I don’t know when, Jian Wuchen’s figure was everywhere in the sky. Every time he attacked, a figure would be left on the void.
Those figures looked like phantoms. Now all these phantoms were moved, and they even drew their swords at the same time, bursting out endless murderous intent. The sword light trembled, dividing the world into pieces one after another.
"Die, this is my own technique of killing a thousand times. Every figure retains my attack power. How can you resist it?" Jian Wuchen's cold voice came.
Everyone was shocked. No wonder Jian Wuchen was called a peerless genius. His talent in swordsmanship is too strong. His terrifying moves he has made now are all created by him.
You should know that when every practitioner starts, he practices step by step by step in the footsteps of his predecessors.
Therefore, the impact was particularly great. Most people silently practiced the magic of their predecessors. It was not that they did not want to innovate, but that it was too difficult.
Time has flowed through time, and I don’t know how many peerless geniuses have emerged in history, but how many people can create their own powerful skills?
Even if it is created, how many people can be recognized by the world and finally passed down?
On the one hand, it is because the creation technique is too difficult. Many people say that creation is created, but they have also learned too much from others. Most of them are like dogs who cannot withstand the baptism of time and disappear into the long river of history.
However, the tricks displayed by Jian Wuchen are all terrifying killer moves, and any move is enough to be recorded in history.
Especially the move he created now, every time he fires, it will leave a real body mark on the void, not only attacking the enemy, but also retaining 60% of the original combat power.
Now that these hundreds of phantoms attack at the same time, the power has exceeded his own combat power many times. This kind of magic is no longer an ordinary magic, it can be called a treasure technique, and it is even quite powerful among treasure techniques.
Looking at the sword light, the void was broken, and ruthlessly slashing towards Yue Zifeng, Mo Nian's face changed slightly: "Zifeng is dangerous, should you take action?"
“No need.”
Long Chen only answered one sentence, and suddenly a aperture appeared above the void. As soon as the aperture appeared, it was like a rotating saw blade magnifying rapidly.
"Boom boom boom..."
The sword lights and phantoms burst out one after another, and in the void, only Yue Zifeng with a calm face and Jian Wuchen with a shocked face were left.
"What happened just now?"
"Everything is too fast to see clearly."
For a moment, the people watching the game looked dull. Before they could see clearly what was going on, Yue Zifeng broke Jian Wuchen's terrifying move.
"I said that your tricks are flashy but not real, and you have nothing but spirit. You value your tricks but not souls.
A soulless trick is as stiff as a puppet, and his body is full of flaws.
Using the soul to imprint the attack will in the realm, it has to be said that this is a very clever magic.
Unfortunately, you are too self-centered after all. All you imprint is your own soul, and there is no sword soul.
Even if you have the blessing of a strange phenomenon, your space imprint is still just a sign. No matter how strong the attack power is, it will still be futile.
The real sword, you just want to create your own treasure technique after you have experienced the essence. You are too naive." Yue Zifeng looked at Jian Wuchen calmly, and slowly put the sword back into the scabbard behind him, and said lightly.
Seeing Yue Zifeng talking, Long Chen couldn't help laughing. He finally understood why Yue Zifeng, who has always disliked talking, would have such a long discussion today.
He wanted to completely shatter Jian Wuchen's confidence and defeat him in an all-round way from body to soul.
In the Dragon Blood Legion, everyone has a characteristic, which is that they hate betrayal in a great way, which is an act that they will never accept.
"If you only have these abilities, I advise you to commit suicide. You are not qualified to let me kill you." Yue Zifeng said lightly.
Yue Zifeng's words moved all the strong people present. Is this Yue Zifeng really so powerful? He dares to say such a big talk.
"Ignorous idiot, you are too arrogant. Today I will let you pay the price for your arrogance and ignorance."
Jian Wuchen was furious and suddenly roared to the sky, his long hair flew one by one, and a sharp sword-like pattern appeared in his eyes.
At that moment, his momentum suddenly changed, and he was no longer as vast and calm as before. Now his aura seemed to have a tsunami in the sea, rolling up waves of thousands of miles.
A wave of air swept across the world, Jian Wuchen was really angry. He originally wanted to use absolute power to kill Yue Zifeng like a cat playing with mice to prove his strength.
But now he found that the characters were interchanging, and he was the one who was being played with. Especially when he saw Yue Zifeng talking and giving advice to the country, he became even more angry.
"It turns out that Jian Wuchen did not use all his strength before, so it's so terrible."
Looking at Jian Wuchen who had fallen into violence, people felt awe-inspiring. They actually underestimated the horror of the ancient supreme sword cultivator.
"The demon sword possessed it and cut through Cangming, the way of heaven is the only one who can be the sword."
Zhao Wuji's voice became hoarse, word by word, like a bloody oath, his face began to become ferocious, and his violent aura was like a monster from hell, trying to slaughter the people.
"laugh"
Suddenly Zhao Wuji moved, but he didn't see the movement clearly, and saw a black sword light falling.
Yue Zifeng's face was solemn and he stared at the sword. When the sword fell, the long sword behind him left his body and a galaxy light shone.
"boom"
The two lights collided, and Yue Zifeng's sword light was shattered by a blow, and the black sword light slashed against Yue Zifeng's side.
