"Uncle Dao, right? Please enlighten me!" Wan Dong broke through Qian Dao and hugged his fists, saying calmly.
"Teach me? No need! I'm here to kill you! The big sword will suppress the monster!" Po Qian Dao let out a roar, and the broad knife in his hand, which seemed to weigh a hundred or ten kilograms, suddenly rolled up, A splendid blade that looked like a substance immediately broke through the air and formed, rumbling towards Wandong.
This Po Qian Dao must be a knife fanatic, he only has knives in his eyes! Otherwise, it would never be possible to comprehend such a terrifying essence of the sword when you are only at the eighth level of Qi!
Everything in this world is afraid of the word 'special'! Be dedicated and refined, be refined and be strong, be strong and stand out from the crowd, defeating the others! Don't underestimate the fact that Po Qian Dao's Qi cultivation is only at the eighth level peak, but his attainments and power in sword skills are comparable to those at the ninth level peak!
The concentration on the sword allowed Po Qian Dao to almost get rid of the shackles of Zhen Qi to a certain extent, and the attack power he displayed could no longer be linked to his own Zhen Qi cultivation. Wan Dong has seen so many masters, but he is the only one who is as weird as Po Qian Dao.
"Well done!" Wandong praised sincerely, but his figure remained motionless.
In fact, at Wandong's level, in the small mortal world, there are only a few people who can force him to move. Po Qian Dao's sword skills are indeed very good and strong, but they are still not enough to force Wandong to move.
"You ignorant boy, you didn't hide?!" Po Qian Dao came through the air with a fierce momentum, but Wandong did not dodge. This made Po Qian Dao both shocked and angry, and he couldn't help shouting.
Wan Dong smiled slightly and said loudly, "The big sword suppresses the big monster! I'm not a monster, so there's no need to hide!"
Po Qian Dao felt a chill, his forehead was covered with black lines, and he shouted in his heart, "Could this kid be a fool?"
Thoughts abounded in his mind, but Po Qian Dao's hand did not relax at all. The sword was so dazzling and so domineering that, let alone a great demon, even a great immortal would be suppressed by him.
"Girl, your friend can't be my uncle's opponent. If this continues, your friend is likely to be fatally injured. You should advise him not to lose his life for the sake of external things!" Li Wenying turned around with an unbearable expression. Head to Ye Qingxue advised.
"What a shame!" Ye Qingxue seemed to be even more domineering than the Dao Gang offered by Po Qian Dao. She yelled so cleanly that Li Wenying shook her head repeatedly.
Now Ye Qingxue is super confident in Wandong! Let alone a Thousand Swordsman, even if ten or eight of them were standing here, she wouldn't be worried at all. Naturally, she couldn't listen to Li Wenying's kind words. What's more, she suffered such a great injustice for no reason. If Ye Yatou didn't get her back, she would never be reconciled in her life.
Snapped!
As soon as Ye Qingxue finished speaking, the blade that Po Qian Dao sacrificed seemed to have hit the copper wall. It suddenly exploded into pieces like glass, and the scattered energy quickly dissipated. trace. As for Wandong, he was naturally unscathed.
"What... what!?" Li Wenying, who refused to give up and was about to persuade Ye Qingxue again, saw this scene and couldn't help but exclaimed, her expression dull.
No one knows the power of Thousand Swordsman better than her. In Li Wenying's impression, this was the first time that someone had broken through Thousand Swordsman so easily. She didn't even see how Wandong took action. of. But at the moment when the sword exploded, Li Wenying saw Wan Dong gently retract his finger.
Could it be that with just one click, the sword that broke through a thousand swords was broken? This made Li Wenying shudder uncontrollably. The sword that broke through a thousand swords was not made of paper.
As soon as the sword was broken, Po Qian Dao was immediately shocked. It seemed as if there were pulleys under his feet. He took five or six steps back uncontrollably before he stood still.
Seeing this scene, Ye Qingxue immediately laughed softly and curled her lips and said, "You dare to show off your terrible sword skills. I really admire your courage. I think you don't need to chop me to death. You might as well just show it to your eyes." This girl will laugh to death."
Ye Qingxue's words were somewhat contrary to her wishes. The moment Ye Qingxue's heart jumped out of her throat with fear as she broke through the Thousand Swords and used the Gang. Not to mention her, even her sister would have no choice but to kill her with ease when faced with Po Qian Dao's sword. But how can Ye Yatou care about so many things? Let’s get rid of the bad breath in my heart first.
Ye Qingxue's few words made Qian Dao so angry that he almost vomited blood. From the moment Po Qian Dao became sensible, he put all his thoughts on the knife. It can be said that the knife has become the foundation of his life in a sense. It is precisely because of this that Po Qian Dao's understanding of the sword is so profound. Ye Qingxue's words sounded like casual sarcasm, but the impact they had on Po Qian Dao was directly at the foundation of his life.
Ye Qingxue didn't know the depth of this, but Wan Dong understood it very well. He immediately cast a very stern look at Ye Qingxue and shouted, "What do you know? Shut up!"
