Chapter 1936 Killing Sword Art!

What is a sword?

A sword is a weapon, a tool, or scrap metal.

Success is a weapon, a tool.

Failure is scrap metal!

What is the Tao?

The Tao of heaven and earth, the Tao of emotion, the Tao of cultivation, the Tao of killing...

The Tao is a road, but it is not a road.

The Tao is emotion, but it is not emotion.

The Tao is an object, but it is not an object.

The Tao is a soul, but it is not a soul!

A touch of the sword, a touch of sadness.

A touch of the sword, a touch of desolation!

What is the Tao, then it is what it is!

At this moment, Xin Leng created the killing sword, this first move——

He said it was sad, then it was sad!

He said he wanted to be sad, then he wanted to be sad!

Emotions were swayed and could not be stopped. The gap in cultivation was too big to contend with.

This is the real sword, Xin Leng spent five thousand years to create the killing sword!

When he rushed out, his figure turned into a dazzling golden sun, as if only he was left between heaven and earth, and only that blood-red long sword was left!

There was no sword light, no huge red name, only Xin Leng himself rushed into the colorful light, his figure was unstoppable, quickly swept past, and rushed out!

"Hiss!!!"

A large number of people sucked in cold air and the sound of cold air spread at this moment.

They had all heard of Xin Leng's legend, but Xin Leng was a low-key person, always focusing on the sword, and not subject to any worldly temptations and provocations.

Therefore, the reputation of the son of the sword gradually faded with the passage of time.

Those who have a great reputation have always been those so-called geniuses who like to shuttle through the inferior star fields and make a big fuss about trivial matters!

And today, they saw the strength of the son of the sword!

It is much stronger than the son of the dark night.

At least, Xin Leng did not pause, there was no confusion in his eyes, and there was no struggle in his expression.

As if walking on flat ground, there was only the sword in his heart, and he was not subject to any temptation or deception!

Even when Su Han saw this scene, his pupils shrank.

Pride!

These two words burst out from the bottom of Su Han's heart.

This is a true genius. Compared with the other so-called geniuses around, Xin Leng is the real genius!

The colorful light is a forbidden spell illusion. Su Han used the power of magic to condense the illusion and hinder the opponent.

Guang Qingye still has the talent and understanding. After the initial struggle and confusion, he rushed out.

But here, Ke Leng's expression did not change at all. He seemed to not care about anything. His eyes were only fixed on the sword in his hand. The illusion seemed to be non-existent!

"If this child had not died young, he would have been famous in the Milky Way in the future, not to mention guarding a place!"

Su Han took a deep breath, and his love for talent rose unconsciously at this moment.

How long has it been...

How long has it been since I met such a genius...

Those with special physiques, such as Ling Xiao, are indeed geniuses, but they are completely different from Xin Leng.

Ling Xiao and others are born with special physiques, which are gifts from heaven and cannot be changed.

Ke Leng, however, has his own understanding, his own talent, and his own state of mind!

In comparison, if someone's achievements are greater, Su Han may not be able to say it, but if someone is more loved by Su Han, it is undoubtedly Xin Leng!

"Rush out!"

Just as Su Han was thinking about these things, an excited shout came from the crowd.

Xin Leng's figure had completely rushed out of the colorful light, and when he came to the forbidden spell trapped dragon, he did not stop at all, and shouted again--

"The second style of the killing sword-joy and kill!"

As Xin Leng's words fell, the originally sad atmosphere, at this moment, made people excited!

It seemed that there were countless beautiful girls dancing in front of him, and it seemed that there were endless treasures placed in front of him...

Many Tianjiao, when they looked up, seemed to not see the four forbidden spells, could not see Xin Leng, but could only see huge spiritual crystal veins, extremely precious elixirs, extremely rare rare spiritual herbs, and colorful peerless weapons!

This is an illusion, an illusion from the killing sword, an illusion given to them by Xin Leng!

However, the forbidden spell to trap the dragon was cast by Su Han, and this illusion is ineffective against Su Han!

"Boom!!!"

The huge palm fell from the void again and rushed towards Xin Leng.

Xin Leng's expression, which had never changed, finally trembled at this moment. When he raised his head, the long sword soared into the sky and collided fiercely with the palm!

"Swish!"

After the first moment, the huge palm was directly penetrated by the blood-red long sword and torn into two halves!

"What?!"

"Oh my God... Is this true? Am I seeing things?"

"The palm that can shatter the body of the first son of God through the underworld weapon was actually... torn apart by the son of the sword?"

"It turns out that among the ten sons of God, the strongest is the son of the sword..."

"In the first stage, the son of the sword was not ranked, but I didn't expect him to be so terrible!"

The whole audience was in an uproar!

Even Mu Shenling, Shi Wushuang, and Lin Qisha took a deep breath at this moment, somewhat unbelievably.

Each of them had a prominent background, the daughter of Emperor Mu Hua, the direct disciple of the Queen of Destruction, the number one prodigy in the Blood Spirit Sect...

The means and secrets they mastered were no weaker than Xin Leng!

But at this moment, looking at Xin Leng's somewhat thin figure, they felt... the gap was too big!

As the son of God and the son of a noble, they were equally famous, but Xin Leng's sword of killing was far better than them!

"Boom!!!"

When everyone was shocked, the second palm fell from above.

"Brother Xin Leng."

Su Han said: "The forbidden spell to trap the dragon is stronger than the last one."

This was a reminder, but Xin Leng ignored it. The long sword in his hand suddenly grew ten feet, not a sword beam, but a real long sword!

Su Han saw with his own eyes that countless blood was poured into the long sword, which made the long sword grow.

And Xin Leng's already thin figure became thinner after the blood gushed out.

Even from the blood, Su Han felt a taste of life.

"Nonsense!"

Thinking of all this, Su Han couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Using life and life to study the sword art, even if it really reaches the peak, so what?

Without the support of life and life, no matter how strong the sword art is, it is just shit!

"The third style of the sword art of killing - true and false!"

Immersed in it, Xin Leng spoke for the third time.

This time, the word "kill" disappeared, and Xin Leng's figure disappeared along with it!

"Wow!"

The huge palm swept past, the long sword disappeared, Xin Leng disappeared, as if everything had dissipated between heaven and earth.

But in that silence, a blood-red long sword suddenly flashed out, and slashed down from behind the palm!