Nightfall Chapter 151: Take one sword out of thousands of swords, it is clear and shallow
No matter how magnificent the river is, it is impossible to flood the entire world, but when facing this river, no one can find those small dry mounds.
Jun Mo didn't look at the river, but he could feel the big river, so he found a foothold in the rushing water, turned his body slightly, and his feet fell there.
He opened his eyes again and watched the river flowing under his feet like time. There was no emotion like the teacher, and a bright luster radiated from the depths of his eyes.
His cheeks are pale, but his expression is still so peaceful.
A clear howl came from his lips.
Like a young phoenix, it is more like the first sound of a phoenix after being reborn from the fire.
The autumn wind is getting wild, and Jun Mo's black hair is dancing.
He opened his arms, his sleeves swaying in the wind.
His blood is pouring from his broken arm.
His thought power rushes wildly towards the surrounding world.
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Under the iron canopy of Qingxia, a sword in the hearth felt the call of that crazy power of thought. With a sneer, it pierced the cabinet, flew through the canopy, and flew to the wilderness.
In the Southern Wilderness, in the coalition camp of the Xiling Temple, there were countless exclamations suddenly. The practitioners of all sects suddenly discovered that the natal sword was out of their control!
The crisp sound of friction sounded one after another in the barracks. It was the sound of the friction between the sword and the scabbard. Numerous flying swords spun out of their own and flew towards the Qingxia.
In the depths of the green mountains, a few fallen leaves lightly covered a wide iron sword, with a broken arm still holding the hilt tightly. Suddenly, the iron sword trembled violently, but Bro Songtao flew up again !
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The world around the wilderness is full of Jun Mo's majestic thought power.
Countless swords, summoned by this power of thought, came from all directions, surpassing the lightning, and instantly traversed a long distance to the Qingxia. Straight thorn Liu Bai!
Liu Bai looked solemnly, retracted the broken sword and placed it in front of him, once again spreading out into the world.
Thousands of swords suddenly stopped in the autumn wind around him, hovering in the air.
There are too many swords, forming a huge sword ball, blocking the sky, and it looks extremely cold.
Full of killing intent.
This is the world of swords.
This is a world surrounded by swords.
Liu Bai is between thousands of swords.
He can't see the opposite. Even the connection with the vitality of heaven and earth. It seems to be interrupted.
He can only calculate.
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Jun Mo held his sword in Qianbaijian.
He uses his left hand.
Before Qingxia, there were swords everywhere, the sword intent was vertical and horizontal, and the atmosphere of heaven and earth was chaotic.
He can accurately find his iron sword.
Because his right arm is still on top of the iron sword. Reluctant to leave.
When he held the iron sword, he was holding his broken arm.
He drew out the iron sword, and then went to Liu Baithorn surrounded by thousands of swords.
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Liu Bai couldn't see it. It can't be calculated clearly.
But he felt the sword.
This is the strongest sword he has seen in his life.
It's even more terrifying than the sword in the hands of the Nanhai Sword God who made him the name of the sword master.
Liu Bai no longer hesitated.
He no longer crossed swords, no more walls, no moats.
At the most critical moment, he only trusted the sword itself.
At this time, Jun Mo successfully aroused all his combat power and pride.
He is confident that he is invincible in the world.
Before Dahejian, the leader Piyi.
No matter how terrifying Jun Mo's sword is, it cannot be his opponent.
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Liu Bai made a sword.
The river rushes into the plains.
He is a Juggernaut.
His sword is the sage of the sword.
He shoots a sword. There is only one sword left in this world.
Expand it within a short distance.
Thousands of swords suddenly fell apart, flying towards the green hills and plains.
Nothing can stop Liu Bai's sight and his sword.
But before Qingxia, there was a sword.
The iron sword was held in Jun Mo's hand.
Then Jun Mo held him in his hand.
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This sentence is not repeated.
It’s an accurate reality
The one holding the hilt is the broken arm.
Jun Mo held his broken arm.
This scene looks bloody, but it doesn't make any sense.
Except for the iron sword, it seems to have become longer.
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Jun Mo made a sword, focused and rigorous, even if he was bloodied. But still unwavering.
Liu Bai puts out his sword, and comes first. No one in the world has a sword faster than him.
However, Liu Bai only had a half-cut sword left in his hand.
The iron sword in Jun Mo's hand is longer than usual.
There was a very slight sound in front of Qingxia.
As if dripping water fell into the furnace, touching the hot red charcoal.
The iron sword pierced Liu Bai's chest.
Liu Bai's broken sword. There is still some distance from Jun Mo's throat.
Neither close nor far, just a foot in front of you.
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Liu Bai abandoned his sword.
Break the sword again. Into countless bright fragments.
The breath of heaven and earth on the sword is shaking and uneasy.
The field in front of the Qingxia began to vibrate, and there was a long roar.
In the whistling sound, Liu Bai retreated rapidly.
Coming like the Yellow River rushing into the sea, going like a flood.
With the breath of heaven and earth, he swept back dozens of feet like a ghost.
Then he stopped.
He started to cough.
All coughed up is blood.
He looked at the sword wound on his chest and frowned slightly.
At this time, he finally understood why Jun Mo had to control so many swords.
Because Jun Mo wants him to count.
Although he is the number one power in the world, he is not a man of heavenly calculation like Sangsang after all. No matter how strong he is, it is impossible to count all the changes.
Jun Mo doesn't need to count, because thousands of swords are fake, only his own iron sword is real.
But even so, Jun Mo's iron sword still couldn't get a foot in front of him.
Until the severed arm was severely injured, Jun Mo was very painful, angry, and unwilling. He has been rigorously observing the ceremony for many years, and his prestige, which has been bound by his own rules for so many years, finally broke out at this moment.
He closed his eyes and did not see the Yellow River coming up from the sky, avoiding Liu Bai's fatal sword.
He screamed, the green hills and plains trembled, and countless swords arrived.
Liu Bai's sword intent finally showed a gap.
Jun Mo's iron sword pierced through the gap.
The gap may be caused by Liu Bai deliberately.
Because he believes that his sword is the fastest at such a close distance.
But he didn't think of one thing.
Swordsmanship is divided into sword and law, and is divided into force and skill.
In addition to the speed, there are also lengths.
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Liu Bai smiled while looking down at the bleeding wound.
His smile is not lonely, only a touch of self-deprecation and emotion.
No matter how he thought, he couldn't think of the final outcome.
He can accept both losses, but he really finds it difficult to accept this reason.
This reason is really absurd.
The broken sword and the long sword met. For some reason, the person holding the broken sword stabbed the opponent to death, and for some reason, the person holding the long sword gained an advantage...
This is a battle scene that ordinary people who are new to swordsmanship can only imagine.
He and Jun Mo are the two strongest swordsmen in the world.
In the end, this method really ended the battle.
It suddenly occurred to him that the clear stream would become a big river with turbid waves, but it would become clear again after entering the sea. Could it be that kendo practiced to the extreme depths would follow the same principle?
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(Today I wrote these two chapters for eight hours and I can’t move it. I saw some comments and I was not very satisfied with these chapters. What I want to say is, this is really my IQ and ability. The problem is, everyone’s abilities have an upper limit. It is impossible to write as well as you want. I can only talk about the chapters of the Battle of Qingxia. I tried my best. This is no pretense. , I am writing with the energy of eating milk, so I can be self-satisfied, I hope everyone can also be satisfied, good night.) {PiaoTian Literature www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest Power}