Soon, Murong Fu saw it.
It was a sword with extreme changes, lingering brilliance, and exuding the aura of death.
The sky was full of brilliance, but no one felt the brilliance. Instead, they felt gloomy, as if the aura of doom and annihilation enveloped everyone's hearts.
Yan Shisan's sword was like a thunderbolt that cut through the sky, a lightning that tore the sky apart. It was extremely bright, but it also raised a sky of death. Everything in the sky and on the ground dimmed, leaving only the sword that seemed not to be human. The sword of death!
The speed of that sword was too fast. Even if it was as powerful as Murong Fu, it only saw the shadow of death fleeting. In the blink of an eye, the sky and earth were light and calm, as if nothing had happened just now.
Of course, what was supposed to happen actually happened.
Below the battlefield, the rocks, vegetation and trees on the cliff had been crushed into powder by the terrifying sword force, and even half of the mountaintop was cut off by the sword.
Yan Shisan holds a sword in one hand and has a few strands of white hair on his temples. He looks a bit older than he was originally in his thirties.
Jiumozhi, on the other hand, was much more miserable. At this moment, his body was covered in blood, his entire left arm had disappeared, and there was even dark gray death energy escaping from the incision on his shoulder.
His face was covered with cold sweat due to the severe pain. It seemed that he had not yet recovered from the shadow of death. He stared at Yan Shisan dully and murmured: "This sword of yours should not appear in the master realm." !”
Facing this sword, he pushed his small phaseless skill to the extreme and used everything he had learned throughout his life, but it was still useless. Under the sword of death that seemed to come from the netherworld of hell, all his efforts were lost. Ridiculous.
Yan Shisan put away his sword and said indifferently: "I also know that it is not something that should appear in my realm, but it still appeared! Perhaps, this is the reason why I have been unable to become a grand master."
Jiumozhi wiped the cold sweat from his face and said, "Just now, thank you to the donor for showing mercy!"
Although he still lost, it did not cause any loss in his prestige. Instead, it was something he could brag about in the future.
There are probably only a few people in the world who can survive Yan Shisan's sword, but he, Jiumozhi, is one of them.
Yan Shisan shook his head and took a deep look at Jiumozhi, "Actually, you are very strong. Otherwise, even if I hold back, it would be difficult to survive my sword."
After he finished speaking, his eyes wandered and fell on Murong Fu who was watching the battle from a distance.
"North Qiao Peak, South Murong. I've heard of Master Murong's reputation for a long time!"
As he spoke, he made a gesture of invitation to Murong Fu.
Yan Shisan is a pure martial arts fanatic.
Killing was not his purpose. Fighting against masters to hone his martial arts skills was what he really pursued.
At this moment, Murong Fu, who has such a big name in the world, is his next target.
As for whether the other party is willing and whether he can survive under his sword, that is not within his scope of consideration.
Murong Fu was a little hesitant. After seeing the sword strike just now, he no longer wanted to do it.
But at this time, a woman's voice came from nowhere, and there seemed to be a hint of admiration in her voice.
"Mr. Murong is awesome, fuck him!"
With this sound, all the martial arts people onlookers all looked at Murong Fu. Many people showed excited expressions and shouted together.
"Mr. Murong, fuck him!"
"How can we, the knights, be so cowardly as to kill him before we fight!"
"Come on!"
Murong Fu's scalp was numb and he sighed secretly in his heart. He knew that he had no way out.
.....
In the valley, Song Qian was like a weasel stealing a chicken, smiling mischievously. She was the one who said the words "Mrong Master is awesome, fuck him" just now.
Yao Yue had a weird look on her face. They were indeed brother and sister, one was better than the other in terms of ability to get things done.
"Do you have any grudge against Murong Fu?"
"No ah!"
Song Qian held up the lightning ferret and swung it in mid-air, "Beiqiao Fengnan Murong, I have seen what Qiao Feng is capable of, and I just want to see how Murong Fu is doing."
"Then you may be disappointed!"
Song Xuan's voice sounded, and then there was a flash of light, and he appeared in front of several people, "Murong Fu has a great reputation, and he is indeed famous among the younger generation, but compared to Qiao Feng and Jiumozhi, he is still a little behind.
Jiumo's wisdom is immortal. It is because of his profound knowledge that he can still find a glimmer of life in a mortal state.
But Murong Fu may not be able to do it. "
Song Qian frowned slightly, "Brother, you seem to attach great importance to Yan Shisan's sword?"
She had seen that sword just now. It was powerful. What was powerful was not how lethal the sword was, but the fact that it was shrouded in the aura of death, directly destroying a person's spiritual will and even soul.
Under this sword, a person as strong as Jiumozhi became stunned. At the last moment of life and death, he finally showed a trace of his potential and barely escaped the fatal sword.
Even so, it still cost me an arm!
She admitted that this sword was very strong, but in Song Qian's opinion, it was just that. For her with the soul, she could basically ignore the soul attack attached to that sword.
Song Xuan shook his head, "His sword was obviously closed, and it was not the complete fifteenth sword.
What Jiumozhi said is right, this sword should not appear in the hands of a person in the master realm. "
He smiled and continued: "The fifteenth sword is the right way to use it in conjunction with the soul. Unfortunately, he does not have the destiny to be blessed and is not a Wuque Grandmaster, but he has discovered the magical swordsmanship that only a Wuque Grandmaster is qualified to master.
Without Yuanshen, with this fifteenth sword, every time he makes a sword, he is burning his lifespan! "
After a moment of silence, he concluded: "His road stops here!"
Song Qian asked curiously: "Brother, don't you think Yan Shisan can become a grand master?"
Song Xuan hummed, "If a top master wants to become a great master, he needs to understand the laws of heaven and earth and use the power of the laws to create a soul.
This step basically has fixed steps.
The foundation of heaven and earth is the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. In addition to the five elements, there are also laws such as wind and thunder. These can be manifested through natural phenomena.
Just by understanding one of these laws, one can refine the soul until it is finally transformed into a divine soul.
The martial arts field is the method of the Grand Master, and the soul is the foundation of the Grand Master.
Yan Shisan's magical sword power is very strong. To put it bluntly, if he does not need to reserve all his strength to use it, his attack power will definitely not be weaker than that of a normal grand master.
But unfortunately, he took the wrong path to understand the law. His strength was obtained by cutting off the future of martial arts! "
Song Qian understood clearly: "You mean, there is something wrong with the laws he comprehended?"
