This sword is like thunder and lightning, like a rainbow flowing through the sky.
The endless terrifying sword intent is condensed into a white light spot. It seems to come slowly, but there is no flaw at all. It is like the gentle sigh of the god of death. It makes people unable to resist at all, and can only unconsciously Loss of consciousness, sinking, and ultimately destruction.
The timing and position of Zhong Wen's sword move were extremely wonderful. It was as if he had anticipated Jian Jue's movements in advance. He was able to strike Jian Jue first, and he was not injured himself. He was in an invincible position. .
The magnificence of this sword made all the surrounding disciples of Tianjian Villa moved. Even Jian Qingmei, the elder of the Holy Land, was shocked and looked incredulously.
Jian Jue had so much fighting experience that he instantly realized that if he continued, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die. He twisted his body, kicked his feet, and retreated backwards with a movement that was difficult for ordinary people to do. His speed was so fast that he didn't even die. Lost to Zhong Wen's sword power.
However, as if he had anticipated his every move, Zhong Wen's long sword actually changed direction at the same time and went straight after Jian Jue. The two of them moved in unison, with no time difference at all, as if they had rehearsed it thousands of times in advance.
Seeing this terrifying sword move following him like a shadow and unable to get rid of it, Jian Jue had no choice but to continue to avoid it.
However, no matter how Jian Jue retreated, dodged, or changed direction, Zhong Wen could always predict the enemy's opportunity. At first, their movements were synchronized, but later on, his sword moves and steps actually became faster than Jian Jue's. Get there first and wait for Jian Jue to knock on the door himself.
There are such outstanding people in the world!
Jian Qingmei covered her lips with her hands and looked at the two young men dueling in the field in surprise.
She was well aware of Jian Jue's strength. Seeing this Holy Land prodigy being forced into such a difficult situation by a young man two years younger than him, and being helpless, she felt as if she had not yet woken up and was still in a dream.
The movements of the two people seemed to change frequently, but in fact it all happened in a moment.
As for the battle with Liu Qiqi, Jian Jue fought very smoothly and was completely convinced by his defeat.
Facing Zhong Wen, he was filled with a sense of depression that he was unable to use his strength and felt so aggrieved that he wanted to vomit blood.
He tried his best, but couldn't get rid of Zhong Wen's sword. A trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he could only watch the earth-shattering sword strike towards his chest. The long sword in his hand barely moved forward, stabbing Zhong Wen. With his left arm, he thought that even if he was seriously injured, he would at least let the opponent bleed some.
However, at this time, Zhong Wen's combat deduction ability had reached a terrifying level. He turned his body slightly to one side and leaned his left shoulder back, skillfully dodging Jian Jue's counterattack. He was not willing to take advantage of even this small advantage. Let him have it.
At the same time, the long sword in his right hand moved a little faster by turning sideways, and was less than an inch away from Jian Jue's chest.
"Why!"
Jian Qing's eyebrows knew that the situation was decided, and he sighed softly, planning to save Jian Jue and then let him admit defeat, so as to prevent this precious nephew from being seriously injured.
It was too late, but soon, a terrifying sword energy suddenly flew from the horizon in the distance and hit Zhong Wen's position hard.
This sword energy does not come with a gorgeous and dazzling light, nor does it have any earth-shattering sound effects.
Zhong Wen, however, was like a monkey being targeted by Tathagata Buddha. His pupils shrank sharply, his whole body was covered with cold hairs, and he instinctively felt the threat to his life.
What a terrifying sword intent!
The power contained in this sword energy is far superior to any opponent Zhong Wen has encountered so far. It seems that the boundless sword energy that can even pierce the sky is condensed into one point, constantly oppressing the surrounding air, trying to break through time and The limitation of space brings ultimate destruction.
Is he a saint?
The overlapping shadow on Zhong Wen's body flickered, and he appeared several feet away in an instant. However, he was shocked to find that he still could not escape the scope of the sword energy.
Knowing that he couldn't evade this sword energy, his mind was working rapidly, and he activated the "Purple Qi from the East" and "Spirit Pattern Body Refining Technique" at the same time. Purple smoke floated on his body, and silver light shone, making it look quite dazzling.
At the same time, the long sword in his right hand spun quickly in a circle, manifesting two black and white Tai Chi Yin and Yang diagrams in front and behind him, spinning rapidly in opposite directions.
This style of "Hunyuan Dao Sword" was ready to unfold, and the terrifying sword energy couldn't wait to hit the Tai Chi Yin and Yang diagram blocking Zhong Wen's body.
The scene in which the sword energy entered the Tai Chi diagram in front of it and came out from the Tai Chi diagram behind it did not appear in the imagination.
The Tai Chi Yin Yang Diagram, which claims to have the power of space, was actually chopped into pieces by this sword energy!
Then, the sword energy moved forward, and in Zhong Wen's stunned eyes, it hit the silver light pattern on his chest hard.
"puff!"
The terrifying sword intent effortlessly penetrated the layers of defense laid down by the "Spirit Pattern Body Refining Technique" and penetrated into the body to wreak havoc and do whatever he wanted. Zhong Wen felt an indescribable pain coming from his chest and couldn't help but vomit. Bloody, the body flew straight back and hit a mountain wall heavily.
Finally, the sword energy was slightly twisted by "moving flowers and jade", and failed to hit the heart. Otherwise, he would have returned to the west by this time and died.
"Zhong Wen!"
The thing happened so suddenly that even with Lin Zhiyun's powerful cultivation, she couldn't help her in time. Seeing Zhong Wen's face pale and sluggish, she couldn't help but be surprised, moved her jade feet, and instantly appeared on Zhong Wen's body. In front of him, he pulled out the long sword from his waist and protected him behind him.
