Legend of the Swordking Chapter 897: Even for one second
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I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth quite embarrassedly, the fairy bone sword pointed at him, and smiled: "The Yin and Yang Temple and I have been in the same water and fire a long time ago. Either you die or I die. Say so much and do what you do. Well, take out your hole cards, otherwise, I’m afraid you won’t have a chance to use your hole cards."
"Crazy enough, old man Peng Wanju likes a young man like you the most. If that's the case, I'll give you a happy way to die. It's a good fate!"
"So this person is Peng Wanju."
Nv Shan said quietly in my ear: "Be more careful, Peng Wanju has the nickname of Madness and Sword Kuang in the Yin Yang Temple. Although he has not yet lit the fire of the Holy Ruins, the world recognizes that once this person enters the Holy Land, he has a great chance. Becoming a sword master, even a legendary titled sword master, his swordsmanship and sword movement are not easy."
I nodded. I’ve already experienced the lesson just now. The heaviest injury on my body is also thanks to him. Although Peng Wanju’s kendo level is only a clear sword heart, he can easily break my nine-layer sword gang. This is enough to prove Everything is there, this person slanted the front, gave up the defense, gathered all the power in the offensive, and must be careful.
……
Suddenly, Peng Wan raised his sword, the sword glows like a moon, coming in the air, his kendo aura floats with a very strong evil spirit, his sword intent is surging, and he divides into three in the air, with the momentum of strangling everything. Come.
"Making a Samsung!"
The three sword auras strike like streamers, like stars falling to the ground.
I took a deep breath and the sword heart of all things swayed. This is the first time I have faced a situation where the level of kendo is lower than my own, but the sword heart is crushed. Peng Wanju has been practicing kendo for hundreds of years. The background is also really terrifying, to be able to evolve the clear artistic conception of the sword heart to such a point, it is definitely a sword going slant!
The realm of all things is open, and the **** of swordsman sees through the power source of the demon sect transforming three stars, but at this moment, I feel a sense of powerlessness in my heart. Even if I see the source, I can’t resolve it. I can only fight hard, Xian Bone Sword Exciting the momentum of Nine Swords, the sword light swept away, colliding with the three streams of light sword intent three times in a row.
"When——When——When——"
The sword blade seemed to be blasting on steel, the arms numb, and the light flashed in the air. Peng Wanju's body blended in the sword light, and the sword plunged straight down, engulfing the cold wind.
"Mozong Heavenly Kill Star!"
The sword light is a little colder, but it contains endless murderous and surging holy energy. Facing this sword, I can only see through it, but I can't resolve it. I withdrew and retreated quickly, and the long sword waved out the sword bell of all things. .
"Shit!"
The cold light of the sword blade pierced straight into the sword clock of all things. Peng Wanju was an enchanting evildoer, with at least three times the power of mine. In addition, the destructive power of the sword art was not ordinary horror. It penetrated the sword clock of all things like a lifeless glow, and pierced my neck with a murderous look.
I gave a low drink, my left hand turned golden, and the dragon capture hand with the true dragon technique suddenly buckled his blade, and my right leg rose into the air, hitting his abdomen with a heavy kick!
"Peng!"
Peng Wanju was shaken back, but my palm was strangled to become a bloody, wounded.
"Hey..."
Peng Wan raised his wrist and shook away the blood stained with the blade, and said: "Little thing, you are proud of the unparalleled swordsmanship. Now after you taste the old man's demon sect, how do you feel? Do you think your master Zhugeming's swordsmanship? Is he really the first person under the Sword Saint of the Upper Realm? I really don’t know how high the world is, tell you, the old man is!"
I frowned: "What are you, if you are not a hundred years old, can you take my sword?"
Peng Wanju sneered: "Even if that's the case, in fact, the old man has lived for more than a hundred years and practiced kendo for more than a hundred years, dragging my contemporaries to death, and you will be Strangulation has not yet grown up, when you set foot on the battleship that broke the world in Fulan City, everything is doomed."
I took a deep breath, adjusted my breath to improve the aura in my body, and suddenly went into trouble. This time I took the initiative to launch an offensive. Under the brilliance of dragging the sword, the speed of my figure soared, and I instantly came to Peng Wanju’s eyes, and the fairy bone sword swept diagonally. Agitated by the power of the shadow of the sword soul and the colorful sacred soul, the sword pillar with the heart of the sword rose into the sky, showing its advantages in kendo.
Peng Wanju yelled violently, picked up the Demon Sect swordsmanship, and his long sword flew like thunder.
"Swish -"
Three sword intents cruising rapidly, continuous space jumps, so that Peng Wanju’s offensive did not catch anything. In a blink of an eye, he attacked the back of his head, and my frontal blow also arrived, forming a forward and backward attack. .
"Open!"
Peng Wanju yelled violently, as if a heavy storm had occurred in his body, a sword pillar burst out and soared into the sky, unexpectedly breaking through the lucidity of the sword heart during the battle, and stepping into the unity of the sword heart, if I If you didn’t guess wrong, in fact, Peng Wanju would have broken through into Jianxin Unity a long time ago. The reason why he still stays in Jianxin Illumination is probably because he wants to understand all the rules of Jianxin Illumination. He is a deliberate person and ambitious. Not small, I’m afraid I’ve planned it long ago, breaking into the Sword Heart Unity Realm while igniting the fire of the Holy Ruins, and directly becoming a Juggernaut, in order to challenge the status of the Hall of Yin Yang Hall?
