"Ding!"
There was a crisp sound, when the black sword light, carrying the endless black tide, suddenly shot down through the sky. The spear in Yuan Fei's hand immediately turned into countless fragments and powder, and countless blood marks appeared all over his body.
And when the black tide completely subsided. Yuan Fei couldn't hold on anymore and staggered back more than ten steps. His hands were stained red with blood and trembled slightly. He took a strong breath and didn't fall down. A mouthful of bloody blood was swallowed back into his stomach.
Then his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes as he stared at the opposite side. It seemed that he couldn't believe that the sword that shattered the world was struck by the man opposite him.
Jue Xin, with a calm expression, summoned the black broad sword in front of him.
"Brother Yuan, I accept it!"
The entire gap in space is filled with silence, and you can hear a needle drop. All the disciples of Cangsheng Dao looked extremely ugly at this moment.
Yuan Fei is at the peak of the seventh level, with a big spear in his hand, which is almost the best in the sect. Many people have experienced this personally.
—But such a top figure is not a desperate enemy!
Chuxue's breath was suffocated. She was cursing Yuan Fei to be defeated in the end. But I didn’t expect that this guy would be defeated so miserably!
Although he was annoyed that Yuan Fei was rude, he also knew that this time, Cang Shengdao would probably be very embarrassed.
Fang Wen's eyes were also slightly cold, and he looked at that desperate look coldly again.
He seemed surprised that the master swordsman's swordsmanship was unexpectedly strong. It seemed to be an accident, this person was so ruthless.
After thinking for a moment, Fang Wen waved his sleeves behind him. Han Jian, who stood behind him, immediately understood. Soared into the air and landed straight on the field. But he was not as arrogant as Yuan Fei. He stood with his sword in hand and said with a slight salute: "The common man has a sword. I have seen Mr. Jue -"
Before he finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Jue Xi: "You are not talking about Qiu, so what is the use of fighting with you?"
Han Jian's expression was startled, and there was a trace of displeasure in his eyes. However, after only half a breath, his eyes returned to calmness, and he smiled slightly: "Young Master Jue. Among the people in my world, the one who is good at swordsmanship is by no means just Tan Qiu. One person. Whether I can be your opponent, you have to try to find out!"
Juexi raised his eyebrows, then smiled coldly: "Then pay attention!"
When he finished speaking, the black broad sword suddenly exploded with countless black threads. As the sword shadow popped out, the entire space rift was turbulent for a moment.
Han Jian raised his eyebrows and looked in front of him. Then the whole person's temperament changed, like a vast void that could accommodate everything and be as open-minded as a valley.
The sword light shot up a hundred feet, then retracted slightly, becoming more solid. Then it turned into pieces of sword shadows, distributed layer by layer in front of him, thick and tight. Shockingly, the space in front of him was cut off and twisted!
There were knowledgeable Lingyun Sect disciples around who were all happy to see this. He recognized that this was a great Sumeru sword passed down secretly by the sect. It was created by the Patriarch of Cang Sheng Tao and was known as the No. 1 Guarding Sword Technique in the whole sect. A heaven-shaking martial arts level as high as the ninth level!
Not far away, those who rushed over to watch the battle also let out surprises. There was a look of seriousness and concentration on many people's faces.
His expression of despair remained unchanged. But just when the black sword light cut into the layers of sword waves. Those entangled filaments suddenly turned into countless black lightnings, which suddenly exploded and spread crazily around, destroying the thousands of sword shadows. They were all shattered. All the distorted space was suddenly shattered!
That broad sword suddenly turned into a sword light ten feet long, which reached the heaven and earth and shattered everything!
It slashed in with almost overwhelming force. No matter how the sword shadow was resisted, it was directly destroyed and chopped into pieces! The last one was as light as nothing, wrapping around Han Jian's neck, leaving a trail of blood.
There was no trace of color on Han Jian's face. The sword in his hand was trembling slightly along with his hand. An eighth-level spiritual weapon, although it has not been broken into pieces. There are countless gaps on the sword blade.
I know just now, if it is really a life and death fight. My own head has already been chopped off by this person!
And everyone watching the battle here is also suffocated. Many Cangsheng Dao disciples looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.
When Yuan Fei was defeated before, it could be said to be an accident. At this time, Han Jian was fully prepared, but he was still defeated by Jue Lu's sword. They all turned pale, and they felt as if someone had slapped them hard on the face. A little hesitant again, these two people are already outstanding figures in the sect.
Xie An Xuanye and the others behind him may not be better than them. But if you can't even take this sword of despair, then where is the face of Cangshengdao
Jue Xi didn't care at all. With a slight thought, he recalled the black broad sword again. He said calmly: "You are good at swordsmanship, and the Great Sumeru Sword of Cang Sheng Dao is indeed exquisite. It's just that your sword practice is a bit unsatisfactory! There are flaws everywhere, but you insist on being strong, and you are bringing this humiliation on yourself. If you want to be my opponent, wait until You can cultivate Xumi Sword Intent to its peak before we talk!"
