Chapter 102: The Power of the Heavenly Sword! The God of Boxing!
After Wuming drew his sword, it landed on the rocks again and said calmly: "Anyone who commits unjust acts will be killed. You have committed many evil deeds and are hopeless. I will abolish your martial arts today to save the lives of the people."
Wuming is a man of great righteousness, but he is not a pedantic person who is ignorant of flexibility. After discussing swords with Liu Hao in the Imperial City, his spiritual realm has been completely sublimated.
If you can kill one person and save the world, you can naturally do it.
What's more, Po Jun was not killed at this time.
If Po Jun can be an ordinary person with peace of mind, he can naturally stay away from the disputes in the world.
Bang bang bang!!!
On the Japanese warship, the old emperor clapped his hands and sighed: "The myth of martial arts is indeed well-deserved, but today I have an army of 100,000 people. No matter how powerful your sword is, how can you kill 100,000 people with one sword?"
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Escape from an army of 100,000 people and kill 100,000 people are not the same concepts. Although Tianjian Wuming's sword energy is extremely powerful, it is still absolutely impossible to kill 10,000 people with one person.
The old emperor laughed and said: "Pojun is a loser. As a descendant of the Sword Sect, he is so useless. What's the use of keeping him? Throw him into the sea and feed the fish!"
"Whoever takes the nameless head and reaches China first today can take charge of the Central Plains Wulin for me and order the entire army to continue the attack!!!"
"Subordinate, follow your orders!"
Pojun's martial arts skills were disabled and he had no use value. Without any further instructions from the emperor, Japanese warriors carried him down.
Thousands of Japanese warships were not delayed by Po Jun's defeat, and continued to cut through the waves, heading towards the shore.
The Japanese martial arts masters also gathered their strength and stared at Wuming.
This supreme position in the Central Plains martial arts world symbolizes supreme power and status. It is so tempting that everyone wants to sit on it.
The warship approached Wuming a hundred meters away. The Japanese masters headed by Jue Wushen jumped from the ship one after another. Everyone used their killing methods to kill Wuming quickly!
On the sea surface, Qi energy crisscrossed the sea, and water jets kept exploding.
Dozens of martial arts masters launched their moves with unparalleled power. The sky was dark, the sun and the moon were dim, and countless water pillars exploded on the sea. The momentum was so great that the sea almost turned upside down!
With such an earth-shattering offensive, even the indestructible immortals would be blown to pieces.
Evil King Jianmei Yixuan sensed something unusual. It was not the terrifying offensive from the Japanese masters, but the vitality around Wuming's body that was going berserk.
Facing the onslaught of dozens of Japanese masters, Wuming's face remained calm, but the heroic sword in front of him began to vibrate and let out a sword sound that sounded like a dragon's roar.
The next moment, the rocks under Wuming's feet had been broken into powder. Wuming stood in the void and groaned:
"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"
Thousands of dazzling sword energy erupted from the acupoints all over his body. He stretched out his hands flatly and clenched them suddenly at the Japanese master who was attacking in front of him.
In an instant, the vitality of heaven and earth within a hundred feet above the sea condensed!
The heroic sword flies!
With this sword coming out, all the swords in the world will return to the sect, and all the swords in the world will be like a servant meeting his master, like worshiping a god.
Uncountable amounts of sword energy were pouring towards the Japanese masters in front of them from all directions. It seemed that even the void had turned into sword energy!
The clouds of the nine heavens droop, and the water of the four seas stands.
As soon as the sword move was made, unparalleled sword power was born from the body. The nameless figure stood on the sea, turning into a faint shadow, which could not be caught. The sword energy was scattered in all directions, and the sound of thousands of urns on the battlefield was heard.
, centered on Wuming, thousands of swords flew like a violent storm.
Even the water mist on the sea condensed into countless water swords.
The flying swords flying all over the sky cut through the sky with great force, weaving a sword net in the air, and without any sword energy, it was going to smash all the enemies in front of it.
The sword energy covers the sky and the sun.
Seeing such a strange sight, the Evil King's pupils suddenly shrank, and he sighed: "Ten thousand swords have returned to the sect, and they can control all things in the world, and they can be used as swords. First there is the Heavenly Sword, but it cannot be called the Heavenly Sword...
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At this miraculous moment, everyone on the battlefield was silent and stunned!
not good!!!
My scalp was numb and my liver and gallbladder were shattered.
He was defeated by the evil king first, and his fighting spirit was already weakened by three points. At this time, he had to bite the bullet and take action under the emperor's order, in order to save the crisis.
Bearing the brunt of Wan Jian Gui Zong's attack, Jue Wu Shen couldn't avoid it. His heart skipped a beat, and he stretched his arms across his body. He once again used his Xuan Gong to the extreme, hoping to resist Wan Jian Gui Zong's attack with his indestructible golden body.
Continuous sword qi struck hard at the vital part of his chest, and the sound of metal and iron clashing could not be heard. Thousands of sword qi seemed to have spirituality, and they struck hard at only one vital point on his chest.
Thousands of swords crisscrossed the body, and a gap was cut into the indestructible golden body.
The sword energy was like a pillar, passing through the body. Jue Wushen's body was unbalanced and fell into the sea. His eyes widened and he looked at the blood hole in front of his chest in disbelief. Blood poured out from the blood hole like a fountain...
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How can this sword be beyond the reach of human beings!?
At the same time, a man flew up from the shore, spreading his wings like a roc, and landed on the sea. He ran across the river and across the sea as if he were walking on flat ground.
"Since you are about to die, you might as well use this skill for me."
A domineering and deep voice came, and Li Chenzhou grabbed the top of Jue Wu Shen's head who was about to fall into the sea with one hand, activated his blood-returning hand, and absorbed all the strong vitality in his body that was about to disappear for his own use.
Even the indestructible golden body of the Wushenjue Palace Master was killed by Wanjian Guizong, and another monster-level master from the Central Plains appeared.
In today's deadly battle across the river, the Japanese masters lost all will to fight and fled in panic to avoid the all-encompassing sword energy.
After Li Chenzhou drained Jue Wushen's internal energy, he threw his remains into the sea. His true energy surged by three points again, and he suddenly raised his energy to pursue him.
On the Japanese warship, a figure as majestic and tall as a mountain came down, punched in the air, and collided with Li Chenzhou's fists.
The sound of violent energy was heard endlessly, and the mountain-like fierce man flew backwards for more than ten feet and landed on the warship far away. Li Chenzhou swayed slightly and stood still in the sea, with a little momentum of pursuit.
He was slightly surprised and asked: "What's your name, so you can take a punch from me?"
"The God of Boxing!"
The strong man who was more than two meters tall made his throat tremble, spit out three words and a mouthful of red blood, and attacked again...