"What the hell did you do... You cast this sword, and what are you going to do?"
"After being confused for ten years, I just remembered. My sword is the truth between heaven and earth. Strength is the truth, and powerlessness is the truth. Whether you focus on it or not, it's all about the sword."
Luo Mingping swung a big sword, and the clouds were swirling around him, almost giving the illusion of a giant pushing away the clouds.
"After today, Luo Ming is a sinner in the world. All I can do is revenge and then die."
Chapter 131 Give Me Time for a Song
"Before our duel... Miss Shen, you still have something to return to Luo."
As soon as the words fell, Shen Yiren intuitively felt that the cold wind swept across the back of the crane's neck, and then saw Aples take Diyuan Longtu's sword with both palms.
Shen Yi's man-machine changed extremely fast, rolled down and hid behind Aples, but turned back.
Aples originally hoped that Shen Yiren would be able to rescue Ming Feizhen and have more available combat power. Unexpectedly, the intention was exposed.
He is a heroic person, and he does not want to fail.
"You two swords just now, is this the shocking theory of Guizang Sword Theory..."
Aples watched his opponent, not letting him disappear again from his sight.
There was a faint glow on the body, and the ghost force field enveloped the whole body. He has just reached the seventh level of his ghost nerve, and has not yet stabilized, let alone cultivated to the realm of Dacheng. Reluctantly using it temporarily, in front of Luo Ming, a great expert who has been in the arena for half his life, the danger of exposing his shortness is even greater. Then the sixth realm is still used.
Luo Ming's swordsmanship became more and more unfathomable. Before seeing the tricks clearly, Aples could only resist with force.
"It's just a normal stab."
Luo Ming counted points on the Poison King. The Poison King was locked all over the body's acupuncture points by Aples' internal force. If the internal strength is similar, a palm can force out the potential in his body. On the other hand, Luo Ming swiped several times, and the restraint on the Poison King was cut open by the sword energy, and then driven out with internal force. This shows that Luo Ming's internal strength is not as good as that of Aples.
Aples looked at it and said, "Luo Ming, are you saying that the sword that forced me to retreat just now was just a sword that didn't even have any tricks?"
"Why do you think I'm lying to you?"
Luo Ming put down the Poison King and confronted the ghost again.
"I have practiced this stab technique since childhood to old age, and I have practiced diligently every day for decades. I have a solid foundation for decades. Speaking of which, the swordsmanship that I am most familiar with is not in any way, it is just this stab. This thorn is ordinary, can there be such a reason in the world?"
The reason is simple, but it is also boring. No matter who is practicing, the initial posture is always the same, always the same. But if a stab can be effective, wouldn't all the martial arts in the world become waste paper
"Gui Zangjian is a practice, and stabbing is also a practice. Why can't it be a sword? It's just right for you, and that thorn can produce the most effect. Why bother to seek distance?"
Unexpectedly, Aples understood that what he said was the best truth in martial arts, and it was difficult to refute it for a while.
"Since what you said is so wonderful, let's see the real chapter under your hand." There was a deep blue light in his eyes.
With a huge internal force on the fist, Aples slowly pushed out. A surging wall of air slowly moved towards Luo Ming along with the faint blue candlelight on the bottom of the sea. Its momentum is huge, as if this Whale God Island is an incarnation of the manifestation, and it will crush all obstacles on the road. This is inspired from just now. Luo Ming's internal strength is not as strong as his own, and he can only use strength to win. Luo Mingjian's speed is incomparable to him. But if you attack slowly, you can get miraculous results.
A half-old swordsman with a slightly hunched figure appeared, staring at the shadowy light that was pressing down like a giant elephant, but he was not shaken in the slightest.
"It's hard to convince people because of self-confidence."
The golden sword body is full of empty flowers, and the huge blue light like a whale is as thin as crisp paper, and it is divided into two points. This is the second time this phenomenon has occurred. Aples has already filed a record, with both hands closed on the left and the right, and the two-point air wall is advancing from the left and the right.
However, Luo Ming's sword did not stop there. The next moment Aples saw was a strange scene where the blue light was cut into dozens of segments.
