Chapter 227 The Eternal Furnace

Impossible, impossible, this thought came to the minds of all the people watching this match. For a novice like Yu Zecheng, three or five swords were the limit. Now he had stabbed more than 200 swords, and each sword contained six Gengjin sword qi. In this short moment, Yu Zecheng had already attacked Wang Shuyuan with nearly 1,400 sword slashes and sword qi strikes. This attack speed has reached the attack speed of Jindan Zhenren.

Yu Zecheng was able to do this, and even he himself was surprised. In the past, when he tried the sword, he could only stab more than 30 slashes, but this time he slashed more than 200 swords, and this was not his limit.

The key is that the moment he swung the sword this time, his kidneys were hot, as if something was activated. These kidneys gave him infinite physical strength, unlimited power, and endless endurance. The immortal bone known as the Eternal Furnace finally showed its power.

However, in just a few moments, more than 200 swords were slashed out, and more than a thousand Gengjin sword qi were released. However, the opponent blocked all these 200 swords. The opponent's sword circle was on the verge of breaking, but it did not break. The reason why it could exist was actually Yu Zecheng's Gengjin sword qi. This sword qi not only had no killing power when it hit the sword circle, but was absorbed by the sword circle and became the power to resist Yu Zecheng's flying sword.

At the same time, Yu Zecheng also discovered that the mystery of the opponent's true essence, absorbing his own attacks and turning them into the opponent's true essence, the operation method is incomparable. This is the mystery of the sword heart and profound energy that the head of the sect can cultivate, which is indomitable, invincible, endless, and boundless.

Moreover, the opponent's flying sword was also very powerful. Except for the sixth-level Golden Wing Sword, my flying sword was intact, and the other five pairs of Golden Wing Swords all had slight cracks, because the opponent's three flying swords were all specially requested by Yuanying Zhenjun Yinglong at Hunyuan Sword Sect. They were the sixth-level Hunyuan Chaos Swords that had been tempered by Yuanying Zhenren of Hunyuan Sword Sect.

Suddenly, Yu Zecheng felt a sense of injustice. Since he met Wang Shuyuan, he was a talented child. Everyone who saw him said that he had a bright future. Except for his master, everyone else said, hey, five elements spiritual roots.

The other party's master was Xuanyuan Wuzu, Yuanying Zhenjun, who was proficient in all sword techniques and could even create sword moves at will. My master's six sword techniques still had unfinished methods. My best pair of flying swords were given to me by my senior brothers who were reluctant to use them. My master envied them very much, but they were the most ordinary swords in the opponent's hands, and he even disdained them.

The other party has Chaos Spiritual Root, a rare spiritual root, Chaos True Yuan Power, extremely powerful, and practices the Qi Refining Technique that only the head of the sect can practice. Everything comes so easily. I have worked hard all the way, killing people to seize books on rainy nights, fighting in the Xian Qin ruins, practicing hard to advance, fighting the six sects trial, everything is earned by myself.

He is a flower in a greenhouse, carefully cared for by countless people, and I am a weed on the roadside, relying on my own hard work. Such a person is not worthy of being my enemy. I want to defeat him, and make him, the proud son of heaven, a loser, be ridiculed by thousands of people, and enjoy his endless terrifying feeling of death.

As Yu Zecheng thought about it, the endless hatred and the sword intent of the raging waves slowly emerged. Although he had practiced one move, this sword intent had already reached its peak. His flying sword began to speed up the attack speed and the killing power. There were no twelve sword lights, but thousands of sword lights. One sword, one move, raging waves and tidal waves, like a long river setting at sunset, endless, rushing to the sea and never returning.

In an instant, the sword light overturned, and Wang Shuyuan's seal gradually collapsed. Yu Zecheng struck hard, and the sword circle broke in the sparks of lightning. The divine light on Wang Shuyuan disappeared, and his face turned pale.

A moment later, the flying swords attacked. Wang Shuyuan used three flying swords to block them continuously. Without the sword style studied by his master, he could no longer use the flying swords to defend automatically. He could only block five swords with his ability. "Puff..." A fountain of blood spurted out, and his right hand was cut off. Then his left hand, feet, body, and head condensed. In another moment, his whole body "expanded" and turned into countless blood mists. It was instantly shattered by the endless flying swords and killed on the spot.

A flash of white light, Yu Zecheng returned to the magic circle, gasping for breath, and his body collapsed to the ground. This endless flying sword, which attacked four hundred swords, was also a burden for him. He didn't feel anything during the battle. When the battle ended, the Eternal Furnace stopped fighting, and his body immediately reacted, weak, extremely weak.

Yu Zecheng didn't care about his body, but immediately summoned his flying sword to watch. At the last moment, he felt that his flying swords were partially damaged. He took them out and saw that they were all intact. It was just the environment. Yu Zecheng let out a sigh of relief, then took out the immortal wine Ji Le Tian and began to drink it in big gulps. He drank more than ten mouthfuls, and then began to breathe heavily and slowly recovered.