"I..." Ye Qingxue was naturally aggrieved by Wandong's 'unreasonable' scolding, but the look in Wandong's eyes forced her to shut her mouth obediently.
"Good boy, it seems I have underestimated you! Try my 'Thousand Swords to Conquer Demons' move again!" Po Qian Dao clenched his steel teeth and regained his figure.
The zhenqi all over his body, like a torrent, poured crazily into the blade of the broadsword. The blade of the broadsword, filled with zhenqi, began to shine silver and dazzling, like a blizzard-like cold light!
I saw Po Qian Dao's wrist suddenly vibrate, and the broad sword filled with true energy immediately began to tremble violently, and every tremor would bring out a bright silver sword light. In the blink of an eye, the sword condensed in front of Po Qian Dao There are more than a thousand sword shadows, they are densely packed, and the cold sword energy shoots straight into the sky, which is extremely terrifying.
The power of this move is more than ten times that of the previous move? In terms of power, this move is enough to shake a strong person at the beginning of perfection!
When Wandong saw it, he nodded repeatedly, his face and eyes full of appreciation. If this Po Thousand Swordsman continues to be so dedicated, I'm afraid it won't be long before he becomes the sword king of Dongxuan Continent! If there is another chance to enter the Taoist world and become a Sword Immortal Sword Saint, it is not impossible.
"Boy, suffer death!" A roar suddenly came from Po Qian Dao's throat, and the thousands of sword lights rushed towards Wandong in a swarm, unstoppable!
When Li Wenying saw this scene, her hands and fingers were entangled nervously. Only this time, Li Wenying was no longer worried about Wan Dong, but about Po Qian Dao. Faced with Po Qian Dao He's almost strongest move, Wandong's expression was so calm that he didn't even have the slightest trace of nervousness, as if Po Qian Dao's move did not pose a threat to him at all. of.
The facts completely confirmed Li Wenying’s worries! Facing the 'Thousand Swords to Conquer Demons', Wandong's figure was as before, motionless, with only a faint golden light that quickly condensed into a barrier in front of him.
The golden light forming the barrier is very light, almost blending into the sunlight. If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to find it at all.
But when the first ray of sword light from Po Qian Dao hit him head-on, the originally very faint golden light suddenly flashed with a strong and dazzling brilliance, which made the person's eyes hurt. And the shadow of the knife disappeared in this brilliance like floating snow under the scorching sun in the blink of an eye.
As more and more sword lights hit the barrier, the light of the barrier became more and more dazzling and brighter. In the end, Wandong's figure was completely covered, and there was only one person between heaven and earth. What's left is that unbreakable golden light curtain, which makes people sigh and despair!
The golden barrier, like the sun is high in the sky, is getting stronger and stronger every moment, but the sword light that can break through a thousand swords is getting weaker and weaker with each breath as the setting sun sets. Until the last ray of sword light completely dissipated in the golden light, Po Qian Dao's face turned pale, he staggered, and sat down on the ground with a thud.
"Uncle Dao!" Li Wenying exclaimed and rushed over desperately.
Seeing that the Thousand Swordsman was exhausted but not injured, Li Wenying felt a little more relaxed.
Po Qian Dao is not afraid of losing. He has lost countless times since he was young, from weak to strong. But this is the first time he has lost like a loser to Break a Thousand Swords!
It felt like a fly trying to knock down a towering mountain. It made people feel powerless and frustrated from the inside out.
Not to mention that Po Qian Dao had no strength at this time, even if he had strength, he might not be able to use the third move against Wan Dong.
"Your understanding of the sword is indeed very deep, but you should not ignore the improvement of true energy. Only when the sword intention and true energy go hand in hand can the power of this broad sword in your hand be truly reflected." Wan Dong suddenly opened his mouth and said , seems to want to point out a thousand cuts.
Po Qian Dao glared at Wandong bitterly and said in a deep voice: "Nonsense! Do you still need to say this? But how can it be so easy to improve the true energy? I finally got a fairy beast core, but you Grab it!"
When fighting Po Qian Sword, Wan Dong discovered that the mental method Po Qian Sword cultivated was not a superior mental method. With this kind of mental method, at his age, Zhen Qi cultivation could reach the level of Zhen Qi. It is not easy to be at the eighth level of Qi. No wonder Po Qian Dao was so eager to get a fairy beast core. Before he could obtain the superior mental method, the Immortal Beast Core was undoubtedly the best and fastest way for him to see practical results.
But why had Wandong ever snatched his immortal beast core? This is too unfair!
"You two, how do you conclude that we stole your core?" Wan Dong touched his nose and asked with a wry smile.
"That's right! If you don't tell me something today, this matter will never be over!" Ye Qingxue held it in for a long time, and finally couldn't help it, and opened her mouth angrily. This is the first time in Miss Ye Er's life that she has been wronged like this.
Wan Dong sincerely asked for advice, but Po Qian Dao seemed too lazy to tell him more. He waved his hand and said, "Since our skills are inferior to others, it is useless to talk about other things. We Tiandu people are not cowards who cannot afford to lose! That core , it’s yours!” (To be continued)