"A person who is not even qualified to recognize his master and can only stare at him?"
Many strong swordsmen around him looked strange when they heard this.
Jian Wushuang's words were obviously a mockery of Su Ming. After all, Su Ming had owned the Heart-Slaying Sword for thousands of years, but in the end he was unable to make the Heart-Slaying Sword recognize its master.
"How brave."
Su Ming's handsome face had a faint glimmer of coldness. He stared at Jian Wushuang, "It's been a long time since anyone dared to talk to me like this. I just say this to you. You don't have to leave today."
"Even if I don't tell you, you don't have any intention of letting me go, right?" Jian Wushuang smiled coldly, "Su Ming, you've come to this point, there's no need to pretend anymore. If you want the Heart-Killing Sword, just take action. yes."
"Since you are so anxious to die, I will help you." After Su Ming finished speaking, a sword immediately appeared in his hand.
The sword's blade was almost transparent, as if it were a dream. Su Ming held this dream-like long sword, and a terrifying sword intent immediately swept out of him.
Jian Wushuang's expression was extremely solemn.
The sword demon Su Ming is different from the Nanyu Prince and Zi Zhong Prince he has fought against before. Although his spiritual power is still at the Xiaoyun Realm, and this Su Ming is only at the Eight Xiao Realm level, he is one of the nine great monarchs of China. First, this Su Ming has crossed the threshold of Tao.
Tao, that is the supreme Tao that is superior to the origin.
Once it crosses the threshold of Tao, its strength will undergo earth-shaking changes.
"Boy, are you ready to die?" Su Ming looked at Jian Wushuang, as if he was looking at a dead person.
"Just come here." Jian Wushuang tightened the Heart-killing Sword in his hand, and the shadow of the eighteen-foot-tall golden sword soul behind him also spread a majestic aura.
Su Ming smiled coldly, and then struck out with the dream-like long sword in his hand.
It does seem to be a very casual sword, and the speed is still slow.
But after the sword was struck, a colorful, dream-like sword light appeared between heaven and earth.
This sword light is thrilling and fascinating.
Seeing this sword light, Jian Wushuang couldn't help but be startled, and the scene in front of him changed in an instant.
"Shuang'er, Shuang'er, save me, save me!"
The frightened voice echoed in Jian Wushuang's ears. Jian Wushuang looked over, only to find that his father, who had always been indifferent and aloof, was actually running away frantically in fear. Behind him was the grinning Prince of Blood Peak, holding a hand in his hand. The sword chased him.
"Father!" Jian Wushuang's expression changed drastically.
"No!" Jian Nantian let out a shrill scream, and his figure was split in half by the Blood Peak Prince.
This scene made Jian Wushuang feel cold in his heart, but Jian Wushuang immediately realized it.
"Illusion, it's an illusion!"
"Wake up, wake up quickly!"
Jian Wushuang roared in his heart, gritted his teeth suddenly, and tried to get out of the illusion with the help of the stinging pain.
When he regained consciousness, he saw that the thrilling sword executed by Su Ming had appeared less than one meter in front of him. At such a close distance, he had already tried to block it with his sword. Not enough, so I could only reluctantly move to the side.
Su Ming's sword originally hit Jian Wushuang's head directly, but as Jian Wushuang moved, the sword light grazed Jian Wushuang's ear and hit Jian Wushuang's right shoulder.
Wow!
Jian Wushuang's right shoulder was split open directly, and a huge sword mark appeared. Blood immediately poured out. Fortunately, Jian Wushuang's body was strong enough, otherwise this sword could definitely chop off his entire right arm.
After one strike, Jian Wushuang quickly backed away regardless of the pain in his right arm.
Su Ming, however, still stood in the void, slowly retracting his sword. "Are you aware enough that you can break free from my phantom sword technique?" Su Ming looked at Jian Wushuang with a sneer.
Jian Wushuang was extremely heartbroken at this moment.
He never thought that Su Ming's swordsmanship contained such a terrifying illusion.
"Huanjian Dao?" Jian Wushuang also heard what Su Ming said and couldn't help but nodded secretly.
It is indeed a Tao that is superior to the origin, it is indeed terrifying.
That sword strike just now, if his reaction had been a little slower than half a beat, Su Ming's sword strike would have hit his head directly, and the result would have been...
"My phantom sword technique is quite wonderful. Among the many princes in China, there are only a few who are qualified to take my sword. You can take my sword without dying. This alone is worthy of pride." Su Ming said.
Jian Wushuang looked solemn and said nothing, but the secret spirit-seizing technique was already working in his heart.
"Secret technique, seizing souls!"
Jian Wushuang has never used the secret technique of seizing souls since he set foot in China.
This secret technique is too taxing on the body, and Jian Wushuang would not be willing to use it unless he went to great lengths. And he has been in China for so long and has never really tried his best. Until today when he met this Su Ming, he had to use it. .
As soon as the secret technique of seizing souls was performed, a terrifying devouring power immediately erupted from Jian Wushuang's body, spreading out to the surroundings. What Jian Wushuang was performing at this moment was the third volume of the secret technique of seizing souls. The highest level of occultism.
Rumble~~~In an instant, the heaven and earth shook.
The void where Jian Wushuang was located seemed to have become a huge whirlpool, ruthlessly devouring everything in the world, and the surrounding vitality from all things in the world surged towards Jian Wushuang at an alarming speed.
The ground below also began to become dry at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, everything within a radius of dozens of miles had turned into a dead land.
This scene shocked the swordsmen who were watching the battle around them.
"What a terrifying method!"
"What, what's going on?"
"How can you actually turn the power of life into all things in the world?"
These strong swordsmen all praised him in admiration.
"Humph, it's just a small trick." Su Ming sneered, unmoved.
Finally, the devouring power came to a standstill, and at this moment, Jian Wushuang's aura had risen to a whole new level.
The third volume of The Secret Art of Seizing Souls has improved Jian Wushuang's spiritual power and power, which is enough to elevate his strength to a whole new level.
Of course, the load on the body is also extremely huge.
Jian Wushuang's eyes were filled with blood, and then he pointed toward the void ahead.
"The Secret Technique of Shura, Naihe Bridge!"
Buzzing~~~ The terrifying power erupted, and a huge and boundless blood bridge appeared from the edge of the blood river, slowly extending to the end of the blood river, and Jian Wushuang stepped on this blood bridge, A large amount of blood surged from his body, and a layer of bloody armor faintly appeared on his body.
The aura on his body also surged again.
Jian Wushuang glanced at Su Ming, and the next moment, his figure moved.
(End of chapter)