'You are just a cultivator of the Eight Meridians Secret Martial Arts, and you dare to say that I am wrong! How do you know that the essence of this Jingyun Shenmiè Sword Technique is not as strong as me? "
Following Zong Shou's words, another huge sword condensed in the void in his mind, and the momentum became even more massive and fierce. The ice-blue sword body shone with a cold light.
Zong Shou was speechless for a while, and secretly vomited in his heart, how could this be the Jingyun Divine Sword? It should be Xuan Bingjian, right
Seeing the sword cutting forward, Zong Shou raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Talk about the sword art in words, it's just lip service. Since the fairy said that your sword intention is the real essence of the Jingyun Shenmiè sword art. Then I will Compete with a fairy to see which one is better between you and me!"
Without saying anything, another piece fell and flew into the upper right corner. But in front of Zong Shou, another sword was born. But it is controlled by his consciousness, like clouds and fog, the light changes, revealing an ethereal meaning. There are countless smoothies inside, hidden inside. When flicked, it makes a rustling sound, and the sound is amazing.
A slash in the air collided with the ice sword. The Yunjian collapsed instantly, but after an instant, it regrouped. On the contrary, the black ice giant sword was hit by the high-speed flowing ice and made countless holes. Several important structures in the sword's spine were on the verge of collapse.
Before the sword could recover, the giant sword of cloud and mist struck again with a rustling sound.
After this sword confrontation, the black ice giant sword immediately collapsed into pieces without any suspense!
And the sword of cloud and mist still has its remaining power. After a spin, he slashed towards the opposite side.
It's obviously like a cloud, but it's powerful and powerful, as if it's sharp and sharp!
Taiyuan Fairy Shui Lingbo's complexion immediately changed again, and another piece came out, hitting the chessboard. Only then did the fog sword completely dissipate!
Then he looked at the opposite side of the chessboard in disbelief. This is the sword exchange just now. At most, it was evenly divided, but unexpectedly, the result was a disastrous defeat!
Although this second son successfully neutralized Zong Shou's offensive, when this one fell, she had already lost to this half-demon boy. He had actually mastered the essence of Jingyun Shenmiè Sword Technique!
Even if he didn't have the ability to repair this sword technique, when he used this cloud sword in the future, the power would definitely not be as powerful as the real Jingyun Divine Miè Sword!
Yan Fan even smiled with narrowed eyes, his old face turned into a flower. He looked at Fairy Taiyuan coldly, with a secret expression, and his mind was spinning with the idea of robbing someone and running away. After thinking about it, I felt it was inappropriate, so I had to put down the idea temporarily.
After looking at the chessboard, something suddenly moved in my heart. On that chessboard, another heavy piece fell.
"This remnant has been used up, and the prince's words also made people enlightened. In just a few words, all the mysteries of the Jingyun Shenmi Sword Technique were revealed. As expected, as my nephew Hui'er said, it is a psychic medium of swordsmanship! But my wife and I Fairy Yuan, there is still some confusion about the path of martial arts.
I wonder, Prince, can you help me and the two of us get back together? "
When the words fell, Zong Shou felt that the world he was in had changed again.
We are in a narrow cave with thick stone walls on both sides. There is fiery red lava underneath that melts everything. There is a fierce wind above that can tear everything into pieces!
And all around him, countless ghosts and shadows of swords and lights struck back one after another. As if to devour him and chop him into pieces!
Not only was he grinding his teeth secretly, he knew that this was the method of the true form realm spiritual master, using his soul power to draw his consciousness into this illusion.
It's so real, it's like being there!
Chuxue didn't know about this change, but saw that Yan Fan had made an extra move, and couldn't help but said angrily: "You have made an extra move! How can you cheat?"
Yan Fan smiled and said nothing, Shui Lingbo also gave him a cold glance, but he was also eager to wait for Zong Shou's reaction.
Previously, it was just a test of Zong Shou's swordsmanship talent, which was enough to give him a perfect score. No, it’s 200 points, only 400 points can be evaluated!
But what was being tested at this moment was Zong Shou's character. The path of martial arts is like a winding path in the mountains or climbing a steep wall. The further you get to the back, the harder it gets. There are dangerous cliffs above, and an abyss below. Just like the illusion Zong Shou was facing at this moment.
She was also curious about how this half-demon boy, who had a body with two veins, had obstacles between heaven and man, but had an unrivaled talent in swordsmanship, would react? It's really exciting - the chess piece is directly opposite, but Zong Shou is holding the chess piece in his hand, sweating like a spring, soaking through his heavy clothes.
In this cave, you are faced with the shadow of the vicious soul blade. Zong Shou was slightly absent-minded, and unconsciously thought of his previous life again.
The barrier between heaven and man that had trapped him for almost half his life was the revenge of the martial arts Mahayana. Thousands of sword fights in the virtual world, and dangerous fights in the current world. No matter how hard you try, you can't reach the peak of martial arts. If you make a wrong step, you will fall into the lava hell. Even if you try your best to climb up, you will probably die under the ruthless power of God!
It's just that this is a mere obstruction to the burial, and the danger is so small that it's hard for me to survive! Is it rare to live with him, the head of the Seven Emperors of the Cloud Realm, the Sword Emperor Tanqiu
With a cold cry, Zong Shou's chest surged with pride. That indomitable and vast thought penetrates the sky!
