"It's a very good sword. It's a pity that you met me." The moment Yi Ziyu took out the sword, Su Chen reacted and judged it with his taste. This sword was quite amazing.
At least, Su Chen was sure that this sword could easily kill a strong person on the ninth level of the avenue like Jin Suer.
In fact, when this sword was struck, Jin Su'er could not even react at all, and would be killed.
It's a pity that he, Su Chen, is not Jin Su'er.
Compared to Jin Su'er, he has a stronger soul.
Don't underestimate this powerful soul. The soul represents perception.
"Purple Blood Sword" is very secretive. It combines the art of concealment with the great law of concealment, making it invisible to the point of invisibility, reaching its peak.
But Su Chen still clearly felt the fluctuation trajectory of the sword light.
There is no way, under the transformation of the three powers, Su Chen can tyrannize as many as one thousand or ten thousand Yi Ziyu's souls in an instant.
With such invincible spiritual perception, the hidden sword light has nowhere to escape.
Uh-huh!
Su Chen also drew his sword.
Seeing that the sword light of the "Purple Blood Sword" was right in front of him, he raised his hand and pointed.
No sword was used.
Once you practice swordsmanship to a certain level, your fingers can become swords.
Sword points.
Six levels of peak sword rhyme condensed on Su Chen's fingers and struck out in an instant.
hiss!
The sword glow was like a fired laser bullet.
Suddenly submerged into space.
It seemed that not a single splash was caused.
However, without any time interval, the sword light of "Purple Blood Sword" was hit.
It was clearly visible that the hidden sword light of the "Purple Blood Sword" could no longer be hidden. It clearly appeared in the air and was clearly cut in the middle by Su Chen's sword finger.
It's easy, really easy.
Just talking about the power of the sword, the sword finger under the peak sword charm of the sixth stage is no worse than the "Purple Blood Sword". The most terrifying thing about the "Purple Blood Sword" is that it is mysteriously hidden. Unfortunately, under Su Chen's Under the power of the soul, there is nowhere to hide, and it loses its maximum power, just like a tiger that has had its teeth and claws removed.
"No...impossible!!!" Yi Ziyu's eyes almost popped out. He swayed and almost fell to the ground. He shook his head fiercely, his breathing suddenly became heavy, and he didn't want to believe what he saw. it is true…
How could his "Purple Blood Sword" be defeated by Su Chen's casual sword fingers
How can it be? !
However, Yi Ziyu's reluctance to believe, shock, and swaying of thinking did not last long before being replaced by endless fear and utter shock.
because…
above.
"Eight Desolate Emperor Fist" has already determined the winner with the word 'Tao'.
The result was something Yi Ziyu simply couldn't accept.
How can it be
It was like seeing a ghost!
The fist seal of "Eight Desolate Emperor Fist" was broken into pieces...
And the word 'Tao', although its light has dimmed a lot, is still the word 'Tao'.
The two are competing, with the word 'Tao' taking precedence.
His invincible "Eight Desolate Emperor Fist" was defeated!
There is no excuse for moderation.
Just failed.
In a head-on collision, he lost to the word 'Tao'.
Yi Ziyu is really going crazy!
His "Eight Desolate Emperor Fist" can even fight at a higher level!
It is a martial art created by the most powerful emperor!
How could it be defeated
In Yi Ziyu's mind, there seemed to be a sky-devouring beast, roaring and roaring crazily, making explosions and waves, making his mind feel like a collapsed mountain, a mass of destruction.
"No! No!! Impossible!!!" Yi Ziyu really bit his teeth into pieces, and the corners of his mouth were covered with blood. His eyes were about to burst with bloodshot eyes. He roared, furious and losing his mind. roared.
And the word 'Tao' continues to press down.
It's like the sky is falling.
Coming towards Yi Ziyu.
"Fuck!" Yi Ziyu cursed loudly. At this moment, although he was confused, he also knew that he had lost and he was no match for Su Chen.
After using "Eight Desolate Emperor Fist" and "Purple Blood Sword" one after another, he failed to achieve the desired result and he was defeated.
Because there is not much profound energy left in his body.
I want to keep fighting!
It's hard.
At least, you can't use martial arts at the level of "Eight Desolate Emperor Fist" and "Purple Blood Sword". If you can't use them, how can you resist them
Yi Ziyu subconsciously wanted to escape.
It's a pity that being locked by the word "Tao", how could it be so easy to escape? Unless Yi Ziyu has mastered the laws of large space to a certain extent, it is a pity that he must at least be at the level of agility to have some chance. Unfortunately, he is only subtle.
The rules of the great road can be divided into subtle, agile, perfect and divine. Unfortunately, after mastering a great rule, almost no one will spend a lot of energy to understand this great rule from the subtle to the spiritual, perfect and divine. Yan.
If you have that time, you can use it to practice other things, and the effect will be better. No matter how bad it is, you can also use it to understand other Tao rules.
Moreover, until the will of the world of Heavenly Dao subsides, everything about the rules of the avenue will be suppressed.
It is very good to be able to master a great rule with great difficulty. Do you want to understand this great rule from its subtleties to its agility, perfection, and divine development? It's so whimsical.
Now, although the will of heaven has faded, it has only faded not long ago, and it has been less than a year.
"Damn it!!!" When he was sure that he couldn't evade the lock of the word 'Dao', Yi Ziyu was really anxious and panicked. His heart was cruel and his mind moved, and a yuan plate appeared in his hand.
"Open the Divine Origin Formation Disk for me!" Yi Ziyu shouted.
The Divine Origin Formation Disk is a good thing.
There is no such treasure in Da Luotian.
Even in Wuhentian, only a few people have it.
With someone of Yi Ziyu's stature, he owns a Divine Origin Formation Disk. Although it is only the lowest level Herringbone Divine Origin Formation Disk, it is still very precious.
This thing can save lives.
It gave him a great sense of security.
This Herringbone Divine Origin Formation Disk was given to him by his father over two thousand years ago because he had broken through to the Great Dao Realm.
Never used it in these years.
But today, it must be used.
As Yi Ziyu silently recited the formula.
A curtain of light poured down.
The light is like a shuttle.
Rays of light, like laser beams, emanated from the Divine Yuan Array Disk.
Many ways.
Densely packed.
Fast, precise web weaving.
In the blink of an eye, a formation network appeared.
This array network has an oval shape, is very stable, and is entirely golden.
Every node of the formation network is a stable formation eye.
There are no less than a thousand formation eyes in total.
There seem to be some special arrangements between the array eyes, making them more stable.
From a distance, Su Chen could smell a terrible smell of defense.