Sawdust flew into the air, and another sword puppet shattered into pieces under Zong Shou's sword light sprint. And the crowd under the Mingjian stage finally became buzzing and talking about it. It was as if all the surprise accumulated before had burst out at this moment.
There were not many Lingyun Sect disciples walking out of the Dao Palace, only a few hundred. But all of them had surprised expressions in their eyes and uncertain expressions.
"What is the origin of the people on this stage? There are only a few people in my sect's Xiao Luo Tian Sword Formation that have lasted four hundred breaths in ten thousand years. Was he broken like this?"
"Unexpectedly, from beginning to end, only basic swordsmanship is used. Is this the so-called return to nature?"
"Not only the swordsmanship, but also the pace is amazing!"
"How can a child who is only thirteen years old and has just started practicing martial arts return to his original form? What truth can he return to? It's just that this child has practiced this set of swordsmanship to perfection. The teachers of my sect are indeed right. No matter how simple martial arts is, if it is mastered to the extreme, it can have unpredictable power—"
At the entrance of the palace, the two young men and women also looked blank.
When Zong Shou stepped into the trap of Xiao Luo's Heavenly Sword Formation, even those who claimed to have extraordinary vision thought that he was going to die. The victory or defeat of this battle can be determined at a glance.
Then, less than a breath later, the young man on the stage had completely turned the world upside down. At the most impossible moment, the sword formation was broken in one fell swoop.
"This Zong Shou turns out to be so handsome!"
After being stunned for a long time, when the girl came back to her senses, her cheeks turned red like a nymphomaniac: "I, Ge Hanyun, have lived for fourteen years, and this is the first time that I have been attracted by someone. If it weren't for this guy, he was born in the Zong family, said Maybe you really have plans to marry him. Fei Bai, he is really better than you—"
"Although he is a basic swordsman, he has thoroughly studied the principles of swordsmanship!"
The young man nodded slightly and did not refute. His words were full of admiration, without any hint of dissatisfaction: "At least now, I am not as good as him! But within ten years, it will still be me, not him, who will be the only talent in East Linyunlu!"
Ge Hanyun was slightly startled, even though he witnessed a man of the same age destroying the Xiao Luotian Sword Formation with a single sword, almost without any damage. This childhood sweetheart of mine was still unwavering, and his words were terrifyingly confident.
Then the girl smiled again, thinking that if this Zongshou was not a double-veined body, but just like them, what would happen in the future
correct! And the person opposite, his current expression is probably very interesting.
Liang Miaozi, who was standing in front of the first grand hall, had long been as pale as paper. Looking at that unusually strong figure, his arrow-like gaze made him want to pierce through the young man.
When the first puppet was broken, he felt regretful. And at this moment, I wanted to tear that man into pieces completely!
What kind of waste is this? Where are the ants that he can knead? How many people at this age have been able to achieve this exquisite swordsmanship in the past ten thousand years
His face was slightly bruised, and Liang Miaozi could already feel some vague glances, with a bit of pity and gloating, looking at him from a distance. And deep inside his chest, there seemed to be a dull pain.
The long sword slashed diagonally, cutting off the entire legs of a sword puppet. Then, like lightning, he returned behind the sword and placed another puppet on the 'heart' of the beast crystal, completely piercing it. Zong Shou moved with great caution from his original position.
At this moment, his feet were covered with various puppet parts. Not only did it stop these wooden men who didn't have much wisdom, it also restricted his movement.
He was slightly out of breath, and the Qi pulses in his body were constantly conflicting, as if they were about to explode at any time. Zong Shou's spirit was even more vigorous.
Since the first sword strike, every time he kills a sword puppet, a cold and sharp aura pours into his body.
Each time, his body recovered a little. As a result, his current physical fitness is still beyond imagination. The situation of exhaustion and weakness was completely unexpected.
It also allowed him to completely focus on nothing else, completely unable to hear the noise below.
All honor and disgrace, all calculations, have been abandoned. In his eyes, there is only the sword in his hand, and there are only these puppets in front of him.
With his feet on the Kun position, just when three puppets were about to encircle him, Zong Shou took several steps back. Then he suddenly exerted force and recoiled at high speed. With just one sword stroke, he completely penetrated the necks of the two wooden figures who were unable to react!
Then the sword light was slashed diagonally, completely cutting off the two fragile necks, and then there was a 'ding' sound, and it collided with the other sword beside him, causing countless sparks to collide. The overwhelming strength of the sword made Zong Shou immediately take a step back. He staggered and almost fell.
In terms of strength and tenacity, Mu Ren could rival the Xuanwu Sect in physical form, but with just one sword, his energy and blood boiled, making him unable to bear it.
But at this time, the luster of Zong Shou's gaze did not weaken even a little, but became even more dazzling.
Basic Swordsmanship No. 44—External Sword!
"The eighteenth body, behead it!"
The green pine-patterned wind sword suddenly drew a sword circle, and a soft force cleverly moved the puppet's sword to the side.
Then the green sword shadow seemed to be spitting out a message from a poisonous snake. With a sudden stab, the sword puppet was completely penetrated!
And when Zong Shou looked around again, he saw that the stage was in a mess. There is no longer a puppet that can raise a sword to face each other.
The ground was full of broken wood, and the Xiao Luotian Sword Formation and the eighteen sword puppets were all gone.
After another long while, Zong Shou withdrew from the surging fighting spirit, and his consciousness gradually became clearer.
Then I saw Lin Fei on the stage, and Ming Jian, who was looking at me from countless pairs of eyes. Disbelief, a mixture of wonder and jealousy, to name a few.
Zong Shou was stunned again, and the next moment, he gave a cold sigh.
"Three hundred and forty-three breaths, is this the Lingyun Sect's Xiao Luotian Sword Formation? It's nothing more than that—"
Just a few words made the Lingyun Sect disciples below feel slightly angry. But just a moment later, there was silence again.
The formation was broken within a hundred breaths, and within three hundred and forty-three breaths, these eighteen sword puppets, which were already quite powerful in their own right, were chopped into pieces one by one.
Such a person is indeed qualified to say, 'That's all' -
Except for this surprisingly handsome young man on the Mingjian Stage, no one else has this qualification.
In the minds of many people, they even thought that the small Luotian Sword Formation left by Patriarch Lingyun was simply trying to embarrass the heroes of the world. There is absolutely no one in the world who can break this formation without using inner breath.
However, today, I watched this miracle happen with my own eyes.
Some people who knew the cause and effect were blushing with shame. He could only remain silent, unable to say a single word of rebuttal.
Huang Yi, who was standing next to Liang Miaozi, sighed secretly. My master uncle has really gone too far. He is so humiliating. No wonder he would say this.
The pine pattern wind sword in Zong Shou's hand had been curled, and there were slight cracks on the sword's spine. He simply threw it away and inserted it in the center of the bright sword platform. Then he looked to the left, the stone platform of the same size.
Without much hesitation, he walked down from the Mingjian Platform and walked directly to the opposite side.
As I walked around, I didn't see anything domineering. But those Lingyun Sect disciples and many young men subconsciously stood aside to make way for Ren Zongshou to walk to the foot of the Tianfu platform.