In this life, what if I have a body with two veins, a barrier between heaven and man, and a broken soul
His Zongshou will eventually reach this realm proudly and reach the top again!
When Zong Shou's hand fell onto the chessboard again, he felt that there were many obstacles, and countless strange forces were constantly obstructing and pulling him, trying to make his hand deviate to the side.
But the white chess piece held at Zong Shou's fingertips seemed to have spirituality, and it swiveled through it easily. Then one piece hit the center of the chessboard hard and missed!
"Plop, there was a soft sound, and the spiritual energy of the surrounding world suddenly increased. In the end, it was overwhelmed, and the many chess pieces on the chessboard shot out one after another and scattered in all directions.
On the chessboard, there was only one white stone, lying quietly in the center of the nineteen vertical and horizontal lines.
As if telling people, I am the only one on this chessboard!
And this small shore was silent for a while.
Regardless of the swordsmanship, the mortals around the chessboard at this moment were only stunned by Zong Shou's burst of ambition and pride - and again and again "This fog seems to have faded away again!"
Dozens of miles away, Li Yunniang looked up at the sky. The fog was getting thicker and thinner before, which was annoying.
It was only at this moment that there seemed to be signs of the mortal being gradually dissipating. Half a quarter of an hour ago, I still couldn't see my fingers. But at this time, it was back to visible twenty feet away.
Xuanyuan Yiren also frowned. He suddenly stopped and looked ahead with a solemn expression.
Li Yunniang followed closely behind and stopped. When he could clearly see the situation ahead, he was sweating coldly.
Under the rolling thick fog, there was actually a pit, bottomless, as if it were a cliff.
"Why is there a pit here? Fortunately, Miss Hui is quick, otherwise she would have almost fallen!"
Xuanyuan Yiren remained silent and looked at the bottom of the pothole. Li Yunniang was stunned for a while, but when she listened carefully, she found that there was something ten feet deep below the pit. A young man's voice came out: "Is there someone up there? Is there someone right? I heard your voice! I am the sect spirit of Qiantian Mountain. I am the Qīn disciple of Ren Demon King Zongshi who came down from Qiantian Mountain. Pull us up quickly. If you can save us, Come out, there will be consequences for me if I do it in Tianshan.”
Xuanyuan Yiren blinked and looked at each other with Li Yunniang. The latter frowned, with a look of confusion on his face: "Is it him? This sect spirit is surrounded by several innate masters, who are also in the realm of secret martial arts masters. This pothole is only fifty feet long, how come you can't climb if you fall? Come up?"
Looking down carefully, the heavy fog has dispersed a little now. But I could vaguely see that the place below was actually a smooth and hard stone wall. What is even more terrifying is that the stone wall is covered with a thick layer of butter.
Li Yunniang couldn't help but shudder. It turned out that the hole was not natural, but was dug out. And I wonder who is so stubborn? Once it falls, how can it get out
Then I heard the sect spirit curse angrily: "Where are there so many snakes? It's really heartbreaking! Hey, did the people above hear you? Why don't you pull me up?"
The fog lifted again, and when Li Yunniang looked again, he only felt a twinge of pain in his chest. Between them, countless earth-yellow loach, fresh fish and small snakes are rolling and drilling below. Mortal figures are trapped within. He jumped up from time to time, but always slid back down from the stone wall without any hesitation.
One of them had sharp eyes and seemed to see the figures above the pothole clearly. He shouted loudly: "But Miss Xuanyuan, the princess of Xuanshan City, and Li Yunnonggu Niang? Below you are Feng Xiao of Qiantianshan, my young master and His Highness the Crown Prince. It's Tang Qīn. Please save us for the sake of the Crown Prince!"
Xuanyuan Yiren smiled silently, not even bothering to say a word. After looking around, he said lightly: "The fog has begun to lift, let's go back!" Without any nostalgia, he turned around and left.
The Zong Ling below suddenly became anxious and yelled: "Will you save me? If he waits for my brother to sit on the throne of the Demon King of Qiantian Mountain, he will definitely destroy all of you Xuanshan City! If we Qiantian Mountain hadn't protected you many times, you Xuanshan City would have been destroyed." Shancheng has long been destroyed. Do you think your good-for-nothing fiancé can still protect you? Sooner or later, my brother will cut off his sacrificial flag! Smelly girl, if you dare not save me today, I will definitely ask you to do it in the future. My concubine is tortured day and night."
Xuanyuan Yiren didn't care at first, but when he heard what happened later, he frowned. He walked back the same way, just as Zong Ling was overjoyed and Li Yunniang was stunned. Xuanyuan Yiren took out some medicine powder and sprinkled it casually. Then he clapped his hands and turned around to leave.
Li Yunniang looked strange and hurriedly followed, wondering: "Sister Hui, what was that yào powder just now?"
Xuanyuan Yiren smiled when he heard this, and Feng Qingyun shook his head slightly: "It's nothing, it's just fire scale powder that will make those loaches and crocodiles drill holes."
Li Yunnong looked startled, and then she felt that her whole body was covered in pimples. It turns out that my little sister also has such sinister and dangerous moments.
At this moment, inside the hole, Zong Ling was yelling madly: "Who dug this hole? It's so insidious. When I get out, I will kill him without a burial place! Oh, it should be done! Why?" This loach knows how to drill holes."