There seemed to be golden wave peanuts on the sword, but when the ripples surged and separated from the sword body, it turned into pieces of golden phoenix feathers.
Countless bright yellow sword qi condensed into substance flew up from his sword like thousands of phoenix feathers, dense like a blizzard, and fled towards the surrounding heaven and earth.
Thousands of thunder and fire were all torn apart, only a pale spark fluttered in the bright yellow sword energy like a candle in the wind.
This is the real way to break through.
With the generation and stimulation of these sword qis, Yuan Wu's body is constantly expanding in the perception of everyone, even ordinary people, becoming huge, immeasurable, and directly connected to the endless void.
He is like an unimaginably tall giant connected to the sky.
Without using any tricks, relying on pure strength, he crushed all the symbols and forced out Zheng Xiu's hidden Xinghuo sword.
This is the power of the eight realms. However, compared with the Lushan League, his control of the power of the eight realms is obviously very proficient and casual.
Thousands of phoenix-feather-like sword energy produced by the sharp vibration, the sword in his hand went from the sharp vibration to the absolute stillness, without the slightest pause.
In the next instant, the sword in his hand had already been handed out towards the cold spark.
The momentary reversal from extreme movement to sudden stillness, this segment that seemed to be inconsistent with the laws of the world, made countless practitioners present even feel uncomfortable.
The bright yellow sword light collided with the pale spark with incomparable accuracy.
But it was not a slash, but a slap.
It was obviously a narrow sword light, but it was like a huge wave slapping in the void. With a muffled "buzz", the pale star fire was abruptly reversed and rushed back towards Zheng Xiu.
There is only a little spark scattered, and the power is only slightly weakened.
Ding Ning has a secret sword intent, but it is just borrowing some sword intent after all, just like grabbing some traces of the sword energy passing by, it is completely different from Yuan Wu's sword.
Zhao Yi couldn't see such a picture, but everything he saw in his perception was clearer than most of the people present.
He couldn't help shaking his head.
He didn't expect Yuan Wu to be so powerful.
Even though his own realm today is not the same as that of the battle on the Weihe River back then, but he can be sure in his heart that if he changes himself, he may not be able to withstand Yuan Wu's full strength sword now.
There was a muffled bang in the air.
Zheng Xiu's body had already left the hull and jumped into the air.
The battle between her and Yuan Wu's level of practitioners was originally to see who can take the lead and control the rhythm of the battle in their own hands.
With the help of that talisman, she has already seized the opportunity.
However, Yuan Wu turned offense into defense while breaking her sword intent.
This pale spark was still tens of feet away from her, and the terrifying strength of vitality had already impacted her body-protecting essence, forcing her down from the midair.
Her feet hit the ground.
A wave of air visible to the naked eye spread from her ankles into the surrounding air.
The port floor under her feet was paved with blue rocks.
This kind of rock is extremely hard. After countless years of port use, the rolling of chariots and horses, and the friction of cables, only shallow marks are left, and the surface is only polished smooth.
However, with the spread of this wave of air, cracks like spider webs appeared on the hard rock, and the cracks spread rapidly, and the inside was like a kettle of boiling water, chi chi gushing out streams of energy.
The stone chips flew up and hit the ship along the harbor, making a terrible crash.
The ships began to shake violently, and dense wounds appeared on the hulls.
Zheng Xiu's indifferent eyes also flashed a strange brilliance, and she did not expect that Yuan Wu's cultivation had reached such a level.
However, neither her state of mind nor her body was shaken in the slightest.
Her feet were stuck like nails on the ground of the constantly exploding port, and she stretched out her hand towards the pale star that fell head-on.
With a bang, it was as if an oven had been erected in the world.
The heat, which was so hot that people outside the port felt unbearable, rushed from her hands to the sky and the earth.
At the center of the oven was the small sword tightly held in her palm.
The moment the two sword lights faced each other, the pale sparks shattered easily like burnt paper ashes.
Zhao Si's natal sword itself has been tempered for a long time in the turbulent flow of sparks. This kind of spark can't pose any threat to it at all. On the contrary, many scattered sparks are instantly absorbed by this natal sword .
Surrounded by pale flames, the blade of this fiery little sword became huge.
Zheng Xiu's movement was so stable that it seemed to be stagnant, but this sword light was so fast that it exceeded the perception of most of the monks present.
The sword light pierced through the air in an instant, piercing Yuan Wu's eyebrows.
In the blazing starlight, Yuan Wu's facial features and flesh were illuminated almost transparently, and his pupils seemed to be on fire.
"Is this the Zhao Jian furnace sword you have raised for a long time?"
However, a playful smile flashed on the corner of his mouth.
When this kind of smile bloomed, the unimaginably thick vitality of heaven and earth surged out from all the holes in his body.
Accompanied by the terrifying tearing sound, those condensed and entangled pale sparks were shaken away from the natal sword, and turned into floating candle-like objects, shooting out in all directions.
The natal sword in Zheng Xiu's hand was still moving forward through the air, and together with her body, it brought out afterimages in the air.
The bright yellow long sword that had just been slapped in his hand was lifted up very simply and violently, and then, like a long stick, it fell towards Zheng Xiu's head!
The sound of countless glass shattering resounded in the air.
The blades of the two swords didn't really meet, but the collision between the vitality had already caused Zheng Xiu's body to be thrown backwards in an instant.
Her body swept sideways like a wild goose with broken wings, flew over the swaying ships, and slammed heavily into the surface of the Wei River.
Yuan Wu's sword-holding hand only swayed slightly, and his knees were slightly bent, but he didn't want to relieve the force, but to exert force again!
In the next instant, his figure had disappeared in place.
Today is not a complicated battle formation, he only needs to deal with Zheng Xiu, so he doesn't need to be stingy with the true energy in his body.
This kind of tactics is not good-looking, but it is very practical and domineering.
His figure has reached the top of Zheng Xiu.
This is a sense of speed and momentum that shocked everyone present.
The wind current he brought caused many smaller boats to shake and even capsize directly, crashing into the water.
The sword in his hand has already been raised, and in the next moment, the sword will be smashed down like a giant stick, enough to smash Zheng Xiu into the bottom of the river!
However, at this time, something unexpected happened to him.
Zheng Xiu handed out the sword faster than him.
In other words, Zheng Xiu's sword intent was cast and formed faster than him.