Wang Shuyuan's screams came from his ears. The horror of death and the moment of the explosion were magnified ten times, making him immersed in it and screaming incomparably terrifying. Standing behind him was his master, Master Yinglong, who looked at his beloved disciple calmly.

Suddenly, in an instant, Master Yinglong moved to Yu Zecheng's side, looked at Yu Zecheng, and said:

"Well, the young are formidable. After this battle, his pride can be completely eliminated. Not bad."

The words were so, and they were well said, but the power of the Nascent Soul came to the sky. This cross-level pressure made Yu Zecheng unable to move, let alone think.

At this moment, Nan Tian Zhenren stood in front of Yu Zecheng, and all the pressure disappeared. He blocked all the pressure from the opponent and said:

"Yes, Master, if jade is not polished, it will not be made into a tool. Zecheng did the right thing, otherwise he would not be worthy of the sword heart and profound energy."

Yinglong Patriarch nodded, as if he was praising something, and disappeared in an instant, and Wang Shuyuan also disappeared. Nan Tian Zhenren turned around and said:

"Zecheng, your last blow was too obvious."

There was a moment between Wang Shuyuan's body splitting and exploding. This moment was deliberately done by Yu Zecheng, slowing down the sword's momentum in order to intensify the torture on him. This intention was seen by others, so Yinglong Patriarch came over to vent his anger for his apprentice and torture Yu Zecheng a little.

At the critical moment, Nan Tian Zhenren stepped forward and resisted Yinglong Patriarch. Although Nan Tian Zhenren looked normal, Yu Zecheng found that his back was soaked with sweat. The pressure on the master in that confrontation just now is self-evident.

Yu Zecheng choked up and said:

"Master?"

Nan Tian Zhenren said:

"I'm fine, you still have the second battle, now you are the focus of everyone, don't let me down, Master, you try your best, I also have a battle, you and I will let them see who has the sharpest sword this time."

Yu Zecheng nodded firmly, at this time all the battles were over, plus the byes, there were fifteen people left in the field, among whom Gu Lun Qi Wen, Lei Bingyun, Feng Lingjing, Cheng Lan all won, Feng Lianlian failed and disappeared, but Yu Zecheng had an indescribable feeling about her, he relied on Pangu World to shatter the illusion of the ancient mirage beast, but when he came out, Feng Lianlian had already come out for a long time, she was extremely weird.

Fifteen people were automatically selected here instantly, one of them was byes, the remaining seven would stay, and the seven failed and left.

Yu Zecheng returned to the battle illusion again. At this time, a city turned out under his feet. It was an abandoned city. It looked so familiar. It was the city where the ancient mirage beast merged. Before Yu Zecheng could think much, an enemy appeared on the opposite side.

Yu Zecheng did not know this person, but when he saw Yu Zecheng, his expression froze, and then he immediately flew towards Yu Zecheng on his sword. He had just ended the battle in advance and saw Yu Zecheng's battle. He had an impression of Yu Zecheng's endless sword waves. In an instant, he came up with a way to deal with Yu Zecheng's sword waves and rushed towards him.

When charging over, the opponent's figure slowly disappeared, and the whole person turned into a ball of sword energy, and the man and the sword became one. If Yu Zecheng had endless waves, then he would be the one who broke the waves, cutting through the thorns and attacking the opponent in this sea of ​​swords.

Instantly, the opponent launched the strongest attack. This sword was Jian Ning Liao's sword of divine unity. This sword was a special technique of body and sword unity. Compared with this sword, Yu Zecheng's body and sword unity was a rural folk method. The opponent's sword was a professional sword technique, a fatal blow.

Whether to avoid or fight, two thoughts flashed in Yu Zecheng's mind in an instant, but before he could think of a countermeasure in his mind, the sword in his hand had already been sent out, strong against strong, attack against attack, the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road.

In an instant, Yu Zecheng's eternal furnace was ignited, giving the greatest help, and Yu Zecheng also united his body and sword, and fought hard with the opponent. At the moment when the two sides impacted and fought, Yu Zecheng released 108 sword qi, these sword qi, flashed out, hundreds of golden sword qi merged into one, turned into a sky-high sword qi, and collided with the opponent.

At this moment, Yu Zecheng suddenly had a feeling of the time when he controlled the Yuanying puppet to destroy the Qianmo Lingzun Sect. This sword strike was very similar to the sword strike at that time, as if at this moment, Yu Zecheng imitated the Yuanying Zhenjun's sword control method.

"Boom" The two collided, and a huge explosion sounded. The ring-shaped wave continued to spread outward. Where the wave passed, the earth overturned and the city collapsed. This shock that overturned everything was transmitted to several miles away before the power slowly subsided.

The huge gray smoke pillar lost the support of the subsequent power and began to dissipate slowly. For a while, the sky and the ground were full of gray smoke and dust. When the smoke and dust fell, a bottomless black hole with a radius of several feet appeared on the ground at the impact. With the black hole as the center, the high-pile ring-shaped protrusions were circled one after another until a hundred meters away.

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