Chapter 472 Defeated with a Single Sword (Please Recommend and Ask for a Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 472 Defeated with a single sword (recommended please ask monthly ticket)

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, when the black sword light, with endless black waves, suddenly shot down through the air. [This chapter is updated for you by netizens] The spear in Yuan Fei's hand immediately turned into countless pieces of powder, and countless bloodstains appeared on his body.

And when the black tide completely subsided. Yuan Fei couldn't hold it any longer, and staggered back more than ten steps, his hands were stained blood red and trembling slightly. He took a deep breath and never fell down. A mouthful of blood was swallowed back into his stomach.

Then his eyes were bloodshot, and he fixedly looked at the opposite side. It seemed unbelievable that the sword that shattered the world was cut by the person opposite.

Jueyu, with a calm expression on his face, called the black broadsword to him.

"Brother Yuan, I accept it!"

The entire crack in space was silent, and a needle could be heard falling. All the disciples of Cang Sheng Dao are extremely ugly at the moment.

Yuan Fei is the pinnacle of the seventh rank, with a big gun in his hand, he is almost the best among sects. Many people have personally experienced it.

——But such a top person is not a perfect enemy!

Chuxue's breath was suffocated, she was cursing Yuan Fei, and she was defeated in the end. But I didn't expect this guy to lose so badly!

Although he hated Yuan Fei's rudeness, he also knew that this time the common people would probably be ashamed.

Fang Wen's eyes were also slightly stern, and he looked at Jueyu coldly again.

He seemed to be amazed that the sword master's sword skills were unexpectedly strong. It seemed to be an accident, this person's ruthlessness.

After contemplating for a moment, Fang Wen still waved his sleeves towards the back. Han Jian standing behind him understood immediately. Rising from the sky, he fell straight into the field. But he was not as arrogant as Yuan Fei, who stood with his sword in his hand, bowed slightly and said: "The Cangsheng Dao holds the sword, and I have seen Mr. Jue—"

Before the words fell, Jueyu directly interrupted: "You are not Tanqiu, so what good is it if I fight with you?"

That Hanjian was stunned, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes, but after only half a breath, his eyes returned to calm, and he smiled slightly: "Mr. Jue. In my common life, it is not just Tan Qiu who is good at swordsmanship." One person. In the end, whether you can be the son's opponent, you have to try it to know!"

Jue Yu frowned, then smiled coldly: "Then pay attention!"

When the words fell, the black broadsword exploded with countless black strands. As the sword shadow popped out, the entire crack in space also moved for an instant.

Han Jian frowned and looked in front of him. Then the temperament of the whole person changed, like a vast void, which could accommodate everything, and be as open-minded as a valley.

The sword light shot up hundreds of feet, then retracted slightly, becoming more solid. Then it turned into pieces of sword shadows, distributed layer by layer in front of him, thick and dense. Impressively cut off and distorted the space in front of him!

There are disciples of Lingyun Sect who know the goods around, and they are all overjoyed when they see this. Recognizing that this is a Da Sumeru sword secretly handed down by the sect, it was created by the Patriarch Cangshengdao himself, and is known as the number one defensive sword formula in the sect. A heaven-shaking martial art with a rank as high as the ninth rank!

Not far away, those who rushed over to watch the battle were also surprised. There was a bit of seriousness on the faces of many people.

The expression of despair did not change. But just when the black sword light cut into the layers of sword waves. Those entangled filaments suddenly turned into countless black lightning bolts, which exploded violently and spread wildly around, knocking out thousands of sword shadows. All are scattered. All the distorted spaces were also violently shattered!

That broad sword suddenly turned into a ten-foot-long sword light, piercing the heavens and the earth, shattering everything!

Slashing in almost like a broken bamboo, no matter how the sword shadow resists, it will be directly exterminated and chopped to pieces! In the end, it was as light as nothing, and it circled around Hanjian's neck, leaving a bloodstain.

As for Han Jian's face, there was no blood at all. The sword in his hand trembled slightly with his hand. An eighth-rank spiritual soldier, although not broken. There are countless gaps on the blade.

Knowing just now, if it is really life and death. His own head had already been beheaded by this person!

And all the people watching the battle here are also suffocated. Many Cangsheng Dao disciples looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

When Yuan Fei was defeated earlier, it could be said to be an accident. At this time, Han Jian was fully prepared, but was still defeated by Jue Yu's sword. They all turned pale and pale, and they felt as if they had been slapped hard on the face. And a little bit at a loss, these two people are already extremely outstanding figures in the sect.

Xie Anxuanye and the others behind were not necessarily stronger than them. But if he can't even take this desperate sword, then what's the face of Cang Shengdao?

But Jueyu didn't care at all, and recalled the black broadsword again with a slight distraction in his mind. Indifferently said: "Your swordsmanship is good, and the Osumi Sword of Cangsheng Dao is indeed exquisite. It's just that the cultivation of sword intent is not satisfactory! Flaws are everywhere, but you want to do it by force. You are taking this humiliation. To be my opponent, Wait until you have cultivated the Sumeru Sword Intent to the peak!"