Although Candlelight You Ying is not the only one that can resist, but to 'break open', you must use the same tricks as Candlelight.
But watching Diyuan Long Tujian rising from the remnant star, like a dragon swimming, even several swords smashed the candle light. It's like a hot knife cutting into the grease, smooth and unobstructed. However, the red light belonging to Luo Ming showed no sign of light up at all, and he doubted what he saw in his eyes.
A terrifying, almost absurd thought came to mind.
- This sword can cut candles and shine!
After all the defenses were broken, Luo Ming walked three feet in front of Aples. At this time, the candle light that represented the frontier world and assimilated into the golden red with the sword finally appeared.
The sword shadow swayed, the blood light flew, and Aples avoided it in embarrassment. Then, he heard the shaking of the sky, the dust surged up, and the sound of wood and stone collapsing and shattering could be heard. Behind him, the distant pavilion was cut off by a sword just now.
"This is a shocking theory, but it's nothing special." The tone was indifferent and unbelievable, but he didn't mean to look down on his opponent at all, as if he didn't take the victory or defeat in his heart.
At this moment, Aples finally understood the meaning of his sentence 'The theory of returning to Tibetan swords is practice, and stabbing is also practice, so why can't it become a sword'.
Luo Ming finally understood the "Guizang Jian Lun". What is described in Guizang Sword Theory is not the superior swordsmanship, but the principle of martial arts in this world.
He never knew. The general rule is that every sword theory is a superior exercise method, and it is tirelessly studied. As everyone knows, it's all wrong, everything is messed up. "Gui Zang Jian Lun" is the way to transform and regenerate all things. All things are originally a family, blindly weeding out the weak and keeping the strong, wanting to climb to the top, how can it be the same as heaven and earth
He has gone the wrong way for ten years. When the toxins in the body were exhausted, he suddenly realized the mistakes of the past.
Maybe he couldn't master all the sword theory in one go, but the essence of it was already clear. Therefore, with a random sword, the sword is self-sufficient.
Losing the inner strength of the dual-element poison art, it brought his cultivation back to its original state. Even in the hands of the sea to hunt deer, Aples is not sure to win. What's more, Luo Ming also has a divine sword in his hand that can break a candle and shine brightly.
A few wisps of sharp and thin sword wind swept in front of him, but Aples felt a chill in his heart, subconsciously covered his whole body with a ghost force field, and turned his back to avoid it. Hearing a few muffled groans, Aples was covered in blood. The sharp sound of the sword, Alan's exclamation, and the muffled sound of falling to the ground were divided into several distinct paragraphs, which were heard in a very short period of time.
When he noticed it, Aples was already lying on the ground. The sword was hit by several vital points on his body, and he was seriously injured and could not move at all.
"Believe it or not, I don't want to kill you. Bodhi Aples."
Luo Ming slowly walked to Aples's side, together with the great sword that was emitting light.
"You are one of the few true heroes I have ever seen, and Luo Mou admires it. But you have woken up from the 'seven emotions', and Luo Mou asked himself if he has the ability to trap you again. I have to kill you."
When Aples was desperately trying to hold up, he heard the girl's voice.
"Wait!"
It was a dignified figure. Although slender and slender, with a girly charm, he unconsciously thought that such a figure should appear in the military tent.
"Miss Shen, Luo also admires your courage. But I don't think you are qualified to stand here at this time. And the matter of overjourning is not over yet."
"I'm not your opponent." Shen Yiren was not completely sure, but there was no tremor in her voice. "Give me a moment, and I'll give you a satisfactory opponent."
"...Are you talking about that person? It doesn't matter if he is already dead. To find something in the cauldron of the refining god, with Miss Shen's ability, it will take at least an hour. Luomou doesn't have that time."
"No need." Shen Yiren said: "You just need to give me... a song time."
When Luo Ming heard it inexplicably, Shen Yiren actually closed his eyes.
What's even more strange is that as soon as she cleared her throat, she actually started
"There is a big yellow ox by the water's edge~ There are two little turtles at the bottom of the river~"
Luo Ming was stunned.
"…What kind of joke is this?"
"The turtle is slowly afraid of going home~ It's the February Bend on the lake~"