"Huh? He's not dead?"
An old voice sounded from above everyone's heads. Lin Zhiyun looked up and saw an old man with white hair and white beard, an immortal spirit, hanging in the air, holding a simple long sword in his hand, and his white robe was slightly blowing in the wind. Floating around, he carried a powerful aura of a peerless master.
Before Lin Zhiyun could rebuke him, the old man swung his long sword and sent out another sword energy, chasing Zhong Wen directly below him: "If you want to kill my apprentice, let's see how many times you can block my sword?"
The sword intent contained in this sword energy was actually a bit stronger than the previous one.
Zhong Wen had not yet recovered from the previous attack. He was taking out a bottle of "Huitian Dan" from the ring, intending to take the medicine to heal his injuries. When he saw that the other party was chasing after him involuntarily, he wanted to resist, but he was powerless. Seriously I feel like crying but have no tears, and my chest is tight.
"Wan Jian!"
How could Lin Zhiyun allow him to attack Zhong Wen again and again? She vibrated the sword in her hand and softly uttered two words in her mouth.
In an instant, thousands of golden spiritual swords appeared in the sky behind her. These many golden lights shone at the same time, emitting a brilliance even more dazzling than the sun. There was a bone-chilling chill on the surface of each spiritual sword. Even though they were far apart, everyone in Tianjian Villa could still feel the frightening power contained in the spiritual sword.
The moment he saw the golden swords all over the sky, the expression of the old man in white changed slightly, showing a trace of solemnity.
The long sword in Lin Zhiyun's hand was pointed directly at the old man, and the golden spiritual sword behind her seemed to have been ordered to draw dazzling golden afterimages in the air, heading towards the terrifying sword energy.
As soon as the spiritual powers of the two parties came into contact, a golden sword light was shattered by the old man's sword energy and dissipated invisible.
After the sword energy shattered the golden sword light, it was only slightly delayed, and then it moved forward bravely again and collided with the second golden sword light.
The second one, break it!
The third way, defeat!
The fourth way...
As the number of chopped sword lights increased, the momentum of the sword energy gradually weakened, but the sword light condensed by ten thousand swords returned to the clan seemed to be endless. Coming.
After a "passionate collision" with nearly a thousand golden spiritual swords, the sword energy struck by the white-haired old man finally became unsustainable and became weaker and weaker. Finally, the energy failed and disappeared into the air.
"What an amazing girl doll!"
The old man in white never thought that his sword energy would be broken by a junior who looked to be in his twenties. Apart from being surprised, he also felt a little excited. Infinite fighting spirit surged in his chest, and he raised the sword in his right hand high. Pretending to chop.
"Senior brother Yicheng, please stop and listen to what my little sister has to say." Jian Qingmei felt relieved when she saw Lin Zhiyun blocking the sword, and quickly spoke out to persuade her.
It turns out that the old man in white is Jian Jue's mentor and the Great Elder of Tianjian Villa who kidnapped Liu Qiqi back to the Holy Land, Jian Yicheng.
There has always been a generally accepted view in the cultivation world that among people of the same level, sword cultivators are the strongest.
Jian Yicheng is a pure sword cultivator. As the second master in Tianjian Villa after the Saint, it is not an exaggeration to call him the first person under the Saint.
"Junior sister, wait a moment." It was rare for him to meet an opponent who could catch his sword. His desire to fight was aroused, and he couldn't care about anything else. He just said casually, "After I deal with these two intruders, I will fight again." You talk."
Before he finished speaking, he struck out with his sword again. The monstrous sword intent stirred up endless turbulence of spiritual power, as if it was going to chop the entire space into pieces. Its power was even more incomparable than the previous two swords.
Lin Zhiyun was not afraid and rushed forward with thousands of sword lights.
Thousands of sword lights and sword energy collided together, and a desperate battle began in the air.
This time, Jian Yicheng's terrifying sword energy continued to kill nearly ten thousand golden sword lights before it was exhausted and dissipated.
What a terrifying sword!
This sword almost broke through Lin Zhiyun's ten thousand sword lights, and she couldn't help but feel terrified.
"You actually blocked it!" Jian Yicheng's eyes widened, and he could hardly believe that the sword he was determined to win actually failed to achieve success.
The two of them were facing each other from afar, and neither of them took any further action for a moment. The powerful power of the Spirit Master continued to accumulate and settle in the air, like the calm before a violent storm, bringing a strong sense of oppression to the hearts of everyone around them.
"It's been a long time since I met such an interesting opponent." Jian Yicheng looked solemn, raised the long sword in his hand and stabbed forward slowly. His spiritual power manifested in the air six upright black spiritual swords and six sword lights. With himself as the center, he kept spinning and flying, forming a powerful sword energy field around him, "This is the first time I have used spiritual skills in more than ten years. You, a little girl, are proud of yourself. "
Lin Zhiyun's eyes narrowed, and she clearly didn't feel a trace of sword energy leaking out, but her body began to tremble instinctively, and a voice from nowhere lingered in her heart.
Danger!
Run quickly!
"Seven forms of Heavenly Sword!"
Jian Yicheng gently uttered four words from his mouth, and the six black spiritual swords surrounding him turned from upright to horizontal, spinning rapidly in the air and heading straight towards Lin Zhiyun. The sword energy field continued to expand, releasing unimaginable sharp edges. The sharp intention destroys everything wherever it passes, and even time and space seem to be annihilated.
"Senior brother, please be merciful!" Jian Qing frowned and couldn't help but speak out to dissuade him.
