Chapter 414 Thousand Swords

"The old thief is powerful, Mr. Qin, Kuangshi, Feng Ye, Zhang Zhuzuo, I can't wait, when will I wait!"

Yaoyue Sanren yelled wildly, "The rest of the people, when dealing with the younger generation of the Jiang family, this generation definitely does not have the miraculous skill of swallowing soldiers' energy. Form an formation and kill them with blood weapons."

Yaoyue deserves to be the final winner of the seven-party competition. She is good at battle formation and good at commanding.

The four people he selected just now are the only remaining four powerful condensate experts in the field.

On this side, Yaoyue's scattered people are deployed well, and the people are divided into two groups to fight. The people below the condensate will attack the members of the Jiang family, and those above the condensate will encircle the second master of the Jiang family.

On the other side, the battle between Xu Yi and Feng Xifeng was also announced.

Xu Yi was very annoyed, and racked his brains to provoke the two sides into a vicious fight. He never expected that Feng Xifeng didn't even care about the main battlefield, and rushed to him.

After several fights and protected by Iron Essence, Xu Yi was no longer afraid of Feng Xifeng.

What annoyed him was that he was dragged into the battle group when he obviously had to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight.

Feng Xifeng's momentum is extremely fast, both in the boundless sea, Xu Yi has the step of returning to Yuan, Feng Xifeng has the realm of crushing, and the speed of rushing is even better.

Before Xu Yi escaped fifty feet away, he was overtaken. The Divine Will Sword spun wildly, countless silver lights flashed, and countless terrifying cracks were added to Xu Yi's body.

"Junior, I didn't intend to kill you, but you are too aggressive!"

Feng Xifeng stood alone in the sky, his black hair fluttering, and the divine will sword in his palm was shining brilliantly, vowing to burn half the sky to the ground.

Xu Yi sneered, "The king of swords, the king of sweet swords, Lao Feng, I just said this casually, but it fits your temperament so well. At this time, you and I are going to live and die, and you are still so hypocritical!"

While speaking, one after another air circles came out from his palms.

"Dividing life and death? You deserve it!"

King Feng Jian let out a long howl, the Divine Will sword turned around, and another streak of rotten silver flashed past. Xu Yi's energy was only gathered, and was cut to pieces by King Feng Jian again.

"But relying on a broken sword, if you abandon the sword and use it, how can you compete with me?"

Xu Yi couldn't eat grapes at first, saying that the grapes were extremely sour.

In secret, he admired Feng Xifeng's Divine Will Sword to the extreme.

Even today, he can be considered a battle-tested man, but he has never encountered such a terrifying existence as the Divine Will Sword.

Now he has cultivated to the peak of the sea of ​​qi, and the use of the Zangfeng style has also reached the peak of strength, and then he hits the qi dragon, which is extremely abundant, and he is confident that even the second master of the Jiang family will never dare to force it.

But such a terrifying move is completely useless in front of Feng Xifeng.

That extremely enchanting sword of divine intent, no matter how fierce you are, with a flash of silver light, everything will disappear.

The killing intent is strong, the sword move is fast, the heart is as fast as the sword is, and it is irresistible. If there is no iron essence, Xu will have been killed by the sword long ago.

Facing this kind of opponent, Xu Yi can only take advantage of it when he is exhausted.

The same is the boundless sea, Xu Yi has absolute confidence in the strength of his soul.

"But relying on a strange talisman, I want to see how long this broken talisman can last!"

Feng Xifeng sneered, and devoted himself to using the sword. For a while, the sword energy filled the sky, almost burning half of the sky.

Resisting was useless, so Xu Yi simply gave up his efforts and fought his fate to become an invincible golden body. At the same time, he also tried to capture the extremely fierce sword intent.

Ten swords, a hundred swords, a thousand swords...

The Divine Will Sword is like a red elf, constantly spinning, pieces of rotten silver almost tear the entire sky.

Among the rotten silver, Xu Yi is like a piece of glass that can be continuously united, broken bit by bit, and glued together bit by bit after a top-quality elixir.

Then, break again and unite again.

The intensive tearing caused Xu Yi great pain, but the physical pain was completely overwhelmed by Xu Yi's spiritual joy.

Xu Yi could clearly feel that the splitting by the Divine Will Sword had greatly benefited his body, and along with the endless splitting, the Invincible Golden Body seemed to be evolving as well.

He could even feel that his body was becoming more and more difficult to separate, and the speed of recovery was getting faster and faster, and even the gray sun in the depths of the sea of ​​qi was a little brighter.

In addition to the physical transformation, what excited Xu Yi even more was that the trace of sword intent that he had worked so hard to capture from the beginning finally had a familiar taste.

It turned out that in Xu Yi's original plan, he would fight back until Feng Xifeng was completely exhausted.

However, as the iron essence in his hand became hotter and hotter, his heart gradually became hotter, and a bold and strange idea jumped out from the depths of his mind inexplicably.

At this point, he began to consciously capture the trajectory of Feng Xifeng's sword moves.

Xu Yi was completely stunned by this capture. His perception was as subtle as his, but he couldn't figure out the way at all.

He couldn't even feel that the origin of this sword move was really unknown. Such a strange move was almost beyond his imagination.

After all, Xu Yi had the knowledge of two lifetimes, and his thoughts changed suddenly, and he had a glimpse of understanding: Feng Xifeng's sword moves that come and go are very similar to the legendary state of winning without moves.

If he has really cultivated to this level, what he wants to comprehend is not the sword move, but the sword intent.

Thinking of this, he secretly scolded himself for being stupid: God's will, all the mysteries, can't just be like the sword of God.

Aiming at the direction, Xu Yi began to comprehend with his heart, ten swords add to the body, a hundred swords add to the body, a thousand swords add to the body, use the body as the furnace, use the heart as the touch, let the storm of swords be tempered, he only uses his heart to capture a trace of meaning.

Gradually, Xu Yi finally caught that trace of inexplicable sharpness.

It is a kind of sword in my heart and me in the heart of the sword, the sharp meaning of cutting everything with one sword.

"This is the real top martial art!"

Inexplicably, Xu Yi felt a strong sense of admiration.

The patriarch of the Wen family was tired. At first, he had a strong urge to watch a wonderful drama.

However, the two martial arts students on the stage kept walking on the pillars, one circle, two circles, ten circles, hundreds of circles, countless circles, watching him drowsy.

The ancestors of the Wen family were all tired from watching the opera, and Feng Jianwang, who was singing on the stage, was even more tired.

Xu Yi's guess was right. His unparalleled swordsmanship was all based on the sharp intention of cutting everything, melting his own intention into sword intention, and only then did he have the famous sword king Feng Xifeng.

Just as human power is sometimes poor, so is human will.

He simply suspected that Dao Yan had given the vajra amulet at the bottom of Wuji Guan's box to this scar-faced child.

Otherwise, his Divine Will Sword, which is enough to force the Senhun Patriarch to retreat, is invincible below the condensed liquid. After thousands of swords, he still couldn't take down this helpless scar-faced child.

After thousands of swords, his extremely tough soul gradually became empty.

The scar-faced boy on the opposite side was still the same, broke, took medicine, broke again, took medicine again, he really didn't know how many top-quality pills were stored in this scar-faced boy's Sumeru Ring.

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