Eternal Sacred King Chapter 915: Practice for another 500 years!
Strong!
Shock!
The third sword in the vision list is missing, the most outstanding descendant of the sword sect, but in the fight against each other, even the sword can't be drawn!
If this matter spreads out, it will cause an uproar!
Nangong Ling's mind was in confusion.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for him to imagine that the sword would be defeated so thoroughly without a trace!
Normally speaking, the sword cultivates the vision of returning ten thousand swords to the sect without a trace, and is recognized by the kendo. Any sword cultivator in front of him will be suppressed!
But this battle seems to be the opposite.
The sword disappeared in front of the little uncle, like a child, being smashed in the face was just a mess, and he couldn't even pull out the sword!
"What a strong body, what a strong melee!"
Wu Tianyu murmured while looking at the two people who were fighting each other on the long street.
On the Long Street, the sword kept retreating without a trace, his face no longer had the original pride and calmness, instead he was panicked.
Nothing to fight back!
"Sword Without Trace was defeated?"
Many monks watched this scene in disbelief.
Although it is said that the vision list is the ranking of the strength of the Jindan real people, after entering the Nascent Soul Realm, it is no accident that the monks who can be ranked on the list will never be too weak!
Everyone didn't expect that the third sword in the vision list would lose to a little-known monk in Qingshan without a trace!
Furthermore, as a sword repairer, from beginning to end, he has never made a sword!
This is really a shame for Jian Xiu!
"The thief must be arrogant!"
"Save Brother!"
The dozen or so Sword Sect monks who stood by and watched the battle, seeing that the sword had come to this point without a trace, they couldn't care much about it anymore, and they all shot!
Om! Hum! Hum!
The sword light is shining and shocking, the sword aura is vertical and horizontal, and the edge is exposed, forming an airtight sword net, covering Su Zimo!
"What are you doing, do you want to be shameless and bully less!"
Ru Xuan couldn't bear it and shouted immediately.
Nangong Ling and Liu Hanyan didn't say anything, they immediately sacrificed the magic weapon, pinched the magic weapon, and prepared to make a move to help Su Zimo.
Cang Cang!
At this moment, the sound of the sharp sword being unsheathed resounded throughout the world!
A stunning sword light appeared on the long street, a vast expanse of whiteness, blazing and dazzling, traversing the void!
The long sword behind the sword without a trace was pulled out!
This long sword is slender and sharp, and it is cold. There are six magic patterns on the sword. It is extremely dazzling. It is an innate true monarch magic weapon!
The third in the list of visions, he is also a descendant of Jianzong, and it's normal to have innate true monarch magical tools!
This magic sword comes from a lot of origin. It is called Jinghong Magic Sword. It is a magic weapon with no trace of the sword. It is also the third reward on his vision list!
Group repairs moved.
Unexpectedly, at the last minute, this sword was still out of its sheath!
Everyone knows that Jian Xiu holds a long sword with his bare hands and is completely a monk of two levels!
"If the sword is in hand without a trace, the man in the green shirt is in danger."
"Well, the sword without a trace is sharp, and you get the true legend of Jianzong, if... eh? That's not right!"
The person stared, suddenly unable to speak.
Many monks have also found anomalies.
Nangong Ling stared at him, couldn't help but shocked, and there was incredible color in his eyes!
The Shocking Magic Sword was not in the hands of Jian Wuxiang.
In the hands of the little uncle!
The one who drew the Jinghong Magic Sword was not Jian Wuwen, but Su Zimo!
Not only will you hit until you can't draw the sword, but you will also have to take your sword!
At this moment, the large net of sword energy released by more than a dozen sword repairmen of Jianzong has descended, and the cold air is biting, as if the void is cut into pieces!
Su Zimo holds the Jinghong Longsword in his hand, makes a long whistle, and slashes with his backhand!
Boom!
This sword actually cuts out the sound of the howling of the ocean!
