If the Snow Drinking Crazy Sword is made of the coldest things in the world, then the blade has the meaning of the mighty ice-capped mountains and rivers.
So the long knife Duan Zhen is holding in his hand at this moment is the ultimate evil of destruction.
It has a blue and cold look all over its body, but its appearance is extremely special.
The back of the knife looked like two crescent moons, with a trace like a blood line.
The blade seems to be layers of gears that are constantly being kneaded and crushed.
While spinning, it's like grinding everything in the world.
As soon as he was born, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and thunder roared.
The most ferocious soldier, evil soldier, and evil king in the world of Fengyun!
"It's not at its peak yet..."
Duan Zhen held this long sword with infinite evil, but he still felt a little dissatisfied.
He could clearly feel that the consciousness of the Great Evil King was still silent.
It seems that without the gathering of four fierce soldiers, it would not bother to be born.
As for the thought of the evil king with no boundaries in the sky, he actually didn't pry again.
But even so, the evil meaning brought by this long knife has reached a level that changes the sky.
"Boom boom boom!"
In the distant sky, light and darkness alternated, and thunder snakes were densely covered. The dark clouds, which were as deep as the apocalypse, gradually solidified and pressed down.
And the supreme sword intention of the Central Continent Martial God has been directed towards Duan Zhen.
The flag is supreme and there is no way to retreat.
This sword seemed to completely seal the retreat of all sentient beings in the world.
As the sword flashed around, only Duan Zhen was left.
Duan Zhen even heard bursts of shouting and roaring.
Go to Quantai to recruit old troops, and kill Yama with a hundred thousand banners!
The martial arts thoughts burning in the air were almost manifesting into an illusory scene.
The flag is the supreme sword, and the ghosts and gods can be killed in one rage.
This Central Continent Martial God is already a god in terms of swordsmanship!
"I also have a sword technique, which I learned from my master at the beginning of my martial arts training. Please appreciate it!"
Suddenly, Duan Zhen's abdomen suddenly agitated and burst out with extremely fast sounds.
He had no time to speak, so he could only finish his words in the fastest way.
And the next moment, he was holding the silent Great Evil King, and his body suddenly sank.
His power was very ordinary, so ordinary that it seemed as if he didn't have any martial arts cultivation.
The direction of the sword is also very simple and clear. The blade of the sword is downward, but the edge of the sword is facing towards itself.
At the moment of slashing downward, the blade of the blade was lifted up at the same time, and the back of the blade was knocked upward, drawing an arc.
Calm and silent, there is no sense of impact like the explosive force released by punches and kicks before.
This opponent's extremely strong sword intent was completely opposite.
One is intense to the extreme, the other is ordinary to the extreme.
The next moment, the two men's knives suddenly collided.
"Boom boom boom!"
The thunderstorm clouds that were about to overwhelm me suddenly stopped.
The heaven and the earth seemed to have stopped for a breath, and everything was destroyed.
"Such sword skills..."
In the next breath, Zhongzhou Martial God felt that five of the ten humanoid shapes he had summoned suddenly broke into a mass of energy-filled shadows.
And the remaining ones are only fists, palms, legs, knives, and swords.
At this time, these five human figures were also stationary in the void, seeming to be reminiscing about the sword.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
After two breaths, the clouds in the distant sky were cut apart by this energy, the mountains and rivers became transparent, and the sky became clear again.
Whether it is a hundred thousand banners, the underworld of Yama, or the hell of hell.
It's all in this ordinary to extreme swordsmanship, nothing left.
"What kind of sword technique is this?"
The Central Continent Martial God slowly withdrew the nine dissipated energy golden lights, his eyes a little incomprehensible.
"The sword of Dingding Mountains and Rivers is named Wuji."
Duan Zhen also withdrew his sword and spoke calmly.
He pressed the Great Evil King from a distance. At this moment, the entire blade of the sword, which was glowing with blue cold light, had become extremely red and hot.
It seemed to be burning.