"Boom..."
The earth burst open, endless mountains burst, and Tianjue Valley was cut out with a sword, and the end of it was impossible to see.
There were countless strong men watching around the battlefield, but the sword came too suddenly. Within that range, more than a dozen Yantian people had no time to escape, and were killed by a sword, all disappeared. They didn't even have time to scream, and even the artifacts on their bodies were left with no fragments.
This sword shocked the audience, and countless strong men retreated to the distance. Jian Wuchen was furious and lost his life with all his strength. It was not worth it.
"In the face of absolute power, any sword intent and sword moves are nonsense.
As long as you have absolute power, the sword is just a tool you control, it is really stupid to deliberately make the sword myth.
There must be the most powerful sword moves in the Sword God Dao Dian, but they are unwilling to take them out. They are all selfish guys.
Today, I will unveil the true face of the Tianjian Gate. Yue Zifeng, I will send your head back to the Tianjian Gate to let them know that even if I, Jian Wuchen, do not have the Sword God Taoist Divine Divine, can still reach the peak of the sword Taoism."
Jian Wuchen roared, and the black sword in his hand slashed down again, looking casual, but it was accompanied by ten thousand laws. With the blessing of the strange phenomenon, Jian Wuchen, who burst out with all his strength, seemed to be the master of this world.
He did not explode with all his strength before, and everyone did not feel anything. Now, the strong men present finally felt the horror of the strange phenomenon of the Heavenly Soul.
"boom"
Yue Zifeng avoided the attack again, and the earth was torn apart again. Every attack from Jian Wuchen was like a angrily slash of a mad demon, and it was irresistible.
"Yue Zifeng, aren't you very crazy? Why don't you even dare to take ordinary attacks? You know, now I just used all the power of the vision, but I didn't have a trick. Could it be that the people from Tianjian Sect can only brag?" Jian Wuchen slashed continuously, and the earth was cut into pieces. Yue Zifeng only avoided and did not attack, and he couldn't help but laugh at him.
Yue Zifeng's eyes were cold, and he quietly watched the changes behind Jian Wuchen, and a sneer gradually appeared on his face.
"The reason why I don't take action is to figure out where your power comes from.
Now I understand that your vision is inherited from the sword demon and ghost slaughter 23,000 years ago.
Unexpectedly, this person could not attain enlightenment, and his soul would be immortal, but he would condense into a strange phenomenon of the way of heaven with his own soul.
In other words, your current power is inherited from him, and this is not your power at all. Using other people's power, you are so arrogant. Jian Wuchen, you are indeed not a sword cultivator. Sword cultivator is not so shameless." Yue Zifeng sneered.
"Farting, the power I can control is my power."
Jian Wuchen was furious and slashed with another sword.
"Since it is the power of others, how can we prove the emperor's words? The sword demon, the ghost slaughter, and even the venerable has not been proved. You inherit his mantle and want to prove the emperor? It's a huge joke.
Since all the puzzles have been solved, it is time to end the grudges between us. Haven’t you always thought you were at the peak of the swordsmanship? Then I’ll let you see what is the real swordsmanship.”
Yue Zifeng avoided Jian Wuchen's attack and suddenly stopped dodging. He hugged the long sword in his hand in front of his chest, held the hilt of the sword in both hands, and his eyebrows were close to the sword, and his face was full of solemnity.
A little divine light appeared between Yue Zifeng's eyebrows and poured into the sword. The sword was nourished by the divine light. It was as if it was alive, and it actually emitted its own soul fluctuations, a sacred pressure gathered bit by bit.
"The spirit of the weapon? No, this is not the spirit of the weapon." Mo Nian couldn't help but exclaim. The breath of life blooming in Yue Zifeng's long sword was not the fluctuations that the spirit of the weapon should have.
"That should be the legendary sword spirit. The so-called sword spirit is not a kind of soul, but a law that wanders between heaven and earth.
Legend has it that he is related to the blessing of the Sword God. He is the sword spirit left behind by the Sword God favoring the disciples of the Sword Cultivator.
Only when the most devout sword cultivator is highly consistent with the long sword in his hand, can he call for the blessing of the sword spirit.
Moreover, the blessing of the sword spirit is not permanent, but one-time, with a certain probability of success, but also a certain probability of failure, and the summoned sword spirit is definitely not the same sword spirit.
Of course, all this is just a legend. Perhaps only Yue Zifeng knows the truth or falsehood." Nangong Zuiyue looked at Yue Zifeng, whose face was full of sacred patriarchal and stern colors, and spoke.
As the light surged in Yue Zifeng's eyebrows, the long sword in Yue Zifeng's hand kept trembling, and a faint sound of the great way came out, which made people feel awe.
"Pretending to be a ghost, go to death for me."
Jian Wuchen roared angrily, but deep in his eyes, he had a look of fear. The black long sword in his hand shone with boundless sword light and slashed towards Yue Zifeng.
The eyes of Yue Zifeng, whose solemn expression was closed suddenly opened, and the long sword in his hand made a light sound. At that moment, Yue Zifeng and the long sword in his hand became an inseparable subject.
Facing Jian Wuchen's sword, Yue Zifeng slowly raised the long sword in his hand and slashed it down:
Chapter completed!