The sword energy stretches across 30,000 miles, and the light of one sword chills nineteen states.
These are two poems that describe a person's exquisite and profound swordsmanship. These poems are not used to describe Jueyang, but to describe the coir raincoat guest who is fighting against him.
The man in raincoat holds a broken sword in his hand with few injuries. Although the sword is broken, it is extremely sharp.
In his hand, the broken sword seemed to have turned into a magic weapon. Every move was wonderful and full of killing intent.
Jueyang couldn't do more than thirty-two moves, and he was already out of breath.
He knew clearly that the reason he was panting was definitely not because he was holding a piece of wood, while his opponent was holding a sword, because the sword of the cloaked man was not much better than a piece of wood.
He was panting because of who he was. He had to admit that his swordsmanship was completely inferior to the opponent in front of him.
Regardless of whether you are practicing martial arts or practicing law, the essence of swordsmanship lies in breathing.
Now, Jueyang's breathing was messed up and he had no chance of winning.
Jueyang had no choice but to be confused, because the person in front of him was really terrifying. The swordsmanship of the person in front of him was not strange, nor was it heresy. Every sword move he made was very orthodox.
Orthodoxy means secular, ordinary, so common that everyone can learn it, but just because everyone can learn it, it doesn’t mean that everyone can learn it well. However, this person has learned this secular sword the best. .
There is a method for breathing, there is a degree of relaxation, and you can use every move to make a move, and the man and the sword become one.
At this moment, Jueyang has lost all the contempt he had before. Not only is he no longer contemptuous, but he even has a hint of admiration for the coir raincoat guest in front of him from the bottom of his heart.
What kind of person can practice an ordinary, featureless secular sword to such an extent.
"Whizzing!"
Two more swords struck, and they perfectly caught Jueyang's flaw. One sword cut through Jueyang's greaves, and the other chopped Jueyang's blond hair.
If Jueyang hadn't leaned over at the last moment, it's probably not his hair that was struck by the second sword.
Blood soaked through his coat, dripping down, staining the snow under his feet red.
The tide is over.
But Jueyang still didn't relax at all. He still stared at the coir raincoat guest in front of him. He had to stare because he knew very well that as long as he was distracted in the slightest, then he and Liu Yun and Jiu two people behind him would be in trouble. , will die on the spot immediately.
Jueyang, we must not allow this to happen.
Who is Jueyang? He is a rare genius from the Money Gang, a one-in-a-million exchange student from Taoyuan, and the younger brother of Jue Mingzi, one of the Cannglings.
He began to practice the Money Gang's secret method, Zongfeng Jue, at the age of ten. He had already mastered it at the age of fifteen. Now, at the age of eighteen, his level of cultivation has reached the middle level of the Five Elements, far ahead of those of his age.
His life has just begun, and he still has to fulfill the dream that even Jue Naruko failed to fulfill: to purify the world of demons and restore peace and joy to the world.
How could he collapse in a place like this without even seeing the shadow of a demon now?
"No, absolutely not."
Liuyun and Jiu were even more shocked. They had to know that when Jueyang and Coin Yike were facing each other, they had been helping Jueyang with various barrier techniques, but the result at this moment was like this. The four generals of the Shura soldiers The strength is really terrifying.
Liu Yun calculated in his heart that his hidden strength must not be revealed, but if it was not revealed, then Jueyang, Jiu, and himself would most likely reveal it here. On the contrary, if it were revealed, he would defeat the man in front of him and the four generals. There are three more, so what if then?
His thoughts were confused, and Liuyun's forehead was dripping with cold sweat.
"What should I do? What should I do?"
Lin Yi Ke will naturally not notice Jueyang Liuyun's little thoughts. At this moment, he only needs to use one more sword to kill Jueyang. He cultivates secular swords and kills people. He never needs to hesitate with one sword. things.
When the sword came out, thousands of layers of snow were stirred up, and the snow was gradually dyed bright red.
The picture freezes, and the sounds of all things seem to be silenced instantly, and everything returns to calmness, as calm as a person who has lost all his senses in an instant.
At this moment, the person, the person's hand, the sword in his hand, the snow on the sword, and the man in the snow all stopped.
What is still is the picture. In this still picture, the sword is still inserted into the boy's body.
The sword is capable of less damage, but the person is capable of decisive Yang.
The sword penetrated deeply into Jueyang's body. Jueyang's hand held Shaoshang's sword tightly, but he saw that the still picture suddenly moved slowly again. Shaoshang's sword was gradually moved by Jueyang's palm. Soaked in blood.
The sword body was stained with blood. After drinking the blood, the old sword body became like dew after a long drought, and the old sword became a child again. It gradually became brighter, sharper and more perfect.
"Who are you exactly?"
At this moment, the indifferent and calm person also became curious. This young man had been with him for so long, but he had no idea that this old sword could drink blood and be reborn.
Jueyang held the sword in his hand, and blood gurgled out of his palm, but he still held it tightly without any intention of relaxing.
Snow fell on Jueyang's shoulders, and his messy hair gradually covered his green eyes. Like the young man, he was about to be reborn.
"Zongfeng Jue - Kamaitachi."
The words fall silently, and the owner is less hurt.
When he looked at the top of the iron-clad furnace again, the man in raincoat had already retreated several feet away. His eyes widened, and his sharp eagle eyes could not hide his surprise under the bamboo hat.
He didn't retreat on his own, but his instinct forced him to retreat.
He is a person who has almost perfect control over his body. He has always controlled his body perfectly, which means that he never relies on his body's own instincts to act.
But just now, his body's instinct to stay away from danger made him retreat unconsciously. His instinct told him that if he did not retreat, he would die.
Lin Yike didn't see clearly how Jueyang took away Shaoshang, but he did feel the threat of death.
At this moment, the reborn Jueyang Zhi stood in the snow with his reborn young injury. His blond hair was messy and his whole body was stained with blood, but the aura he exuded was as if a sword fairy had come to the world and could destroy all living beings with one sword.
Jueyang, with the blessing of Kama Itachi, has reached an unfathomable and wonderful state. His ears can hear the sounds of all things, his body can reach the speed of wind, and his people have become the same as Shao Shangjian. Integrated into one.
But such a wonderful realm also comes with great risks.
Liu Yun looked at Jueyang, who was like a sword fairy. He could see that Jueyang's body's magic veins were very messy at this moment. Those magic veins were wandering around randomly as if they were possessed. If such a crazy state was not recovered in time, he would eventually It will definitely explode and die.
"Jueyang, what kind of forbidden technique did you use?"
Liu Yun could tell, and so could the man in rain clothes opposite him who had regained his composure.
Linyi Ke stood still and drew out the long sword from his waist.
The real decisive battle is just about to begin.