Su Zimo uses a long sword to cut out the turbulent mood in the Ding Hai Scroll!
The mana in mid-air is surging, and the sword light is stern, as if it has turned into a stormy sea, and hit the sword net heavily!
In an instant, a dozen swordsmen had an illusion in their hearts, that they seemed to be caught in the raging sea, and would be overwhelmed at any time!
It's not just them.
Even the monks onlookers felt like they were in the waves, shaking, and spinning around!
In the deep and turbulent ocean, every monk feels very small.
This is the real power of heaven and earth!
Wu Tianyu quickly closed his eyes, kept calming his mind and condensing his soul, this feeling gradually dissipated.
"So strong sword intent!"
The Feiyumen monk next to him was shocked, his face pale.
Wu Tianyu slowly opened his eyes, frowned slightly, looked weird, and murmured: "Sword Intent..."
For some reason, he always feels that this sword intent is a little weird, it seems that it lacks some of the edge of kendo, but it is more heavy!
Ding jingle!
On the battlefield, a series of Jin Ge strikes sounded!
The sword net is broken!
All the sword light dissipated in an instant, and the heaven and the earth returned to calm again.
Nangong Ling and Liu Hanyan stopped and quietly dispersed their fingertips.
Because it is no longer needed.
It's just a sword, the victory or defeat is already divided!
A dozen sword repairmen fell not far away, their faces were bleak, all the long swords in their hands were broken, and the tips of their swords were scattered on the ground.
For some sword repairs, the tiger's mouth was shattered, blood flowed, and the long sword couldn't hold it, and it was thrown aside.
The ranks of these long swords are not low.
Either it is a top-grade true monarch magical device, or a top-grade true monarch magical device.
But now, everything has been scrapped, reduced to a pile of broken copper and iron!
The whole process, seemingly simple, is just a sword.
But it is Su Zimo's powerful physical power, combined with the innate shocking magic sword, and with the powerful burst of sword intent, to achieve this effect!
On the long street, there is only the tall figure standing tall, with black hair fluttering, green shirt standing upright, holding a long sword, and looking indifferent.
Su Zimo raised the long sword in his hand and flicked it with his fingers ~IndoMTL.com~ The sword body trembled, and the sound of the sword humming became clearer and louder.
"Good sword."
Su Zimo exclaimed and said without a doubt: "It's mine."
Speaking, he has put this shocking magic sword in his storage bag and walked out of the city.
The three of Nangong Ling were stunned for a while, and hurriedly followed.
This time, in Fengyun City, no one dared to block Su Zimo's way!
Sword Without a Trace looked unwilling, looking at Su Zimo's back, gritted his teeth and said: "Do you dare to return the Shocking Magic Sword to me? Let's fight again! As long as I hold the sword in my hand, I... "
Sword without a trace was not finished, the clothes on his body suddenly burst, shattered into pieces and scattered on the ground.
His!
The next moment, the group was in an uproar, and there was a wave of restlessness!
"What are you doing!"
Sword looked around without a trace and found that all the monks were staring at him, their eyes were complicated, shocked, shocked, compassionate, and mocking...
"What are you looking at!"
Sword Without a trace, he roared again, his eyes were red, and his expression was a bit stubborn.
"Brother, you, your chest..."
A Sword Sect cultivator's voice trembled, pointing to the sword's chest without a trace, and his expression was inexplicable horror.
Sword looked down without a trace.
I don’t know when, something pierced his chest with blood dripping with five words of blood written on it-another five hundred years of practice!
Sword without a trace only felt cold all over his body, cold hands and feet.
These five words must have been written by the man in the blue shirt on his chest just before the two played against each other!
This means that if the man in the green shirt wanted to kill him, he would have died how many times!
These five words are more uncomfortable than killing him!
Every word punishes the heart!
"Puff!"
Under everyone's eyes, Jian was hit by such a blow without a trace, and his heart attacked. He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and fainted on the spot.