was a series of violent explosions. Countless fragments and air waves flew everywhere, covering the entire mountain top in smoke.

The old swordsman with a broken arm did not rush to take action, but stood aside and quietly observed the situation on the battlefield.

There was a gleam in his eyes, and he was obviously looking for the best moment to defeat the boy.

Finally, when the young man was forced into a state of panic by the other two masters, he seized a perfect opportunity. He made a strange hand seal with his left hand and silently chanted a spell.
Then a dazzling white light burst out from his broken arm, turning into a radiant lightsaber, and stabbed fiercely into the boy's back.

The young man felt a powerful crisis coming from behind him and reacted immediately. He drew a circle in the air with his left hand, and suddenly an invisible force formed a barrier behind him.

At the same time, he waved his right hand again, and dozens of sword beams gathered from all directions, forming an impenetrable sword net, blocking all the attacks of the old man with the broken arm.

The forces of both sides collided with each other, making a deafening sound, and the entire mountain top was shaking violently.

The battle became more and more intense, and the four peerless masters each displayed their unique skills.

The sword light and palm wind intertwined together, forming a gorgeous and dazzling picture.

Every confrontation would trigger violent energy fluctuations, plunging the entire mountain top into chaos.

The spectators around were stunned and amazed at the intensity of the battle.

As time went by, the boy gradually gained the upper hand.

He controlled 365 flying swords and formed a huge formation in the air, completely covering the three opponents.

The formation started to work, and countless sword beams poured down like a rainstorm, launching a fierce attack on the three opponents.

Faced with such an intensive attack, even three top masters could not completely resist it.

The old man with the broken arm was the first to be hit. Although he used his lightsaber to block most of the attacks, he was still scratched by several sword beams.

The old man holding the peach branch and the white-haired old man were not spared either. Their robes were cut in several places and their faces showed solemn expressions.

This was the first time that Li Chengqian really put all his effort into the battle.

Almost all of his unique skills were used up.

I really want to test my limits.

The fifth level sword drawing technique was used without holding back at all.

During the battle, both the sword-drawing technique and the sword-controlling technique achieved breakthroughs one after another.

[Sword Drawing 1/6000 (Level )]

[Ten Thousand Swords Return 2/5000 (Level )]

Both skills have been broken through.

"Damn it, how is this possible!" Li Chungang's face changed completely.

"How come his strength suddenly became so much stronger!"

In the end, the three were defeated.

Li Chengqian became truly the best in the world in snow.

(End of this chapter)