Chapter 492: Illusory Kendo

"A person who doesn't even have the qualifications to recognize the Lord, and can only stare blankly?"

The surrounding kendo experts all looked strange when they heard this. A novel ≦≦≦﹤﹤≦≦＜＜﹤﹤≤＜

Jian Wushuang's words were obviously a mockery of Su Ming. After all, Su Ming had possessed the Heart-Slaughter Sword for thousands of years, but as a result, the Sword of Heart-killing could not be recognized as its master.

"Really brave."

Su Ming's handsome face was faintly flickering with cold light, and he stared at Jian Wushuang, "It's been a long time since no one dared to talk to me like this, so I'll just say this to you, you don't have to leave today."

"Even if I don't say it, you're afraid you didn't plan to let me go, right?" Jian Wushuang smiled coldly, "Su Ming, it's all for this sake, so there's no need to pretend any more. Yes."

"Since you are in such a hurry to die, then this seat will fulfill you." After Su Ming finished speaking, there was an extra sword in his hand.

The sword, the sword body is almost transparent, like a dream, Su Ming holds this long sword like a dream, and immediately there is a terrifying sword intent sweeping out from his body.

The sword has no double face and is extremely dignified.

The sword demon Su Ming is different from the princes of Nanyu and Zizhong who he had fought against before. Although his spiritual power cultivation base is still at the cloud level, and this Su Ming is only at the level of the eighth level, he can be one of the nine great monarchs of China. One, this Su Ming has crossed the threshold of Tao.

Dao, that is the supreme Dao above the source.

Once it crosses the threshold of Dao, its strength will undergo earth-shaking changes.

"Boy, are you ready to die?" Su Ming looked at Jian Wushuang, his eyes seemed to be looking at a dead man.

"Let the horse come here." Jian Wushuang clenched the Heart-Slaughter Sword in his hand, and the phantom of the golden sword soul 18 feet tall behind him also spread a magnificent aura.

Su Ming smiled coldly, and followed the dreamlike long sword in his hand, which was a random sword.

It does look like a very casual sword, but it's still slow.

But when the sword was split out, a colorful, dream-like sword light appeared between heaven and earth.

This sword light is thrilling and fascinating.

Seeing this sword light,

Jian Wushuang couldn't help but startled, and the scene in front of him changed in an instant.

"Shuang'er, Shuang'er, save me, save me!"

The terrified voice echoed in Jian Wushuang's ears. Jian Wushuang looked over, but found that his father, who had always been indifferent, was fleeing wildly in horror. The sword chased.

"Father!" Jian Wuduo's color couldn't help but change greatly.

"No!" Jian Nantian let out a shrill scream, and his body was actually split in half by the blood peak prince.

This scene made Jian Wushuang feel a chill in his heart, but immediately followed Jian Wushuang and realized it.

"Illusion, it's an illusion!"

"Wake up, wake up!"

Jian Wushuang roared furiously in his heart, gritted his teeth violently, and only tried to get himself out of the illusion with the help of that stinging pain.

And when he recovered his consciousness, he saw that the thrilling sword that Su Ming unleashed had already appeared in front of him less than a meter away. At such a close distance, he had already done what he wanted to swing the sword against. No, I can only reluctantly move to the side.

Su Ming's sword was originally aimed directly at Jian Wushuang's head, but with Jian Wushuang's move, this sword light rubbed Jian Wushuang's ear and slashed on Jian Wushuang's right shoulder.

Whoa!

Jian Wushuang's right shoulder was directly split, and a huge sword mark appeared, and blood rushed out immediately. Fortunately, Jian Wushuang's body was strong enough, otherwise this sword would definitely have split his entire right arm.

After a sword blow, Jian Wushuang didn't care about the pain from his right arm, and quickly retreated.

And that Su Ming, still standing in the void, slowly retracted the long sword.

"Is your consciousness good, you can break free from my fantasy swordsmanship." Su Ming sneered and looked at Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang was heartbroken at this moment.

He never imagined that Su Ming's swordsmanship contained such a terrifying illusion.

"Illusory Kendo?" Jian Wushuang also heard what Su Ming said, and couldn't help but nodded secretly.

As expected of the Tao that is above the source, it is indeed terrifying.

With the sword just now, if his reaction was a little slower than half a beat, Su Ming's sword would probably hit him directly in the head, and the result...

"My phantom swordsmanship is quite amazing. Among the many princes in Shenzhou, there are very few who are qualified to take my sword. You can take my sword and not die. This alone is already worthy of pride." Su Ming said.

Jian Wuduo had a solemn expression and never spoke, but the secret technique of seizing the soul was already running in his heart.

"Secret technique, capture the spirit!"

Since he set foot in Shenzhou, Jian Wushuang has never used the secret technique of seizing the soul.

This secret technique is too heavy for the body. If it is not desperate, Jian Wushuang is not willing to use it at all, and he has been in Shenzhou for so long, but he has never really tried his best. Until today, when he met this Su Ming, he had to use it. .

As soon as the Spirit Seizing Secret Technique was used, a terrifying devouring force burst out from Jian Wushuang's body, spreading out to the surroundings. What Jian Wushuang was using at the moment was the third volume of the Spirit Seizing Secret Technique, which was already the Spirit Seizing Technique. The highest level of occultism.

In an instant, the world shook.

The void where Jian Wushuang is located seems to have become a huge vortex, ruthlessly swallowing everything in the world, and the surrounding energy from all things in the world is rushing towards Jian Wushuang at an astonishing speed.

The ground below, also visible to the naked eye, began to dry up.

In the blink of an eye, within a radius of dozens of miles, it has turned into a dead place.

This scene shocked the kendo powerhouses who were watching the battle.

"What a terrifying method!"

"Well, what the hell is going on here?"

"What is the use of the power to transform all things in the world?"

These kendo powerhouses are all in awe.

"Hmph, it's just a little trick." Su Ming sneered, unmoved.

Finally, the devouring power came to a standstill, and at this moment, Jian Wushuang's aura had risen to a whole new level.

The third volume of the Secret Art of Seizing Soul, the improvement of Jian Wushuang, is the improvement of spiritual power, and the improvement of power, which is enough to raise his strength to a whole new level.

Of course, the load on the body is also extremely huge.

Jian Wushuang's eyes were full of blood, and then he pointed to the void in front of him.

"Asura Secret Technique, Naihe Bridge!"

The terrifying power of buzzing exploded, and a huge and boundless blood bridge appeared from the edge of the blood river, slowly extending to the end of the blood river, and Jian Wushuang stepped on the blood bridge, with a large amount of body on his body. The blood was surging, and a layer of blood-colored armor faintly appeared on his body.

The breath on his body also soared again.

Jian Wushuang glanced at Su Ming, and the next moment, his figure moved.