Chapter 601: How About This Sword?

Gou Wuyue's eyes burst into light, and he held the famous sword with his backhand.

At this moment.

Everyone could sense that the last ray of estrangement between the famous sword and the sword immortal was finally gone!

At least, harmony...

was the only adjective that everyone present could find between the sword immortal and the sword.

"Eight Zun An!"

Gou Wuyue held the sword, his eyes full of fighting spirit, and his momentum rose steadily.

"In the past, I didn't know that Bai Ku was you, and I brought many people here."

"But you killed my subordinates and used it as an excuse to hinder me everywhere."

"Chang Yi's action reminded me that Yu Ling enlightened me..."

"This battle should end. At least, I can't let you do whatever you want anymore."

He pressed forward step by step, and everyone felt that the air in the venue was about to be crushed by his momentum.

"Swish..."

"Swish~"

In the realm of Huaxiang's hometown, the enchanting flower buds cracked and turned into powder.

The energy was about to feed back, but it was crushed on the spot by the sword immortal's artistic conception.

The sword intent rose from the broken flowers.

Forget about repaying the kindness.

All the petals in the field were instantly shattered and withered under Gou Wuyue's momentum at this moment.

Wherever the sword immortal goes, everything is destroyed!

Haitang'er's face changed slightly.

The Seven Forbidden Zones of the Northern Territory had never had a sword immortal in person, and he had never seen the power of a sword immortal.

So in this realm, he even wanted Gou Wuyue to use his sword to find out the true limit of his own realm.

But now it seems...

Why do I need to use my sword?

As Gou Wuyue said, the opponent in his eyes will never be himself.

He is still one step away from Taixu. No matter how strong the realm is, if it is to be broken, why does he need a sword from a sword immortal?

One thought is enough!

Gou Wuyue's mind was not on the so-called breaking of the realm. Even if the people in white were completely trapped, his opponent in his eyes has always been the eight Zun'an.

"You want to kill me?" asked the eight Zun'an.

"You have really changed..."

Gou Wuyue's eyes were filled with disappointment. He looked at the wine gourd that had fallen to the ground alone and sighed, "You have abandoned your old beliefs and lost the will to fight. You are pushing me around with human feelings and profit..."

"You!"

Gou Wuyue raised his voice, "You only have the name of Ba Zun'an, but no longer have the soul of Ba Zun'an!"

Bazun'an smiled slightly and did not comment.

"The world has a high opinion of me, but I am who I am..."

"You are not a fish, so how can you know the joy of a fish? You are not me, so how dare you say that I have no soul of the past?"

"But the Ba Zun'an of the past would not say such nonsense to the swordsman's invitation to fight!" Gou Wuyue was extremely angry, and Nu Lan pointed his sword at the person in front of him, and the sword intent in the void was surging.

"Boom!"

With a bang, the hometown of Huaxiang exploded in the rolling sword intent.

The so-called Seven-Broken Forbidden Replica Throne Realm was like a joke under the anger of the sword fairy, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The space broke into crystal fragments, and the realm collapsed.

"Puff!"

Haitang'er fell backwards, and blood gushed out of her mouth.

As the blood splashed, the sword energy was chaotic.

The sword intent took shape from thought, passed through the realm and attacked its master, exploding the sword energy on Haitang'er.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The furious Gou Wuyue hadn't fired a sword yet, but Haitang'er, who was at the top of the sword path, had been wounded by the sword intent and turned into a bloody man.

"Brother Haitang'er!"

The storyteller screamed in panic, and was about to fly over.

But just as he was about to move, his steps suddenly stopped.

"Sword energy?"

With a solemn look on his face, the storyteller immediately pinched his fingers to form a seal.

But at this time, it was too late for him to return to defense.

The white sword energy that emerged from the sea of ​​qi had been burning since its birth.

In an instant, it was like a green seedling growing into a towering ancient tree, breaking through the sea of ​​qi and piercing his entire body up and down.

"Ah~"

The storyteller straightened his waist and abdomen, and the whole person was pushed up into the sky by the sword energy, with a complex and hazy look on his face.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

"Be gentle~"

Gou Wuyue seemed to have just made a move, and the famous sword in his hand did not even move the direction of the eight masters, and he kept muttering:

"Don't use swordsmanship, don't use swords!"

The famous sword Nulan's voice suddenly showed a green luster.

Then, under the sword body, a green sword shadow appeared.

Gou Wuyue gently rotated the hilt, and the green sword shadow was pulled apart with the sound of Nulan.

When the tip of the sword was fixed downward, the sword shadows overlapped into the sword body, creating a long ripple in the void.

"Wuwei Flow, Dao Cheng Zhang Yi!"

With a light whoosh, Gou Wuyue just pulled the famous sword back, without even much movement.

But the storyteller's eyes rolled back, and his whole body seemed to be in spasm, shaking violently.

That look was even worse than Xu Xiaoshou taking drugs!

"Uh--"

With a loud shout.

