He swung the sword at will and stabbed out.
The sword was swung out, the sword had broken through the air, and a faint sword light swept away, accompanied by a clear chant...
The faint sword light is poignant, and the poignant sword light complements the sound of the sword and makes it more elegant and graceful. However, no one can describe the sword that strikes.
No matter how gorgeous the rhetoric is, no matter how touching the words, no matter how beautiful the pictures are, they cannot describe this sword.
Because it's not fast, it's not strange, it's not perfect, it's not just beautiful and moving, it's a stunning, unrestrained, supreme, and unparalleled 'thing'.
This sword struck with three parts of surprise, three parts of chicness, three parts of supremacy, and one part of arrogance.
No one has ever seen this kind of sword technique, because there has never been such a sword technique in this world, and no one can master this kind of sword technique.
It's indescribable that a sword just went straight forward without any fancy...
Xiang Yutian stood up and retreated immediately without even thinking about it.
The light of the sword is faint, like the eyebrows of distant mountains, like the dim light of sunset.
In his hand, the sword turned into a shocking light, more like a lightning bolt. Even though Xiang Yutian stepped forward like a ghost, the sword light kept pursuing him.
Light as poetry, as beautiful as a dream.
The sword light kept flashing in his eyes, and the cold air lingered on his throat, which made him feel a feeling he had never experienced before.
That was fear, Xiang Yutian had never felt it before, the fear of death!
Death, for him, was almost completely impossible. He has always been dedicated to practicing the secret teachings of the Demon Sect. He has always aimed to transcend the world and break the void.
His talent, his amazing talent, even his master, Mo Yiming, who is known as the most extraordinary genius in the magic sect, was astonished by it.
But he felt it now.
Use music to convey meaning, use gods to control soldiers, and with the combination of extreme moves, no one can escape this sword.
Just because he saw this sword, a strong hollow feeling made him think of death.
He could no longer retreat, and retreating would lead to death, so he could only attack and swing his sword. At this moment, he had completely entered the state of selflessness, and his spirit seemed to have reached another level.
This is another very wonderful feeling. This feeling can only be experienced by huge pressure, only strong oppression, and only when people are the most nervous, fearful, and facing death.
Xiang Yutian also waved his sword.
When he took out a sword, he used endless swords, but when the sword fell, the flowing sword light became heavy and clumsy.
It's not really heavy and clumsy, but fierce and plain. Xiang Yutian turned his ever-changing sword into an unchanging move, and all his strength was concentrated on that point.
A "ding" sound!
The Xianyin sword pierced the sword body, and sparks flew everywhere. Xiang Yutian took this arrogant sword strike. The sword light had disappeared and the sword style had stopped.
The situation seemed to have changed, as if it had completely changed. At the moment when the offensive came to a halt, he sensed a glimmer of an opportunity, an opportunity to counterattack!
The world is silent, the afterglow shines on the sword, and Xiang Yutian's eyes also shine with splendor...
Everyone in the world knows how terrifying the Heavenly King is, and everyone in the world respects the Heavenly King!
But Tianjun is also a human being, and as a human being, he will eventually fail, and Tianjun is certainly no exception.
At this moment, Xiang Yutian was filled with confidence. This kind of confidence was originally inherent in him, but it disappeared in just a moment; and now it is back again, and it is still so strong. Unprecedentedly intense, so intense that it’s a bit unreal.
The people watching the battle couldn't see this. As far as they were concerned, they just saw Tianjun's sword, and they were still completely immersed in that sword at this time.
The arrogant sword nailed to his blade had already exerted its power and revealed its terrifying power, but it was also dead.
It's time for Xiang Yutian to fight back. This is the best time for him to fight back. As long as he fights back, he is confident that he can defeat this invincible king.
But at this moment, the already dead sword suddenly started to vibrate strangely.
The last ray of the setting sun shone on the Xianyin sword, and the sword's light flashed in Xiang Yutian's eyes again.
The sword's intent has not yet been exhausted!
This sword will never end!
With a "buzz" sound, the sword edge exerted unparalleled strength and shook his sword away. His body was also shaken away, and then the sword in his hand was quietly broken and shattered inch by inch.
Then he saw a flying light, which stabbed into his throat and disappeared.
That is the sword of Tianjun, that is the throat of the flower demon!
The sunset was gone, the sword light was gone, and even that ridiculous confidence was gone.
Xiang Yutian looked at Sui Ran, looked at the sword on his waist, and said self-deprecatingly: "I should have died."
Ranran said calmly: "But I am willing to give you a chance to survive!"
Xiang Yutian asked: "Why?"
Yi Yi said calmly: "Because I am Yi Yi and I am the Lord of Heaven, so I am willing to give you a chance."
Xiang Yutian stared at the person in front of him, but he couldn't see any joy or joy on his random face or expression.
What does victory feel like?
It was satisfaction, excitement, and joy. He had always experienced this feeling, but what he saw in Ran Ran was only emptiness and loneliness.
It was a feeling he had yet to experience, a kind of emptiness and loneliness that "could be as cold as high up".
Suddenly, the extinguished heat in his eyes burned again, stronger than before, stronger than anything else.
Ranyi smiled and said: "Xiang Yutian did not disappoint me."
He bowed respectfully to Yutian and said, "Xiang, I have learned a lesson."
He nodded with a smile and said: "Come with me, you have something on you, and I want to borrow it to read." After saying that, he turned around and walked out, accompanied by a peerless beauty.
Xiang Yutian did not refuse, and under the eyes of countless people, he followed.
…
The sun sets in the west, and it's time for a clear breeze and bright moon again.
In the small pavilion, Ji Qianqian placed wine glasses for the two of them, her smile like a ray of sunshine shining through dark clouds.
Xiang Yutian said: "I wonder what Tianjun wants to read?"
Xuanyuan did not answer, but asked: "Is your master Mo Yiming dead?"
Xiang Yutian was surprised and said, "Tianjun knows?"
He raised his forehead slightly and said slowly: "In the past, Mo Yiming, the leader of the Demon Sect's 'Xie Ji Sect', once assisted Ran Min. Therefore, after Ran Min was defeated and killed, he was chased and killed by the former Qin King Meng personally led by his masters. But Mo Yiming fled thousands of miles away until he escaped into the desert and was protected by the secret clan before he was lucky enough to survive."
Hearing this, Xiang Yutian was even more shocked. Although he was surprised that Yi Yi knew all this, he did not interrupt.
Just listen to Xuanyuan's continued words: "Since Mo Yiming entered the desert, he has been living with your secret clan, and then he took the flower demon and you as his disciple Xiang Yutian. Now that the flower demon is dead, "The Dao Heart Demon Planting Technique" Is it on you?!”
