There was a soft chirp.
A scorching mark appeared on Shichang Luo's chest, a gray mist surged in his pupils, his whole body kept flying backwards, but his feet kept sliding close to the ground.
Zhao Ce maintained the posture of swinging the sword, the vortex in front of him was cut by this sword mark, and then burned.
Countless palm-sized dust spewed out crazily from the space a few feet in front of him, like a pile of dead leaves of sycamore trees were placed in the wind and blown out.
There is always a layer of black air around the place where the soles of Master Luo's feet are in contact with the ground, and a terrifying force keeps falling on the ground under his feet, causing countless spider web-like cracks to appear on the ground.
Teacher Luo was a little shocked.
It was a little difficult for him to understand that the sword drawn by the opponent was so powerful.
Zhao Ce was also a little shocked. It was difficult for him to understand that the sword intent had clearly entered the opponent's body, but the opponent forcibly dispelled the power that had penetrated into the body in a strange way.
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Master Luo was flying back, but Zhao Ce didn't move with his sword.
This picture fell in the eyes of everyone inside and outside the city, and it was Teacher Luo who seemed invincible.
However, Zhao Ce at this time, including some of the most powerful practitioners on this battlefield, noticed some details.
In the countless spider web-like cracks blooming on the ground, some dark gray vitality surged up.
These dark gray vitality are like dead bones sticking out from the ground, exuding a rotten smell, but they have attracted a lot of fresh vitality from this world.
Freshness is only just generated, only relative.
This kind of vitality itself exudes a strong yin and cold smell, which comes from the blood and bodies of many practitioners who have just died on the battlefield.
This is yin qi. The vitality needed by practitioners who practice the way of ghosts comes from death, and it comes from the breath released by some creatures who were once very powerful and accumulated a large amount of heaven and earth vitality in their bodies after death.
This is why practitioners who practice the way of Yin Qi and ghosts often need to practice in some very old cemeteries.
However, there are very few practitioners who can directly attract a large amount of Yin Qi outside their body to fight against the enemy.
Especially on this kind of battlefield where corpses are everywhere, such a method can only be described as horror.
Practitioners who can perceive these details, including Zhao Ce himself, know that Master Luo's next attack will definitely be stronger.
In a sense, the sword that Zhao Ce just cast has the charm of the legendary master Zhao Jianlu, and it is even not much different from the power of his master's sword back then.
Of course, this was already the strongest sword Zhao Ce could unleash.
Even such a sword can't defeat Shi Zhangluo, so is there any possibility of winning
In the eyes of all practitioners who can notice these details, Zhao Ce will undoubtedly fail.
However, Zhao Ce himself did not think so.
He draws the sword.
The sword mark just now was a light slash in the air, but this time when he drew the sword, he simply raised the sword and slashed at the teacher in front of him.
The air in front of him suddenly became extremely hot.
Even people hundreds of feet away felt the heat wave blowing towards their faces.
This kind of heat is no stranger to these practitioners around. According to various records in the world of practitioners, the practitioners of Zhao Jianlu have been accompanied by flames for a long time. In their daily practice, their bodies contain infinite energy. With the fire intent, the vitality of heaven and earth accumulated in their bodies was extremely hot.
However, what is shocking is that the enthusiasm at this time surpassed any of Zhao Ce's previous sword strikes, and even made people naturally have an incredible taste.
At this moment, many exclamations naturally sounded.
The fiery red long sword in Zhao Ce's hand was burning.
This unprecedented heat first came from the burning of the long sword in his hand.
Previously, his sword had been flowing with flames, even fiery vitality as viscous as magma, but at this time, all the practitioners who couldn't help but screamed could clearly see that his sword was really , It started to burn from the inside out!
This sword exudes a strong natal aura, so it is naturally Zhao Cewen's natal sword that has been raised for many years.
The true essence and heaven and earth vitality in Zhao Jianlu practitioners' bodies are so hot that they can melt gold and iron, so the sword embryos they tempered over many years are the best in the world, and I don't know how high the temperature can withstand. In particular, the natal sword that has been refined after many years of practice is a magic weapon that no craftsman in the world can create.
However, at this time, Zhao Ce used a violent method to make his sword burn directly.
It really cracks, disintegrates, and burns like dry wood.
This has nothing to do with sword intent.
It was just an extremely pure cut, but the violent increase in temperature brought about a violent increase in strength.
There is no wiggle room.
At this moment, his natal sword turned into a mass of violent flames with a bang, and then he held up the mass of violent flames and slashed towards Master Luo.
Yet this is just the beginning.
The true essence and the vitality of heaven and earth in his body began to burn, transforming into terrifying heat.
Puff puff…
There was a deflagration everywhere in the air.
All the traces of Yin Qi gushing out from the ground also burned up.
The entire space seemed to be imprisoned by the fire, but there was still the vitality of the world around it that was crazily drawn over.
Before taking a breath, Shi Changluo's face was extremely calm, he was sure that he could win this battle.
However, at this moment, his complexion was pale, and his eyes were full of unbelievable brilliance.
This is the complete burning of the sword, true energy and life of a practitioner who has tempered his whole life, with determination and courage that are hard to surpass in the world.
And the power of such a sword, he can't match it at all.
He also knew the most fundamental reason why he couldn't match.
He believes that the outcome of kendo is based on life and death.
However, the opponent's kendo completely ignores life and death.
No matter whether he wins the sword or not, the opponent will die, and he should die too.
What's the point of such a victory
"Death Sword!"
These three words clearly appeared in his mind.
This was Wang Jingmeng's evaluation of Zhao Jianlu's practitioners back then.
When these three words clearly appeared in his mind, an unspeakable bitterness filled his mouth and his whole body.
Even after many years, facing Wang Jingmeng back then, it is still impossible for him to win.
Because at that time, Wang Jingmeng already knew the real horror of Zhao Jianlu's practitioners, and he knew that Zhao Jianlu's most powerful is this kind of desperate sword that disregards life and death, but he still had the courage to challenge that master to a duel .
But now he himself does not have the courage to face Zhao Ce's sword.
An indescribable cry of pain burst out of his mouth.
All the true essence and the vitality of heaven and earth in his body burst out, and countless black flowers bloomed in the space. The power bursting out from these flowers did not move forward, but only wrapped around his body and tore open the space behind.
In everyone's field of vision, Shi Zhangluo's skin was dry and scorched. All he could do was to flee backwards crazily, turning into a cloud of green smoke.
This sword has exhausted all the strength of Master Luo.
The burning natal sword in Zhao Ce's hand disappeared, and all the true energy in his body was forced out, turning into hundreds of streams of fire in the air in front of him.
Most of the blood in his body was dried up by himself, and even his breath at this time sparked several flames.