As Gou Wuyue's famous sword was pulled back, the white sword energy that burst out from the storyteller's body was also forcibly pulled back into his body.

Once again, these sword energies were pulled away from Gou Wuyue's direction.

"Zizizizi!"

The sword energy turned from white to green, from slow to slow, and returned to Gou Wuyue's famous sword.

As the sword energy burst out of his body, the storyteller's body also shook like a sieve, and was completely dyed red by the dense blood lines that came out.

The green sword thread dragged the blood and returned directly to Gou Wuyue's famous sword, and then was swallowed by the green sword shadow under the sword body.

The sword shadow became more blurred and dim.

"Mo sword technique?"

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

Since Gu Qingsan taught him a lesson about the knowledge system of ancient sword cultivators last time in the City Lord's Mansion, he has also made up for some of his knowledge.

Even though there are few records of the ancient sword cultivators' system in the world, the famous nine sword techniques are still circulated.

Mo sword technique is one of them.

This sword technique is extremely difficult to practice. To get started, you need to use the sword intent to comprehend and condense into a half-real and half-real "Mo sword", which is the existence of the green sword shadow.

You can say that.

For most ancient sword cultivators, this initial first step is enough to stump everyone for half a lifetime.

Because the sword intent comprehended to form a substance, this path itself is similar to the formation of sword thoughts.

How difficult is sword thoughts?

It can only be created by the Eighth Sword Immortal who is arbitrary in ancient and modern times. Its difficulty is self-evident.

So in order to achieve this step, you must start with the master's sword intent, which is still a condition that both the sword aptitude and comprehension must be superior to meet.

For most people, even if they enter the throne of swordsmanship, they may not even be able to comprehend the first step of this Mo Sword Art.

As one of the nine great sword arts, the various directions of Mo Sword Art are all carried out on this Mo Sword.

Without the first step, you can't get the stepping stone to enter the door of this Mo Sword Art, and everything that follows is empty talk.

Therefore, basically no ancient sword cultivator would choose to practice Mo Sword Art, which is known as the most difficult sword art to practice to a certain extent.

After all, it's too difficult!

Xu Xiaoshou never thought that the Moonless Sword Immortal was proficient in this extremely rare Mo Sword Art.

"Mo Sword..."

His eyes focused on the green sword shadow.

Xu Xiaoshou understood that the power of this Mo Sword was terrifying!

The presentation of the thought entity between reality and illusion can make Mo Sword ignore all physical and mental defenses, but at the same time, when causing damage, it can also add double attack and alien attack.

Who can withstand this?

An ordinary sword spirit possessed the body, the person is the sword, and then the sword energy is separated from the human body...

What Gou Wuyue did, Xu Xiaoshou thought he could do.

But he was not confident that he could hurt the storyteller to that level with just such a little trick!

"Old Gou..."

The storyteller's body withered in the void.

On the other side, the several incarnations that were blown away before were also panting and cursing.

But they didn't dare to get close!

The storyteller also knew that the most terrifying thing about Mo swordsmanship was not the damage of the Qingmo sword energy at a distance, but the close attack.

A sword immortal with absolute attack and no defense could cause what kind of explosive damage, outsiders had no way of knowing!

Gou Wuyue withdrew his eyes from the disappearing incarnation, and did not bother to deal with other types of storytellers.

This guy was also disgusting.

Even if he spent more effort, he might not be able to find his real body at all.

The incarnation was too magical!

This is clearly a method that only a half-saint can master. Since the storyteller really knows how to do it, he should not be the first target that he wants to kill.

"You, Ba Zun'an, can attack the subordinates that I value, and use this as an excuse to force me not to draw my sword, but have you ever thought about it?"

Gou Wuyue looked at the person in front of him and said, his voice full of coldness: "What you value is also worthless in my eyes!"

As he said.

He shook the tip of his sword, and opened up overlapping green sword shadows in the void, pointing his sword at Cen Qiaofu!

"Gou Wuyue, have you forgotten what you still owe me?" Ba Zun'an heard this, his eyes turned cold.

"Public is public, private is private."

Gou Wuyue's heart was stable, and he was no longer agitated: "My mission today is to arrest the holy slave, and I owe you a private favor... At the very least, I can rescue you from the prison of the Holy Temple at that time."

"Are you going to die?" Ba Zun'an's four fingers trembled and curled up slightly.

Gou Wuyue's sight shifted and noticed the other party's small movements.

The corners of his lips curved, as if smiling.

"Ba Zun'an, if the path you choose is to seal the sword, do you think I will believe you... can draw the sword?"

After saying that, Gou Wu Yue tapped his toes and floated past Ba Zun'an.

He didn't even have the slightest defense, and stabbed Cen Qiaofu with his sword.

"Haitang'er, escort the leader first."

"I'll cover you!"

Cen Qiaofu shouted loudly, holding an axe and rushing forward.

He raised the axe to the air.

Facing Gou Wu Yue who came with a sword first, he had no fear in his eyes, and split Huashan with all his strength.

