"So, so many of us in Zhao Jianlu have been wrongly blaming him."
Zhao Ce sighed softly, "But he doesn't have a good end. He is worse than my master. My master doesn't believe in people and has nothing to do with the world, but he believes in the wrong people."
Teacher Luo looked at him noncommittally, but didn't say anything.
The fight with Wang Jingmeng changed the trajectory of his life. If there is no such a person as Wang Jingmeng in this world, maybe he is the number one person in the world, the sword idiot of Bashan Sword Field, and the most powerful genius.
However, even if he failed to assassinate Wang Jingmeng back then, the progress of his practice was slowed down due to the heavy injuries, which had a great impact on his practice in this life, but that was his own choice. enemy, but he doesn't have much hatred.
Zhao Ce thought for a while, and then asked seriously, "So in all fairness, if Wang Jingmeng and my master from back then had a fight, who would win?"
Teacher Luo shook his head: "From a logical point of view, I think your master will win. Wang Jingmeng is omnipotent. Any trick he can come up with at his fingertips, and any trick in his hands will turn decay into magic. His sword moves are as clever as Tian Cheng, every flow of vitality seems to be in its original position. However, no matter how delicate the sword moves are, there are always traces to follow. Sometimes your master's sword moves are close to the intuition of the body, which is the natural way for the sword master's body and vitality to communicate But who can say clearly about this kind of thing, whose opinion does not represent the result itself, a sword master will go through countless stages in his life, Wang Jingmeng when he fought in Han, Zhao and Wei Dynasties and finally fought in Changling The Wang Jingmeng at that time was different, think about how old your master was at that time, and how long Wang Jingmeng had been practicing swordsmanship, if everyone lived in another ten years, who would win?"
"You are right. In this matter, I, Zhao Jianlu, are obsessed."
Zhao Ce nodded, said no more, raised the sword in his hand, laid it across his chest, and said to the teacher, "Please."
When he said the word "please", it meant the real start of the battle.
The terrifying heat that had been surging and expanding in the air suddenly disappeared, returning to his body and the long sword in his hand.
The flames on the long sword in his hand, which was bursting with dazzling red flames, disappeared, and the whole long sword became like ordinary iron, but his whole body seemed to swallow all the flames, and his skin radiated red jade. like luster.
The most frightening thing is his double pupil.
His pupils turned completely crimson, as crystal clear as jewels, completely filled with a crazy and violent aura.
Without any normal human nature, it is completely a kind of complete demon nature.
In the world of practitioners, if a practitioner completely falls into the world created by his own sword intent, and his mind is trapped in it and cannot extricate himself, he is possessed by a demon.
This is a terrible thing for practitioners themselves.
However, Zhao Ce's first sword was to make himself bewitched.
Before his sword could actually stab out, the world around him and his master was already filled with his demonic killing intent.
In the sky that seemed absolutely empty to ordinary practitioners, large flakes of gray dust began to appear, like gray snow falling down in succession.
A black ripple rippled from Shi Zhangluo's body like a stream of water, and then the ripple turned into a wave, constantly hitting the surrounding void.
Shi Zhangluo began to draw the sword, his hand was empty, but his right hand extended from his chest to the outside, and a dark hilt appeared in his right hand, with a ghostly thick flame connected to his chest.
For a while, even the sounds of the siege fell silent.
In a sense, this can be regarded as a contest between Zhao Jianlu and Bashan Sword Field. All practitioners inside and outside the city know that the fight between the two has already started in space at this time.
A strange natal aura continued to expand as Shi Zhangluo drew his sword, thick black natal vitality gushed out of his chest, and then continuously turned into the body of the sword in Shi Zhangluo's hands.
It was as if he was pulling a pitch-black bone out of his body.
His movements are slow.
The picture at this time is very strange.
It seemed that one person was just concentrating on drawing his sword, while the other person was just quietly bewitching himself, but there were more and more large pieces of gray dust falling in the air.
When the tip of the pitch-black sword in Shi Zhangluo's hand finally appeared, he drew the sword. At the moment when the tip of the sword separated from his body, hundreds of black lines were drawn, and then a shadow of a figure was covered by these black lines. The thread was drawn from his body.
With this strike, Master Luo seemed to have drawn out his own soul.
All the gray dust that was falling in the air and the gray dust that had already fallen on the ground danced wildly and rushed towards Zhao Ce's body.
The gray dust piled up like a shell, filling Zhao Ce's body in an instant, turning Zhao Ce into a gray stone statue.
However, in the next moment, the eyes of the stone statue burned up, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes.
This stone statue seems to have been enchanted.
A click sounded from the sword in Zhao Ce's hand.
Many burning dust particles flew from the cracks on the gray stone shell on the sword body, and then these dust particles flew away, cutting off the practitioner's perception.
Everyone could clearly see Zhao Ce standing there, the stone shell cracked and burning, but no one could sense his existence.
The first is to be enchanted, and then the consciousness is broken, just like the supreme sword intent of Lingxu Sword Gate.
Teacher Luo couldn't perceive the existence of Zhao Ce in his perception, but his mood did not fluctuate at all, because he knew very well that his previous blow could not completely defeat Zhao Ce, and what Zhao Ce used now was not his. strongest means.
The pitch-black long sword in his hand made a light pop.
There were many black human body-like vitality surging out.
A black spot of light suddenly appeared on the ground in front of Zhao Ce, and then condensed into a black bamboo shoot.
With the growth of this bamboo shoot, a strange force constantly impacted the space where Zhao Ce was.
Pieces of glass-like crystal light scattered in all directions, as if many mirrors were shattered at the same time.
Zhao Ce's figure completely disappeared there.
When he appeared in the eyes of everyone in the next moment, he had already appeared less than seven feet away from the teacher Luo.
boom!
The magic light in his eyes has disappeared, but the whole body and the long sword are burning violently like never before, exploding outwards, and then following his simple and violent sword slashing down, the flames rose again, forming a cloud around his body. The real flame furnace, and then the whole flame furnace flowed down from the tip of his sword like a drop of water, and the space shook again, enveloping the teacher inside!
The pitch-black long sword in Shi Zhangluo's hand disappeared, and he raised his palm slightly, and a fine black smoke flew up where the pitch-black natal long sword disappeared.
His whole body is divided into black and white from the middle, the left half of his body is so black that he can't see his face clearly, while the right half of his body is dazzlingly white, shooting out thousands of rays of light, a terrifying force condensed into a line, and turned the furnace Also cut from it!
Zhao Ce's brows were deeply frowned. The method of ghosts and ghosts that Master Luo had cultivated from somewhere was integrated with the sword scriptures of Bashan Sword Field. At this time, the power was so weird that he couldn't measure it at all.
At the moment when the Hong Furnace Sword was broken, he only felt an invisible vortex appearing in front of him.
This invisible vortex has two completely different powers from yang to yin, and part of the power even comes from the power of the sword he just cast.
He couldn't break the blow of the teacher's network.
He can even be sure that at any moment before today, it is absolutely impossible for him to win against such a network of teachers.
Today, however, he doesn't think so.
Because just before he drew that sword mark, he seemed to be there, and finally captured the charm of his master's sword back then.
At this time, he didn't have any other distracting thoughts in his mind, but simply, he drew his sword forward again and drew that sword mark.
The flaming sword swept the air in front of him.
A fiery red sword mark appeared in the air.