Chapter 2636: The Realm of Sword Dao

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Chapter 2636 The Realm of Sword Dao

In an instant, seven swords were drawn out, attacking the elders of the Hattori clan from all directions.

This elder of the Hattori clan was much more powerful than the divine ninja at the peak of martial arts. In addition, Lu Xuan was injured, which made Lu Xuan not dare to be careless at all.

If Lu Xuan was in his prime, the elders of the Hattori clan would naturally not be his opponents.

The elders of the Hattori clan saw that Lu Xuan was injured, so they dared to fight with him!

At this time, the elder of the Hattori clan did not move at all, like an old monk in meditation, with a calm look on his face.

After finishing the seven swords, Lu Xuan's feet slipped and he took three steps back. His wrists were a little shaken. The old guy's cultivation and concentration were really surprising.

"You are also a master at the pinnacle of martial arts!"

Lu Xuan's attack just now, although he did not use 100% of the force, was almost the same. It failed to shake the elders of the Hattori clan, he said coldly.

"It's good that you know. You have been injured, and after the battle just now, you are almost exhausted. It is more than enough to deal with you. But you are so old and so strong. It is not unfair for twelve kami to die in your hands!" Hattori! The elder of the clan said.

Lu Xuan's eyes were still solemn, this cunning old fox!

The battle just now naturally consumed a lot of Lu Xuan's physical strength, so this battle was far more difficult than he imagined.

"Even if I'm injured, even if I'm exhausted, it's not too difficult to kill you."

Lu Xuan said, the sword edge rose again, sweeping across the sky, the sword fell like a flying star, slashing away!

"You Chinese people really love to talk nonsense!"

After the Hattori clan sneered, their bodies finally moved at this moment, as if their souls had left their body, their movements brisk and elegant.

Lu Xuan had already withdrawn the Zhan Lu Sword. Using both swords at the same time consumed the Dantian's true energy, which was really too much for Lu Xuan.

Although the Xuanyuan Sword was sharp and could cut iron like clay, it could not touch the clothes of the elders of the Hattori clan. Lu Xuan was depressed.

This old guy is really too fast, and his whereabouts are erratic. This elder of the Hattori clan has really mastered the concealment technique of ninjutsu to its peak!

If Lu Xuan hadn't been injured and a little tired, no matter how quickly the Hattori clan elders hid, Lu Xuan would have been able to catch up with him.

But now, Lu Xuan was itching his teeth with hatred.

The elders of the Hattori clan were not only worried that there would be a helping hand to rescue Xiao Cang Meixin, but also wanted the twelve divine ninjas to consume Lu Xuan's power so that he could covet a fatal blow.

But he didn't expect that the twelve Gods would die so quickly, which was completely beyond his imagination.

No matter how fast Lu Xuan's sword was, he could only capture his afterimage, but the elders of the Hattori clan always kept a distance from Lu Xuan, which made Lu Xuan very depressed.

"Your current speed is much slower than mine. You are no match for me."

After the elder of the Hattori clan finished speaking, the thunder struck and the katana roared.

Lu Xuan blocked it with his sword. The elders of the Hattori clan did not dare to confront Xuanyuan Sword head-on. The katana in his hand was no match for Xuanyuan Sword.

If he were to strike with a sword, the katana would probably be cut off instantly by the Xuanyuan Sword!

Therefore, the elders of the Hattori clan quickly changed their angles and swung the Xuanyuan sword several times, and the shadows of the swords of the elders of the Hattori clan were like hundreds or thousands, surrounding Lu Xuan.

The sword was approaching Lu Xuan's vitals. Lu Xuan was repelled by the sword force of the Hattori clan elder with a solemn look on his face.

Lu Xuan was making preparations step by step, and the Hattori clan's figures were extremely fast, and they were not able to meet them head-on with the Xuanyuan Sword.

Therefore, the Xuanyuan Sword became an obstacle to Lu Xuan, because the speed of the Hattori clan elders was too fast, and Lu Xuan had never seen such a powerful ninja.

After practicing ninjutsu to the extreme, it is as hard to catch as a ghost.

Lu Xuan was helpless just by suppressing him with speed.

This is the most powerful among true ninjas, with extraordinary speed in a single thought.

In less than ten minutes, Lu Xuan was severely injured. The elders of the Hattori clan could easily dodge the sword's direction. Lu Xuan encountered the biggest Waterloo since he came out of the mountain.

Lu Xuan knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely be defeated, and he would probably be killed by the elders of the Hattori clan!

Lu Xuan has been on the verge of life and death countless times, so he has no trace of panic. He has never been afraid of death.

"Even if I die, I will use you as my backer!"

Lu Xuan roared angrily and faced the difficulty, knowing that he was outmatched, but only by charging forward could he have a chance to compete with the elders of the Hattori clan.

Man and sword merge into one, sweeping the world with one sword!

The most powerful secrets in swordsmanship were all displayed by Lu Xuan.

The elder of the Hattori clan, feeling the invincible sword intent, felt his heart skip a beat and quickly retreated.

Lu Xuan finally forced the elder of the Hattori clan back, but he was not hurt.

"No matter how powerful the sword is, it's all in vain if you can't catch me. Just accept your death!"

To die obediently? It's possible!

Lu Xuan is the kind of person who would rather die than bow his head. It is completely impossible for him to be timid without fighting.

He must die vigorously!

But until the last moment, who would die and who would live, it would be really difficult to live. Despite all the difficulties, Lu Xuan still had strong self-confidence.

"I have walked through so many edges of life and death. I am afraid of you, a little elder of the Hattori clan. Damn it, I want to kill the existence of your Hattori clan chief!"

Lu Xuan shouted loudly, and these words made the elders of the Hattori clan furious.

"How dare you dare to kill my clan leader? The leader of my Hattori clan is the one who aspires to be the strongest in the world. How can I allow you to provoke me? I want you to die without a burial place!"

The elders of the Hattori clan looked ferocious, and their murderous intent was surging.

But at that moment, the words of the elder of the Hattori clan reminded Lu Xuan that no matter how powerful the sword was, it would still not be able to catch up with him if it was not fast enough. So what was the use of blindly pursuing the perfection of the sword?

What's the use of pursuing martial arts that are fast and unbreakable?

Lu Xuan's world view seemed to collapse in an instant!

Sword, is the sword controlling the person, or is the person controlling the sword?

Lu Xuan thought that he had mastered the art of swordsmanship and had mastered the realm of combining man and sword.

In fact, this is not the case. Lu Xuan has not truly mastered the realm of the unity of man and sword!

The ultimate sword that Lu Xuan has always pursued in the past is sword speed and sword energy.

As everyone knows, if it is too strong, it will break easily, and if it is too sharp, it is always not a good thing.

Any fate that is too close will end prematurely. Lu Xuan had to change his mind at this moment. In other words, for his swordsmanship, he must have his own sword heart.

If the sword has a spirit and a sword heart, the sword will be as powerful as a rainbow and have a stern aura. If there is no sword heart, the sword's edge will always lose its light.

At this moment, Lu Xuan's eyes shone with light, and he suddenly became enlightened.

Undoubtedly, Lu Xuan suddenly realized a new meaning.

What Lu Xuan felt was that there was no self or sword in his heart, as if he was one with the sword, and it was as if there was no sword at all in his hand.