To put it bluntly, the sword immortal is the realm of Taixu.

Even if it is said to be a god by the world, it is just a Taixu with a stronger attack power, that's all.

As for Taixu...

He Cen Qiaofu is not afraid of anyone!

After all, there are not many Taixu of his age in this world.

In his eyes, this Gou Wu Yue is just a great-grandson!

"Panxian Axe, Yin and Yang cut the dawn!"

The sky was cut from light to darkness by the axe.

It was hard for all the spectators to tell the situation clearly.

But the darkness lasted for less than a moment, and a golden light suddenly flashed, from bottom to top, breaking into the clouds.

"This is..."

Xu Xiaoshou seemed to see a golden ladder rising into the sky.

The phantom of the ladder that went up layer by layer was several feet high, connecting the sky in the darkness, as if one could enter the fairyland from it.

"Stairway-lifting style!"

The crowd suddenly exploded, and someone in white immediately became excited, "It's Senior Wu Yue's ladder-lifting style!"

"Uh, this is..."

Some people were excited, while others were puzzled.

"You are so stupid that you don't even know the 'ladder-lifting style'? No wonder you only have a sword, not a real sword cultivator."

"Listen carefully, our headquarters Guizhe Holy Mountain has a super forbidden area called 'ladder to heaven', do you know that?"

"Hmm?"

"The ladder to heaven connects to the divine realm, but it is also under the pressure of divine power."

"Even the throne can hardly move in that place, and even the way of killing can't take many steps."

"At least, even if you want to go, you can only walk in the human world, and everyone can witness it."

"But when he first entered the realm of sword immortals, Senior Wu Yue went to the ladder to hone his skills, and even created a 'ladder-lifting style'. With one sword, he destroyed all the pressure under the clouds and stepped into the uninhabited world."

"No one knows where he went in the end, because that may be where the gods are."

"But the 'ladder-lifting style' has been passed down for a long time!"

The white-clothed people were chatting enthusiastically, and Xu Xiaoshou was fascinated by it.

But soon, he was attracted back to the battle situation.

After all, he was one of the few people who could see the battle scene in the darkness.

Cen Qiaofu's axe that turned the world upside down was turned by Gou Wuyue's light sword "ladder-lifting style", as if the pressure of the ladder was lifted back.

Tai Chi momentum, backhanded up.

The moment the golden ladder rose up, Cen Qiaofu's whole body power was completely out of control, his body and Panxian axe were lifted up at the same time, and he couldn't even hold his weapon for a while.

One style was broken.

The way of heaven returned to normal, and light returned.

Everyone immediately looked sideways, only to see Gou Wuyue's sword lightly point it.

"Gun!"

A black silk thread appeared in the void.

Xu Xiaoshou's pupils shrank.

Point!

He may not know the "ladder-lifting style".

But he has personally experienced the "point" in the three thousand sword ways on Gu Qingsan.

At that time, the guy couldn't restrain his strength, and the bucket-thick point was enough to make him run away.

Now...

If it weren't for the "perception" that Xu Xiaoshou could not even see the trace of Gou Wuyue's point.

Under this freehand pick and point, how many years of skills are contained!

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.

The fight between the innate strong is always earth-shattering and impressive.

You can watch the battle of Taixu...

Either Yu Lingdi was shattered in one move, or Gou Wuyue defeated the enemy with two swords.

This is really called a silent moistening!

Sure enough, the battle between the weak is thunderous but raindrops are small.

The battle between the strong is unpredictable in an instant, and the rainstorm turns to clear!

There is no surprise.

Cen Qiaofu was picked up and flew into the air and couldn't control his figure at all. In the change of horror, he suddenly felt a pain in his eyebrows.

The next second, his whole head exploded.

"Boom!"

As Cen Qiaofu's head exploded, so did the entire void within a few miles.

Gou Wuyue slowly put away his sword.

The fragments of the void that exploded had been strung together in secret by Qing Mo's sword energy. With the action of putting away the sword, they were put back one after another.

Exploding the sky.

Repairing the sky again!

People with quality will not leave battle garbage at the scene of the battle.

The power that was grasped to the extreme seemed to have been calculated multiple times.

I saw Qing Mo's sword energy flow back, repairing the sky, and then directly jumped into the body of Cen Qiaofu who had just exploded the power of the void and wanted to escape.

Then he pulled his body back at the speed of light in the direction where Gou Wuyue put away the sword.

Gou Wuyue turned around and looked at the eight masters, his face calm.

The famous sword in his hand turned smoothly, pulling multiple green afterimages in the air, and then he lifted it upside down, with the sword body close to the bottom of his elbow and the sword tip backward.

"Chichichi..."

Qingmo's sword energy flowed back into Nulan's voice, and Cen Qiaofu's body was also brought behind Gou Wuyue.

"How about this sword?"

Gou Wuyue still looked at Ba Zun'an, asked softly, and leaned back.

"Chichi!"

With this lean.

The tip of the famous sword was sent into the heart of Cen Qiaofu's headless body.