Chapter 642 Nascent Soul Stage Mount?
In an instant.

The swords swallowed up the solar energy contained in the light beams and took shape completely. The mark of the sun appeared on the swords. Wang Ping'an stopped throwing out one talisman after another. The strength of the swords played by Feng Yanrong was getting stronger and stronger. He wanted to destroy the swords that were chasing him, and he consumed more and more talismans.

although.

For him, drawing talismans was as easy as drinking water, but it still took some time. Besides killing enemies, the talismans he drew were also used to exchange for spirit stones, which became one of the nutrients to increase the area of ​​the world bead. They were not something he could waste casually.

Skill: Sword Control + Skill: Light and Shadow Sword Technique!

Wang Ping'an's mind moved, and he quickly drove the sun flying swords that had condensed around him, as if carrying the scorching breath of the sun, to collide with the swords that were shooting towards him, creating one dull explosion after another. The swords that Feng Yanrong played were easily destroyed by his sun flying swords.

"As expected of an astrologer, combined with the swordsman's skills, it is even more powerful than I imagined!"

Feng Yanrong watched as the sword weapons she played one after another were destroyed by the Sun Flying Sword controlled by Wang Ping'an. A hint of surprise appeared on her face, but there was no surprise in her eyes.

She has an astrologer friend, so naturally she understands the power of astrologers better than ordinary practitioners, especially since the astrology that Wang Ping'an practices is the highest level, the sun.

She had long anticipated that Wang Ping'an's skills as an astrologer combined with his skills as a swordsman would definitely surprise her.

How could she be the least bit surprised by what she saw before her?

Seeing this scene also aroused Feng Yanrong's endless fighting spirit, so that the "On the World's No. 1 Sword Song" she played was extraordinary. The swords she played wave after wave were much stronger than the last, and she was at a disadvantage compared to the Sun Flying Sword controlled by Wang Ping'an, although the swords she played were still at a disadvantage.

But it was not to the point where it was completely crushed by Wang Ping'an's Sun Flying Sword like it was at the beginning.

at this time.

She performed exceptionally well and played wave after wave of swords, ten of which were enough to replace Wang Ping'an's Sun Flying Sword. Not only was she not disappointed at all, but her face was filled with excitement that was difficult to conceal.

"Sure enough, my guess was right. Only by engaging in a life-and-death battle with a powerful swordsman can my "On the World's Number One Sword Song" make rapid progress!"

While Feng Yanrong was playing "On the World's No. 1 Sword Song" with extraordinary performance, she was watching intently as wave after wave of swords she played, ten swords destroyed one Sun Flying Sword. The joy in her eyes became more and more intense.

She had a vague feeling that after this battle, the bottleneck in her "On the World's No. 1 Sword Song" would be broken through. Once the realm of "On the World's No. 1 Sword Song" was broken through, the difference in every aspect between her performance and now would be like heaven and earth.

As is the case now, the situation where ten swords can destroy Wang Ping'an's Sun Flying Sword will be completely broken. We can't expect to be on equal terms, but at least five or even fewer swords can be used to replace Wang Ping'an's Sun Flying Sword.

Suddenly, Feng Yanrong saw from the corner of her eye that not far in front of her, only half a meter away from her, a number of flying sun swords appeared in all directions, almost everywhere. She was immediately startled and asked in confusion:
"How could this happen? These flying swords were clearly entangled by the sword I was playing. How could they suddenly appear around me without me noticing at all?"

She was not the type who would not pay too much attention to the battle situation when playing a piece of music. On the contrary, she did not need to focus on the strings. She could focus all her attention on the battle situation. Who made her so familiar with "On the World's No. 1 Sword Song" that it was almost integrated into her bones and became muscle memory. She always paid attention to Wang Ping'an's every move, for fear that Wang Ping'an would have other means to make her capsize in the gutter. She thought she saw Wang Ping'an clearly, and she also saw him controlling one Sun Flying Sword after another.

I never thought that——

Sun Flying Swords will appear one after another at various locations around.

"Is it a sword technique that I don't know?"

Feng Yanrong was thinking about how these flying solar swords appeared in front of her. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration appeared in her mind, and she thought thoughtfully:

"I underestimated him. He is indeed a swordsman who knows the methods of an astrologer. His swordsmanship is even more powerful than I thought. He was able to lurk a bunch of flying swords less than half a meter in front of me without me even noticing!"

Before Feng Yanrong could finish her words, a number of flying sun swords appeared less than half a meter around her. They did not stop to wait for her to think, but instead attacked her from all directions at the fastest speed, leaving behind a series of afterimages, like streams of light, forming a series of sounds of breaking through the air.

There is almost no escape anywhere, whether in heaven or on earth.

Feng Yanrong could clearly see that all her positions were blocked by the Sun Flying Swords. She could also clearly feel that her breath was completely locked by the Sun Flying Swords, leaving her no chance of survival. However, there was no sign of panic on Feng Yanrong's face.

next moment.

"Ow!"

Her mount, the spirit deer, let out a loud cry, and little bits of light flashed from its body, immediately forming a circular shield that enveloped it and Feng Yanrong like a solid wall.

“Bang!”, “Bang!”, “Bang…”

Flying sun swords, carrying the violent power of the sun, struck the dome from all directions, causing one dull explosion after another.

However, what shocked Wang Ping'an was that countless flying sun swords hit almost every position of the round shield. Not only did they fail to destroy the round shield, they couldn't even leave a trace on it.

It's like a real iron wall!
"No, even if it is a real iron wall, my flying swords are enough to destroy it!"

Wang Ping'an looked at the intact round shield in the distance. He was far away in the Le family courtyard, with an expression of shock on his face that was difficult to conceal. The gazes of the paper figures he controlled were mostly on Feng Yanrong's mount, the spirit deer, and he said in surprise:
'This is probably not an ordinary spirit beast mount. It must be at least at the Golden Core Stage - no, it could be at the Nascent Soul Stage. Otherwise, the barrier it created would not be so strong. However, no matter how strong the barrier is, it will eventually be broken. I want to see how long you can hold on!'

(End of this chapter)