If it is said that Chen Guhong's sword light is brighter than that of the bright moon and stars, it will take away the elegance. Then Bai Zhengzhi's sword light completely covered up the bright moon and stars in the sky.
It seems that all the colors in the sky and the earth are dimmed, leaving only my bright white color.
As Bai Zheng swung his sword, a gorgeous and cold sword energy shot up into the sky. Attacking Chen Guhong, not only crushed the ground along the way, but also made the ground overwhelmed and creaking.
Thin flakes of ice were even formed along the way, and a gorgeous and murderous white mist rose up, which was dreamlike and terrifying.
There is a kind of person who is born as the god of the sword, and I am the only one in the sky and on the earth.
Baizheng was born in a wealthy family who had been prominent for generations. When he was one year old, he grasped a wooden sword when he caught Zhou Zhou. He started practicing swordsmanship from his father when he was three years old, and he already had amazing swordsmanship when he was five years old.
After the age of ten, he visited famous teachers to hone his sword skills.
At the age of thirteen, arouse arrogance and become invincible in the world. After the world is invincible, it is not lonely, but lively. Geniuses and heroes from all over the world came to challenge him, and he never refused, standing at the top for many years.
Jiang Zuo's No. 1 water level is just one of them.
The more masters he faces, the more outstanding his swordsmanship and knowledge will be. It can be said that the sword moves in this world are imprinted in his heart.
There is no swordsmanship that he has never seen before, and there is no swordsmanship that he will not imitate, even the Shui family's Xiyue swordsmanship is the same. All of these have created his majestic arrogance of self-importance.
There is no one in this world that he dare not use the sword, even King Qi who has something to do with him now.
His code of conduct is to speak with force. The first action is crushing, another action is still crushing, and another action is still crushing.
All the way to the east, kneeling at his feet are countless heroes, endless heroes.
His myth is based on the endless heroes, the blood of heroes, the god seat made by countless bones. Hardened steel. And Chen Guhong only made his debut for one year, and entered the mythology by relying on the mystery of his soul.
In terms of tempering, it is far inferior to Bai Zheng.
So in Bai Zheng's eyes, Chen Guhong's youthfulness is very obvious. Compared with Chen Guhong's tyrannical arrogance, that swordsmanship is like a baby learning to walk, which is extremely ridiculous.
Expectation turned into disappointment is the anger of the strong.
"You, why are you so weak!"
Jian was roaring, as if Bai was making an angry roar, the roar of a god. It is divine power like prison.
"Senior brother is angry, this is the first time I have seen senior brother so angry." Chen Zhengran was a top swordsman, but he still felt a shiver under the pressure of God.
However, he was not ashamed, and instead became more and more in awe of Bai Zheng's strength.
So in his heart, Bai is undefeated, even the so-called book swordsman is the same.
Chen Guhong also felt his youthfulness, and felt ridiculous for his own thoughts.
"I originally thought that swordsmanship was nothing more than swordsmanship. I thought that I had understood the essence of swordsmanship and became the god of swords. I also stood on a high place. Look at all living beings."
"I thought that the so-called Baizheng was in the same state, so the victory or defeat was only between five and five. But it turned out that a mountain is as high as a mountain. There is no highest, only higher."
If there is a choice. Chen Guhong really didn't want to fight with him. It's a pity that there is no way to retreat at this moment. If you step down, you can only become King Qi, or the lackey of Emperor Tianqi.
"Although I am young, I still have the courage to fight." Facing tough characters. The only thing Chen Guhong can stand shoulder to shoulder with the god of swords who really stands at the top of the sky is the courage to fight.
A person with peerless courage, even Yu Gong can open mountains.
So in the face of this gorgeous and powerful sword energy. For a split second, Chen Guhong didn't think about retreating, but about facing up to difficulties. Courage gushed out in his heart, and the last stand was not despair, but arrogance.
"Kill!" Chen Guhong swung the bamboo stick vigorously, entangled with Gao Zhuang's ghost energy inside the stick and turned it into a tyrannical force, and swung the strongest sword move he could swing, so as to shake the myth of invincibility.
"bump!"
Amidst the roaring sound, the sword energy that Chen Guhong swung out shattered, while the sword energy that Bai Zheng swung was just a slight turning point, and the momentum continued.
"Shua!"
A section of black hair near Chen Guhong's left shoulder was cut off by the sword energy. The moment it fell, it was broken down into invisible dust by the strong sword energy. The clothes on the left shoulder were broken, and a shallow wound was printed on the On it, although the wound was very shallow, red blood flowed out.
Chen Guhong was indeed injured.
This red blood is extraordinarily gorgeous, and also extraordinarily ridiculous. At least in Chen Zhengran's view, it was ridiculous.
"What kind of Jianghu myth, you get hurt with one move, and you still talk nonsense to kill us, it's ridiculous." Chen Zhengran was laughing, even though he would only be more embarrassed if he took Bai Zheng's move himself, he didn't think about it, he just Thinking of Chen Guhong's outrageous words, he was arrogant.
The red blood fell in Bai Zheng's eyes, but it was not funny, but angry. His ruthless cheeks became even more stern, and the flames of anger burned in those eyes.
"Weak, weak, too weak." Bai Zheng's anger was burning, and the sword he swung became more violent.
"Shhhhhh!"
Bai Zheng's right arm moved in unison, as if he was swinging his sword casually, which was extremely chaotic. But every sword is just right, every sword is like a stroke of magic, linking each other to form an endless sword move.
Amidst the fierce cold, there is infinite fire of anger.
powerful! powerful! powerful!
Just like Baizheng gives people the impression that alcohol, the more tasted, the sweeter it is. The more the mysterious veil is uncovered, the more tyrannical the God of Swords will appear inside.
Faced with this tyrannical, but seemingly random sword move. Chen Guhong knew that he was invincible, and the only thing he could fight against was courage.
You can only put aside your heart and fight with him, and you can only go deep into it to understand his strength. Only then can I be reborn from blood and become stronger than him. I must become stronger than him, otherwise, as Fei Zaizhan said, I will not only die in defeat, but also be punished by the nine clans.
Chen Guhong was standing in the way, struggling to resist.
The Shui family's attacking the moon swordsmanship, and the bamboo family's mountain listening to the bamboo sound, he did his best to wield a sword method full of determination and courage, which was so green that it was even ridiculous in the eyes of the God of Swords , Fighting with all my might.
But a powerful swordsmanship is powerful after all. Facing this random strike after strike, although Chen Guhong resisted desperately, he was still retreating step by step.
One step is one zhang, one retreat is a hundred zhang.
Every step must have blood spurting, every step must have a bang, and the clothes are torn. After retreating a hundred zhang, Chen Guhong already vomited blood, his whole body was covered with wounds, his clothes were almost like strips of cloth.
Don't talk about elegance, it's not even as good as a beggar.
If there is still spirit, then there is only one pair of his eyes, which are still high-spirited, full of unyielding, and full of great courage.
An invisible mighty force, an unyielding will supported Chen Guhong not to run away at this moment, not to kneel down and beg for mercy to lick, and not to obey the destiny to be a dog wagging its tail for mercy.