Bian Yong uses a rare and powerful external incarnation among martial arts. Logically speaking, only strong men who have reached the seventh realm of martial arts Shattering Void can understand it.
Creating an external incarnation with the same fighting power as the main body, doubling the fighting power between life and death, is like Taoism understanding the soul, Buddhism comprehending the six senses, sword cultivation, virtual and real swords, it is the difference between ordinary practitioners and geniuses a huge watershed.
But before everyone had time to be shocked, they saw Shen Yu assuming a strange posture.
Dao Qi and Sword Qi were intertwined, and the top of the entire street came like a tide, and the ethereal green and white auras floated out like ripples, whipping up gusts of wind.
"Broken Qiushui?"
Ling Jianzi was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes brightened. After all, the sword manual of Qiushui Sword Art was in his arms at the moment.
Bian Yong crossed his fists, drew his bow like a full moon, and ran straight towards Shen Yu.
The more than 20-foot body incarnation moved in exactly the same way, leaping into the air with its legs and feet bent, and then crashed down towards Shen Yu in the air.
One person and his external avatar attacked Shen Yu at the same time.
Then, there was a bang in mid-air.
The ethereal tide of sword energy suddenly turned from virtual to real, stopping the warrior's external incarnation.
boom!
The incarnation outside the body is like a giant beast destroying cities and rocks. He crosses his fists and smashes them down hard.
The whole ground began to shake violently.
A punch and a sword collided in the center of the street.
"Go to hell!"
Bian Yong roared.
The murderous aura seemed to have turned into substance, condensed in his fists, and kept attacking Shen Yu.
There was a trace of worry in Dou Ya'er's eyes, and she said seriously: "If the external incarnation breaks the tide of swords, my uncle will be in danger under a combined force of siege."
Ling Jianzi scratched his head and yelled, "What's the point of two against one? It's like a one-on-one fight!"
Dou Ya'er said dullly: "That's his incarnation..."
Ling Jianzi rolled his eyes and said rather shamelessly: "Then it's none of my business. Isn't the incarnation the same?"
Although he said this, a trace of confusion flashed through Ling Jianzi's heart.
Wasn't it Qiushui Yijian who spoke?
Uncle Master, you should act quickly.
Obviously, there is more than one person with the same thoughts, and countless people have doubts.
Could it be that the so-called Broken Qiushui just formed a continuous wave of defensive swords.
The offensive on the street continued, and Bian Yong's fist power reached its peak, constantly suppressing Shen Yu. He roared: "What? Are you bluffing? You don't even have time to use your sword skills?"
Shen Yu said nothing.
There was just a hint of embarrassment in his eyes.
Yes.
Even though he knew the pure sword intention, the most important thing was...he had forgotten how to start the sword.
There is no starting hand, so how to unfold this sword?
You know, the most important thing about this sword is the initial superposition.
After a moment, Shen Yu shook his head. The woman learned the sword moves that she casually created at a glance, but she forgot about them.
However, when did sword moves become a stereotype in his eyes?
If you forget, then you will have to create a new one.
next moment.
The sword tide that had been nearly dissipated under the destruction of the external incarnation suddenly solidified, and the scattered Tao Qi and sword Qi were all restrained.
Bian Yong frowned slightly, and Wu Fu's body suddenly jumped in the air and flew hundreds of feet into the sky.
Shen Yu did not retreat but moved forward, taking one step forward. The Immortal Sword Jingqing followed his right hand from left to right, drawing an extremely perfect sword arc.
The five fingers of Bian Yong's right hand formed a hook, which was as hard as iron, and he directly shook him hard.
A harsh and eye-catching spark was generated in the sword body and palm, and the powerful spiritual collision caused countless air explosions around the root.
"I can catch it!"
Bian Yong's eyes brightened.
Shen Yu looked indifferent, casually retracted the sword, twisted his feet, and rotated his whole body 180 degrees on the spot, followed by the extremely casual second sword.
Bah!
Another spark was generated between the two of them, like fireflies on a summer night by the river, or like a will-o'-the-wisp rising in the sky.
This time, a look of surprise flashed in Bian Yong's eyes.
Before he could say anything, the third sword came with Shen Yu's chic and casual posture.
This time, a tiny unknown flame appeared in the palm of Bian Yong's right hand, and then instantly covered his entire arm.
The flames burned the hard-as-iron skin, and countless ugly blisters emerged.
Seeing this scene, everyone's expressions changed drastically.
The physical body of a warrior who is at the peak of the sixth realm and is close to the seventh realm can be said to be indestructible. Even if he is severely injured, his body is almost difficult to be damaged.
However, at this time...it was consumed by an unknown flame.
Shen Yu's expression was unperturbed.
Taoist Sword Immortals never stick to swordsmanship and Taoism, either one of them, or both.
He once considered whether the pure sword cultivators in the world could create a sword that would open up the world if they were like Taoists, using swords as a guide and taking over the rules of heaven and earth for their own use.
When he was meditating, he once said this to the woman.
Above the fairyland.
There is no such thing as a martial arts practitioner.
.....
....
The fourth sword.
The fifth sword.
Another sword strike.
The rules follow one after another.
Bian Yong felt miserable in his heart. The opponent's first sword was mediocre, but the power of the subsequent swords contained the rules of heaven and earth. They were superimposed. The destructive power of just five swords had reached an extremely terrifying level. .
At this time, a trace of confusion flashed through his heart for the first time.
If the opponent really uses two swords, can he really catch it?
In just a moment of trance, the sixth sword came one after another.
This time, it wasn't just a sword, but the overwhelming sword shadows came over.
The wooden sword held by Shen Yuga in the palm of his hand was wrapped in the majestic spiritual energy and trembled slightly.
Bian Yong gritted his teeth and formed seals with his hands, and a burly golden figure descended from the sky and stood in front of him.
Just for a moment.
Countless dust exploded from the ground.
The gravel kept jumping into the distance, and was blocked by the onlookers with their spiritual energy.
After a while, the dust dispersed, and the true appearance of the scene was revealed.
Bian Yong's warrior turned into his arms and blocked the front, resisting the sword forcefully.
But the dazzling arms that had no future had already turned into a pair of withered bones.
At the same time, Bian Yong appeared behind Shen Yu with a cold expression, "Do you think I will let you keep drawing swords?"
A punch to the back.
Shen Yu soared forward, but his movements didn't stop. The fingers of his right hand turned into a sword.
"seven."
Shen Yu said.
A majestic aura rose into the sky, slashing the external avatar into the distance.
In mid-air, Shen Yu's entire body fluttered lightly on the shoulders of Bian Yong's incarnation, who also flew forward and flew backwards.
"eight."
The right palm is like a fairy holding the head.
Under the shocked gazes of countless people on both sides of the street, cracks began to appear on Bian Yongwufu's body, and then turned into a little golden light and disappeared between heaven and earth.
Bian Yong's face instantly turned pale and desperate, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Annihilating the incarnation with one palm, Shen Yu rose into the sky,
He just stepped on the center of the lotus formed by the condensation of Tao Qi in mid-air.
Looking down from a high position, half-kneeling
The fully bloomed petals of the man on the ground slowly overlapped and turned into a huge bud.
All the spiritual energy in the whole street began to converge crazily towards it.
The faces of the boys and girls sitting at the same table as Bian Yong changed greatly.
"don't want!"
"stop!"
"Don't kill him!"
Shen Yu stepped on the illusory flower buds, ignoring everyone, spinning the fairy sword slightly in his hand, and murmured.
"What should I call this sword?"
next moment.
The sky and the earth change color.