Han Jian's complexion was pale at first, and then flushed red again. Osumi Sword, although it is a sect secret, it is a ninth-rank martial art. But his sword intent practice is indeed not at home.

Sumeru, in the Buddhist family, is the residence of the "Emperor of Heaven", a huge mountain with a height of 84,000 yojanas.

However, Xizi named this set of swordsmanship with these two characters, which means mustard seed Nasumi.

The Sumeru Sword Intent is actually the Void Sword Intent. It is also the most difficult to understand among all martial arts ideas.

Therefore, in this sect, even though it inherits the ninth level of swordsmanship that shakes the heavens, and it is also known as the sect's number one guarding sword art, few people practice it.

What Juyu said is not bad. If it is replaced by someone else who is good at swordsmanship, maybe he can last for a while longer.

At this time, there is no face to stay in the field, and stay in the field again. Han Jian cupped his fists and walked back directly.

At this moment, Chuxue took a deep breath. When Han Jian made that sword just now, she almost thought that no one in this world could cut through that heavy sword shadow.

But it was still defeated, so simply and neatly!

I couldn't help but feel my scalp tingling for a while, and when I thought that I might face such an opponent in the near future, I felt palpitations.

It is estimated that even if I play, people can knock me down with just a touch of a finger.

Just when Luan was thinking so wildly, she suddenly felt someone pat her on the shoulder.

"Xue'er, could it be that you are afraid?"

Chuxue was startled, and when she turned around, she suddenly saw Zong Shou standing aside with a slight smile.

First he breathed a long sigh of relief, and then felt strange: "Young master, aren't you going to retreat to hit the day travel environment? Why did you come out?"

At this time, Zong Shou's aura is definitely not at the seventh level.

"It's only one last step away. I happened to hear that Juyu is coming, and I have something to tell you, so I ran out to relax!"

Zong Shou answered casually, and fixed his eyes on the direction of Jue Yu. Then he sighed in admiration: "This Jueyu is really powerful! It really deserves to be the sword that will sweep the three thousand worlds in the future—"

The latter sentence is whispered. Chuxue didn't hear clearly, and was even more confused: "What sweeps the three thousand worlds?"

"nothing!"

Zong Shou shook his head, then stretched out his hand and said, "Give me all the earth sinking talisman and spirit sealing talisman on your body!"

Chuxue's expression was slightly startled, and then without much hesitation, she tore off all the talismans on her body and handed them into Zong Shou's hands.

In just a split second, I can feel the difference in my body. All the heavy burdens were removed, and I felt that my body was extremely light.

And after the talisman was removed, there was no barrier between her soul energy and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

In the past, in order to maintain his body, he was always in a state of floating off the ground. She needs to use all her strength to contact and control the psionic energy of heaven and earth,

At this time, there is no need to deliberately touch it, the energy of the surrounding heaven and earth will surge in. Inside her, there was joy.

Zong Shou grabbed it casually and smashed the dozen or so talismans into pieces. And then another effect: "Do you feel like you can fly?"

Chuxue was at a loss for a while, and then nodded with certainty. At this moment, she felt that she was extremely light, and after there was no restraint on her body, she felt like she was flying.

There is an illusion, thinking that he can soar up without even using his inner breath, without resorting to soul power.

"So do you still remember the sword I used when I met your grandfather?"

Chuxue's pupils shrunk, how could she not remember? Zong Shou once told her to remember that sword. I have never forgotten it, and I can still recall every detail of that night.

"Those who are good at attacking should move above the Nine Heavens!"

——Extremely agile, untraceable, light and elegant!

It was that sword that made Zong Shou cut off half of Hu Qianqiu's sleeve with less than his innate combat power.

"So now, Xue'er, do you have the confidence to make such a sword?"

Chuxue's fists were clenched violently, and her right hand subconsciously moved towards the hilt of her waist.

There was a surge of emotion in her chest, this sword move, whenever she thought about it before, she would only feel frustrated and unbelievable. The more advanced the martial arts, the more sublime the sword felt, it simply shouldn't exist in the world.

However, at this moment, he suddenly gained confidence, as if he had enough ability to use this sword!

"I'll give you another helping hand!"

Zong Shou smiled softly, and then casually tapped a golden talisman on the center of Chuxue's eyebrows.

Chuxue's eyes were sharp, and she recognized that on the talisman, there was a word "luck" and another word on it, which seemed to be "pray". Can't help but stare at Zong Shou with rounded eyes.

Zong Shou also turned his head slightly in embarrassment, hummed and coughed lightly: "Don't worry! It's an improved version, it's unlucky. It will take three hours before it will happen. It's better than going up and embarrassing—"

At this time, Xie An happened to be on the stage, but this one had a calm expression, and he first recruited a few escorts one after another. He sacrificed another silver shield before standing in front of Jueyu.

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