"There are such weapons and such strange materials and irons in the world!"
"It's really a miracle of creation. It's full of wonders!" The monks who understood the explanation lowered their heads and sighed.
At the same time, I had some curiosity and emotion about the two pieces of strange iron that made the Dream Broken Knife.
"It's not surprising! Do you still remember the eyeball you saw on Broken Sky Cliff?" The Jianzong elder mentioned the memory that no one wanted to mention.
During that time, no matter in the world of high martial arts or in reality, everyone suffered from that crazy consciousness.
"If it is true that there are such terrifying and evil creatures outside the sky, then it is not surprising that the strange iron from the sky can have such effect..." The elder of Jianzong finally concluded.
Of course, the subtle discussions will not stop.
At this moment on the river, the battle was as the elder said. Not only did Wentai Tower not fall into a disadvantage because the three axes were exhausted, but it became braver and stronger as it fought.
The cuckold magic knife in his hand gave him extraordinary strength.
In a daze, he even saw the flushed cheeks of his beloved wife in certain states.
The intoxication and madness displayed by the cold and noble face in the past made the hatred and resentment squeezed in Wen Tailou's heart reach its peak.
The sword's light is colder, the sword's intention is stronger, and the sword's technique is more urgent...
One knife passed faster than the other, and the rolled up river water turned into a dreamy bubble.
In the bubble, the pictures, the faces with the same face but different expressions, were all stacked up in front of Wen Tailou's eyes.
"Behead! Behead! Behead!" Wen Tailou's hand shook rapidly, and the beautiful light of the sword seemed to be involved in a long dream river.
The ancient supernatural power danced wildly with the Tianquan knife, and the surging magic power pushed the tyrannical Qi, letting out the light of the knife wantonly.
Two completely different yet evenly matched blades collided, biting and entangled.
The ancient supernatural power let out a hearty laugh.
"Okay! Okay! Faster! Faster! Stronger! Stronger! Even stronger!" The sword of the ancient magical power danced into a ball, and the sword light tore through everything with an irresistible will.
When these words fell in Wen Tailou's ears, he seemed to see the real picture.
Seeing the ancient supernatural power riding a snow-white horse, he grabbed the white horse's mane and galloped wantonly.
He slapped the white horse's butt with his long knife, and then laughed wildly.
That was Wentailou's horse, the horse he was most familiar with, but that horse was running under someone else's crotch in a posture he was unfamiliar with, and then neighed from the soul, as if he had never been given such a hearty ride. Speeding.
Wen Tailou's eyeballs showed scarlet bloodshot eyes.
His body has begun to bulge with tall muscles.
The blood vessels bulged in his body. He held the knife in his hand and chopped more fiercely.
At this time, no one can tell clearly how much force the sword he wielded can actually exert.
Even the ancient supernatural powers seemed to be suppressed by him, and the only thing he could do was parry.
There was a group of elder monks on the river bank, all shaking their heads and sighing.
"It cannot last long, it cannot be defended... Wentai Tower has lost... Although Gu Shentong is crazy, he still has reason. He pushed forward wantonly before because there was no enemy. But now... he has found After arriving at Wentai Tower, we noticed Wentai Tower's madness and collapse, so we have deliberately waited for his momentum to run out. When Wentai Tower's momentum slows down, that's when the ancient magical power will counterattack." The elder of the Jianzong said slowly.
"Go and invite him!"
"Next, it all depends on him whether he can force out the ancient magical power!" said the elder of the Jianzong.
The battle on the river was exactly as the elder said.
Wentai Tower is venting wantonly, but the ancient magical power is clinging to a small area, and it is as stable as Mount Tai if it does not advance or retreat.
Boom!
It was like a string suddenly snapped.
Wen Tailou's body began to bleed.
Various vital acupuncture points on his body also burst into clouds of blood mist.
Maybe there is no limit to a certain kind of blessing, but there are limits to the person who carries this kind of power.
In the final analysis, Wentailou is just a warrior who has not even become a master.
His limit is here.
After all the hustle and bustle, it came to a bleak end.
In the blood splattering, Wen Tailou used his last bit of strength to give the ancient magic power a blow.
This sword finally broke through the defense, but it felt like the respect and compassion given to him by ancient supernatural powers.
The beard on Gu Shentong's face was shaved into a small bun.
Looking at Wentailou lying in the scarlet river, Gu Shentong stood on the river, quietly comprehending something.
Then the surging momentum actually calmed down a bit, becoming more stable and deeper.
At this time, the ancient magical power did not turn back and killed the martial arts people who were watching on the shore.
He stood quietly on the river and then raised his head.
Under the clear sky overhead, a figure wearing a white cloak was seen hovering in the sky on a huge crane, looking down at all the living beings at his feet.
"Before I arrived, the world would be in ruins. When I arrived, everything would be in bloom."
"I have a sword now that can open the sky and the earth, cut off mountains and rivers, cut down stars, and judge life and death."
"Who is worthy of a fight?"
An inexplicable arrogance, an aura that made everyone tremble and couldn't help but be amazed, emanated from the figure on the crane's back.
The ancient magical power looked up at the figure and jumped into the sky to stand side by side with him.
"I am Gu Shentong, who are you?" Gu Shentong looked at the man in front of him.
He may seem ordinary, but there is infinite charm in his movements. Although the reason is unclear, it seems that every move has the highest truth.
The man standing on the back of the crane put his hands behind his back and said leisurely: "My name is Jiuxuan. I have discussed Taoism with the three emperors, drank with Xiao Nu, and witnessed the rise and fall of one era after another. Ancient magical powers ! I have heard of your name before, do you know why you are not as good as Xiao Nu?"
The ancient magical power said angrily: "Am I not as good as Xiao Nu? He is just a despicable and ignorant junior... If it weren't for his tricks, how could I have been delayed to this point? I would have been shattered into the void long ago."
The man on the crane's back shook his head and said: "No! This is where you are inferior to him. You only saw the broken void, you only saw what you held in your hand, but you didn't see what was outside the palm. The three inches in the palm are the heart , Three feet away from the palm is the mind, and three feet away is the Tao. If you don't see the heart, you don't see the intention, you don't see the Tao, how can you compare it with Xiao Nu?"
After hearing the words, the ancient supernatural power fell silent and sneered: "In the end, it's just a battle. You fight me, you win... I believe what you say."
Jiu Xuan shook his head and said: "You are fighting a powerful enemy. Your breath is unstable and your heart is boiling with murderous intent. You seem to be strong, but in fact you have lost your strength. I will let you go back and rest for ten days. After ten days, you will be on the top of Mount Tai." Let me fight!"
After that, Jiuxuan controlled the crane and flew towards the distance.
Gu Shentong wanted to catch up, but after thinking about it, he restrained himself.
Then it turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.
On the bank of the river, the Jianzong elder touched the cold sweat on his forehead and finally let out a long breath.
Naturally, there is no unparalleled master in this world.
That Jiuxuan is just a charlatan who has practiced the magic of false power.
If he doesn't take action, it will give people the illusion that he must be very strong.
However, the consequence of practicing the False Power Magic Art is that you are unable to practice real martial arts skills, and your actual combat effectiveness is no different from that of ordinary people.