Unfortunately, the wishful thinking fell through.
"It's late!"
With a wave of the Fairy Bone Sword, hundreds of sword intents were refined, jumping frantically, and storming towards Peng Wanju, but Peng Wanju seemed a little embarrassed after stepping into the Sword Heart Unity Realm. The Zhao Mozong is immortal, but it can only condense a layer of guardian sword gangs, still unable to withstand the ravages of the spatial rules of the sword.
"Puff puff puff..."
His chest and back were constantly pierced by sword energy, and the blood flow continued.
This is the end of the sword walking slanting forward. Once Peng Wanju is the first to attack, there is really only a dead end for ordinary swordsmanship, but as long as the situation is reversed and the defensive is turned into offense, then Peng Wanju’s Demon Swordsmanship will appear vulnerable. Focusing on defense but ignoring defense is destined to be a road of no return, and Peng Wanju paid the price for it.
The victory or defeat was an instant.
"Do you think it is useful to break through the unity of the sword and heart now?" I screamed and continued to attack.
"You...you let me go once!"
Peng Wanju's pupils contracted violently, and he seemed to have realized something, and begged: "As long as you don't kill the old man, the old man can gift three supernatural artifacts..."
"It's late, you must die!"
"Hey!"
The fairy bone sword smashed down. Peng Wan, who had the upper hand, didn’t move. Even if he had just stepped into the sword heart, it would not help. The body was directly split into two halves, blood dripping, and a group of Yin Yang Halls were horrified. The disciples' eyes were dull, and one by one backed away as if they had seen a ghost.
……
At this moment, there was a roar hundreds of feet away, and a ray of holy energy exploded into the sky, and a palm print enveloping the majestic power of heaven swept across the earth in the holy energy, and then, a graceful figure blood-stained the sky, Falling into the distance.
Lin Mu Zhao, lost!
"Sister!"
As soon as my heart tightened, I stepped into the void and broke through the world. In a flash, I caught up with Lin Muzhao. Her injuries were very serious. She was covered with blood in a white dress. The most serious injury was under the shoulders near the chest. Having collapsed, if it were not for her profound cultivation, I am afraid that her body would have been completely destroyed by Jia Sheng's palm.
"Little things, die to Bensheng!"
Floating clouds in the sky, a huge palm print covering a range of hundreds of meters fell into the sky, as if thousands of mountains were suppressed, Jia Sheng had already completely moved his heart.
Lin Muzhao looked at me reluctantly with a pair of beautiful eyes, and said: "Junior Brother, Senior Sister is incompetent, so you died here together."
"I am incompetent and cannot protect the senior sister."
The palm prints fell surgingly, I looked up at the sky, suddenly raised my right fist, surrounded by the breath of a real dragon, and roared: "Jia Yi, you inferior dog, I will never sit and wait!" /
Fist strength broke out and turned into Zhenhai's power to rise to the sky.
At the same time, strands of holy brilliance rained down, accompanied by a very subtle rule of the holy path, which is a kind of luck. The punch that carries the luck of the dragon world is contained in this punch. Suddenly, there were flying birds flying in the boxing power, the figures of ancient ancestors hunting and farming, and the majestic appearance of rivers surging and ancient mountains. The luck of a world completely broke out at this moment!
"Boom——"
The surrounding mountains and rivers shattered, and the terrible shock wave swept across the earth, destroying the ancient trees and mountains and turning them into dust. Some of the Yin Yang Temple disciples who could not evade were also crushed by the terrifying force of the rules, and the whole Qingshu was crushed. Jie was trembling crazily because of this blow, as if to collapse the entire Fragmented Jie.
"Pengpongpeng~~~"
There was a series of crackling sounds from my right arm, and the acupuncture points exploded without being able to withstand the majestic holy energy, and flesh and blood flew across, even if I used the luck of the dragon world to add to my body, I still couldn’t resist one The saint who ignited the fire of the Holy Ruins, this is the gap in the source of strength, and it is definitely not a gap that can be filled by talent and understanding.
Lin Muzhao looked at my scarred arm, tears burst into his beautiful eyes, and said with weeping: "Senior Brother, forget it... Forget it, Senior Sister doesn't want to see you in such pain anymore."
I smiled slightly, but the wound was involved, and the pain was extremely embarrassing, and said: "Even if I can protect the senior sister for a second, I don't feel pain."
Lin Muzhao's beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and he lightly punched my chest with a fist: "This is the time, and I'll pick up the senior sister..."
Me: "..."
……
In the air, Jia Sheng’s figure descended, covering Shenghui like a round of the sun, looking at us with cold eyes, and said: "Shangguan Ziyi’s two most proud disciples, now you can go to death. !"
He lifted his palms, and suddenly the entire Qingshu Fragmented Realm trembles, and countless spiritual energy is drawn from the earth, turning into stars swaying between his palms, encumbering the power of the world, this is a saint. One can imagine how horrible the full blow of.
But at this moment, a familiar voice came from the distant sky--
"Who is it, going to move my disciple of Shangguan Ziyi?"