The blade, which is constantly being worn away like layers of gears, is spinning and stirring to an unknown level.
The air began to be filled with the smell of lava and sulfur, and the temperature rose to an extremely high level.
"Wuji Knife, wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!"
The Martial God of Zhongzhou said three wonderful words in succession, and then became silent.
He is also reminiscing and simulating the evolution of the ultimate meaning.
But Duan Zhen patted the Great Evil King, turned to stare at the Martial God of Zhongzhou, and spoke from a distance:
"Fist, palm, leg, knife, you and I are all equal. There is only one sword left at this moment."
After this fight, Duan Zhen felt that there was no one else in the entire Fengyun world who could inspire him with such fighting spirit.
Is this a high-level reincarnator?
He actually felt a yearning for the Lord God Space at this moment.
Such supreme martial arts has indescribable benefits for his Daoyi Seal.
From where they met, the two men first exchanged blows with their fists, and then made gestures with their hands and legs.
Then there is the handover of sword skills and the confrontation of mind.
The four martial arts methods are all indistinguishable.
Regardless of their moves, artistic conception, intention, or power, they have almost reached a current limit.
If he had to compete, it would be a matter of punches and kicks. Duan Zhen forced the Zhongzhou Martial God to change his moves and won by one step.
In both the palm and the sword, the Central Continent Martial God suppressed Duan Zhen again.
Duan Zhen had knocked down Sumeru Mountain with a kick before, and was no longer able to hit the Heaven-shaking Seal at the same time, a style that would overturn everything.
The Supreme Sword, the banner of the Martial God of Central Continent, only uses true energy to operate, and does not have a magic weapon in hand.
Duan Zhenzhi, the Great Evil King, took advantage of the weapons.
Speaking of which, the techniques and moves of the Zhongzhou Martial God Association are as complicated as the vast amount of Qi in their bodies.
Just from this short confrontation, Duan Zhen started to trace this method one after another.
Even vaguely, even the opponent's supreme martial arts is being traced back!
"There is indeed one sword left."
The Martial God of Central Continent nodded solemnly. His spear, halberd, club, claws, and fingers had been defeated by Duan Zhen's infinite sword intent and could not be maintained.
This time there is only one last sword left.
If he can defeat his opponent with swordsmanship, he can continue to move forward on his path to becoming a martial artist.
This is a battle and challenge that those who want to become gods must accept.
He dares to call himself the God of Martial Arts, but there are still people in the world who can surpass him in martial arts.
If this happens, his status as a god will be destroyed.
If you want to become a god, you must have the power to overpower all your opponents.
"It's a pity that my swordsmanship is mediocre."
Duan Zhen shook his head. He had very little training in the way of swordsmanship, and he usually only used his mental power to show off his sword-handling skills.
The only one who knows how to do it is the Wudang Nine Palaces Sword Finger, and he is not very good at it.
But what he has to face now is the sword of the God of War.
"Hahaha! The way of swordsmanship goes straight to the heart, just follow your heart."
Zhongzhou Martial God also smiled boldly when he saw Duan Zhen suddenly speaking like this.
He waved one hand, and the golden light behind him turned into a long sword three feet, six inches and six centimeters long.
The traces are clearly visible, like substance.
"Please be optimistic about my sword intention."
Seeing that Duan Zhen really didn't understand swords, the Zhongzhou Martial God took the lead in showing his intentions in the art of swordsmanship.
As graceful as a startled dragon, like a swimming dragon.
As the brilliance circulates, it's like a fairy trail, nowhere to be found.
The sword intention of this god of war is actually so ethereal. Instead, it looks like a free and easy immortal, holding a sword to control the air and wandering around the world.
"interesting."
Duan Zhen felt the thoughts of the Central Continent Martial God and nodded secretly.
He spit out a long breath and put the Great Evil King aside.
Then he stretched out his hand straight and straight, reaching far into the sky.
"Here comes the sword."
Duan Zhen's voice was extremely calm, and his eyes were looking into the sky, as if something was about to follow his words.
