Sword Twenty-Two, this is a powerful sword technique.
There are twenty-two moves.
The Twenty-Two Sword Moves is the most powerful move among them. Compared with other moves, it has another name.
Holy Spirit Sword Technique!
When this sword is released, the color of heaven and earth changes.
Above the Tianshan Mountains where the white snow was flying, there were swords flying across the sky, and strong winds roared, rolling up Lin Jiufeng.
He stood in the void, his clothes were flying, his black hair was flying, and his whole body was filled with sword energy.
In his hand, he held the Demon-Slaying Sword.
The next second, the demon-slaying sword broke through the air, and this move condensed Lin Jiufeng's martial arts will, mixed with the general trend of the world, and covered it.
"Death!" Lin Jiufeng stood in the void, like a god or demon, with cold eyes.
The Holy Spirit Sword Technique in Sword Twenty-Two was like a punishment from heaven, suppressing it directly.
boom!
A huge sword energy covered the sky in a practical way, causing a hundred-mile strong wind to sweep across. The white snow was pulled one after another, forming a huge vortex.
When this move of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique fell, it was as if the whole world was falling.
Tumen Wusheng had nowhere to escape.
He had no choice but to take this move.
Roar!
Martial Saint Tumen would not sit still and wait for death. The hundreds of violent beasts behind him roared in anger.
"Please come to the grassland gods and kill the enemy!" Tumen Martial Saint shouted, his face was ferocious, and the wild beasts were supporting him behind him, but he still felt a lot of pressure.
So he began to ask God.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The void trembled, stirred by the true energy of Tumen Martial Saint. His body quickly grew larger, and hair sprouted all over his body. It was a purple mane, and he pulled out a long sharp needle, but now, in Tumen Wusheng's body looked so gentle.
The strong wind blew the purple hair, revealing the current face of Tumen Martial Saint.
A five-meter-sized giant ape, he jumped with all his strength, gathered his true energy, and struck the sky to break Lin Jiufeng's Holy Spirit Sword Technique.
Boom!
It's a pity that the Holy Spirit Sword Technique has fallen away. This is the most powerful sword move in the Twenty-Two Swordsmen. It carries Lin Jiufeng's fierce martial arts will and the general trend of the world.
Bang!
He pierced through Tumen Wusheng simply and neatly.
Then the infinite sword energy fell like rain, baptizing the Tianchi.
Tumen Wusheng's vigorous counterattack has reached the level of knowing his fate.
But he was still defeated by Lin Jiufeng.
In the wind and snow, Lin Jiufeng opened his hands and his body moved with the wind.
He didn't care about Tumen Wusheng's body.
He didn't care about the top of Tianshan Mountain under the riot of sword energy.
He didn't care about the hundreds of thousands of troops under the mountain that day.
Lin Jiufeng was immersed in his own world.
After killing Martial Saint Tumen with that sword just now, he seemed to have opened the door to a new world.
He touched the second step of the Martial Saint realm, the door to knowing one's destiny.
In fact, Lin Jiufeng touched it very early.
He just lacks a key to open this door.
Now he knew he had found the key.
In the wind and snow, he slowly fell down and stood by the Tianchi, looking at the flying snowflakes, the howling wind, and the panicked army of hundreds of thousands.
The battle between Lin Jiufeng and Tumen Martial Saint was witnessed by people from hundreds of miles around. Everyone looked panicked and didn't know what was going on.
Why the fight
Who is fighting with whom
They were confused, they only knew that both sides were very powerful.
They didn't see how it started, but they saw the rest of the story.
A long sword comparable to a Tianzhu fell from the sky at a very fast speed.
Then Tumen Martial Saint transformed into a giant ape, jumped up with all his strength, and confronted the enemy with the sword that was like a heavenly punishment.
Then a sword pierced his body, and then a rain of swords fell from the top of the snow-capped mountains.
Hundreds of thousands of troops saw all this.
Tumen Wusheng was killed!
Tumen Wusheng, who controlled the Xianbei people with force, was killed by the sword energy that was like heaven's punishment.
The news spread instantly.
All the Xianbei people cheered. In this cold winter, wouldn't it be nice to spend time with your loved ones
At least they don't want to gather to fight.
But there is no way to oppose Tumen Wusheng.
But now that Tumen Martial Saint was killed, these armies immediately fell apart and dispersed, which was not a good situation.
Lin Jiufeng smiled when he saw this scene.
He knew that his sword had saved tens of thousands of people.
"It turns out that this is the key to the realm of knowing fate." Lin Jiufeng looked at the demon-slaying sword in his hand and was very happy.
The realm of knowing one's destiny is to have a thorough understanding of one's own mind and know one's destiny, so that one can follow one's will without violating the rules.
Lin Jiufeng's realm that had been troubled for a long time was opened.
He picked up the demon-slaying sword and slashed towards the mountains next door.
Then Lin Jiufeng took advantage of the wind and walked away without looking back.
Boom!
In the few seconds after he left, a huge mountain suddenly collapsed, and the mountains of white snow collapsed in an instant.
The avalanche scene is very exaggerated.
After the collapse of the mountain, there was a huge sword energy that directly cut off the mountain.
Lin Jiufeng, with one sword he knows his fate!
Imperial capital!
Lin Jiufeng took advantage of the darkness and flew back.
There are only two days before and after.
Because in the Tianshan Mountains in the northwest, with one sword strike, his whole person was completely transformed, and his speed was naturally faster.
It’s snowing in the imperial capital.
Of course, the snowflakes are not as big as those in the northwest, but the fluttering small snowflakes fall all over the ground.
Lin Jiufeng stepped on it and made a squeaking sound.
On a snowy night, Lin Jiufeng, who came back from the northwest, opened the door to the cold palace.
Then Lin Jiufeng returned to his yard, lay down on the cold jade bed, and realized everything about the realm of knowing fate.
Under the night, on the wall of the courtyard, there was a little guy who blended in with the snow, staring at Lin Jiufeng, his eyes dark, blending in with the night.
Meow!
The white cat meowed softly.
It wanted Lin Jiufeng to check the information.
But Lin Jiufeng ignored it.
He ran to the northwest to kill people and then came back. He was already very tired. This little white cat didn't know how to feel sorry for people at all.
The white cat stopped meowing. It knew that Lin Jiufeng was ignoring it on purpose.
He showed off his claws angrily.
It wanted to tickle Lin Jiufeng.
But comparing the strength of the two people, the white cat still retracted its claws, and then curled up into a ball, on the courtyard wall, slowly covered with snow.
Its eyes were always staring at Lin Jiufeng.
Bai Mao is such a persistent person.
Otherwise, it would not have been able to guard an empty coffin in the underground palace for so many years.
The next day, Lin Jiufeng woke up from his practice. He was completely exhausted and stood up with satisfaction.
Meow!
The cat meowed, reminding Lin Jiufeng.
"White cat, you are quite persistent." Lin Jiufeng raised his head and saw the little white cat curled up in a ball on the wall covered with white snow.
Meow!
The white cat meowed again, looking straight at Lin Jiufeng.
Paired with its exquisite appearance, it looks a bit pitiful.
"Forget it, let's go, I'm afraid of you." Lin Jiufeng said helplessly.
This little white cat is really persistent. If Lin Jiufeng doesn't check the information, it will keep staring at Lin Jiufeng.
It felt like being abandoned by Lin Jiufeng.