Han Jian's complexion turned pale at first, and then turned red. Although the Great Sumeru Sword is a secret of the sect, it is a ninth-level martial arts. But his sword intention practice is really not good enough.
Sumeru in Buddhism is the residence of the 'Emperor of Heaven', a huge mountain with a height of 84,000 yojanas.
However, Xizi named this set of swordsmanship with these two characters, which means mustard seeds and sumeru.
Sumeru Sword Intent is actually also Void Sword Intent. It is also the most difficult to comprehend among all martial arts ideas.
Therefore, although within this sect, this ninth-level swordsmanship that shakes the heavens is passed down, and it is also known as the sect's number one sword-guarding technique, very few people practice it.
What Jue Xing said is also true. If it were someone else who was good at sword techniques, he might be able to hold on for a while and a half longer.
At this time, there is no shame in staying in the field, and staying in the field any longer. Han Jian hugged his fists and walked back directly.
At this time, Chuxue took a breath of air. When Han Jian used the sword just now, she almost thought that no one in the world could cut through the heavy sword shadow.
But he still lost, so neatly!
I couldn't help but feel my scalp numb, and my heart palpitated when I thought that I might have to face such an opponent soon.
It is estimated that even if he plays, people can knock him down with just one finger.
Just when she was thinking wildly, she suddenly felt someone tapping her on the shoulder.
"Xue'er, could you be scared?"
Chuxue was startled, and when she turned around, she saw Zong Shou standing aside with a slight smile.
First he breathed a sigh of relief, and then he felt strange: "Young Master, aren't you in seclusion to attack the Sun Travel Realm? Why did you come out?"
At this time, the aura on Zong Shou's body is definitely not at the seventh level.
"There's only one last step left. I happened to hear that Jue Xin came to visit and had something to tell you, so I ran out to relax!"
Zong Shou answered casually, his eyes fixed on the direction of despair. Then he clucked his tongue and praised loudly: "This Jue Xing is really amazing! It is truly worthy of the sword that will sweep across three thousand worlds in the future -"
The last sentence was a low whisper. Chuxue didn't hear clearly and was even more confused: "What is sweeping the three thousand worlds?" "Nothing!"
Zong Shou shook his head, then stretched out his hand and said, "Give me all the soil sinking talisman, spirit sealing talisman and so on you are wearing!"
Chuxue looked slightly stunned, then without much hesitation, she tore off all the talismans on her body and handed them to Zong Shou.
Just for a moment, I felt the difference in my body. All the burdens were removed, and I felt that my body was extremely light.
And after the talisman was removed, there was no longer a barrier between her soul energy and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
In the past, in order to maintain his body, he was always floating off the ground. She needs to use all her strength to contact and control the spiritual energy of heaven and earth every moment.
At this time, there is no need to deliberately contact, the energy of the surrounding heaven and earth will surge in. Inside her body, she was jumping for joy.
Zong Shou casually took hold of the dozen talismans and shattered them all. Then the effect came again: "Do you feel like you can fly?"
Chuxue was confused for a while, then nodded firmly. She felt like she was extremely light at the moment, and she felt like she was flying since she was no longer restrained.
There is an illusion that one can soar without even using inner breath or soul power.
"Then do you still remember the sword I used when I met your grandfather?"
Chuxue's pupils shrank, how could she not remember? Zong Shou once asked her to remember that sword. I have never forgotten it, and I can still recall every detail of that night.
"Those who are good at attacking should attack the Nine Heavens!"
- Extremely agile, traceless, light and elegant!
It was that sword that allowed Zong Shou to cut off half of Hu Qianqiu's sleeve without his innate fighting power.
"Now, Xue'er, do you have the confidence to strike out with such a sword?"
Chuxue's fists clenched tightly, and her right hand subconsciously touched the hilt of the sword at her waist.
Her heart was surging. Every time she recalled this sword move, she felt frustrated and unbelievable. The more advanced one's martial arts is, the more one feels that that sword is so sublime that it simply shouldn't exist in the world.
However, at this time, he suddenly gained confidence. It seemed that he was capable enough to use this sword!
"I'll help you again!"
Zong Shou smiled softly and casually placed a golden talisman between Chu Xue's eyebrows.
Chuxue's sharp eyes recognized that there was a word "luck" on the talisman, and there was another word on it, which seemed to be "prayer". He couldn't help but stare at Zong Shou with his almond eyes widened.
Zong Shou also tilted his head slightly in embarrassment, hummed and coughed softly: "Don't worry! It's an improved version. It's bad luck. It will take three hours before it attacks. It's better than the embarrassing one -"
At this time, Xie An happened to be seen coming on the stage. He saw this one, but his expression was solemn. He first called out a few escorts one after another. After offering another silver shield, he stood in front of Jue Xin.