Chapter 1200, desolate wind and thunder, yellow sand covering bones
Huaiziyou's fast sword is not only reflected in the word "kuai".
There are a total of 108 swords in the soul-chasing swordsmanship. It can be said that the previous 107 swords are all pursuing the ultimate speed. One sword is faster than the other, creating a fatal blow that makes the enemy breathless.
But this was not the case with the last sword.
The final form of the Soul-Chasing Sword, the "quickness" of the 108th sword, its main purpose is to change from extreme speed to extreme stillness, and the "quickness" required to adapt to the time required for the change between the two.
When the enemy had adapted to the attacking rhythm of the previous one hundred and seven swords, and tried his best to defend with the swift sword movement every move, and raised his sword speed to below the extremely fast level, he suddenly stopped.
In an instant, the enemy will instinctively fall into a brief stagnation.
No one can resist this instinctive tendency.
Even those who are weak cannot even keep up with the moment of stagnation, but will block one more time out of thin air out of inertia.
But such a weak person would never be able to force Huai Ziyou's 108th sword.
And this is exactly the true meaning of his soul-chasing sword.
The pursuit is to adapt to the switch and adaptation between extreme stillness and extreme movement faster than the enemy.
Recover from the stagnant state faster than the enemy, thus killing with one strike!
The sky opens, and the morning light penetrates the mist.
The sky is already slightly bright at this moment.
Just like Huai Ziyou's sword, it has found a bright node for breakthrough.
The moment the 107th sword was successfully blocked by Lu Feng, Huai Ziyou created a brief stagnation.
Just as he expected, Lu Feng was also unable to escape this inertial trend. The sword in his hand still maintained the same posture as the 107th sword, and also fell into a brief stagnation.
Due to the pursuit of extreme speed, Huai Ziyou's hand holding the sword was already a little numb at the moment, but it did not prevent him from adapting to the extremely quiet state in an instant and thrusting out the one hundred and eighth sword.
Pierce the ultimate sword of this soul-chasing sword!
When the sword came out, it was like the dawn, and the hazy light enveloped the surrounding areas. It was clearly visible, but people couldn't react at all. It fell on the body inadvertently. In an instant, blood spattered everywhere and the head was separated.
but……
This time, Huaizi You miscalculated.
When the edge of the Soul-Chasing Sword in his hand was less than one ten thousandth of a millimeter away from Lu Feng's throat, and was about to pierce it and kill him with one strike, Lu Feng's figure suddenly disappeared from sight.
He had already reacted!
Huai Ziyou's eyes widened in disbelief.
Judging from Lu Feng's composure, it was even a little faster than his reaction to adapt to the transition between extreme movement and extreme stillness!
Huai Ziyou couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
How is this possible?!
Thinking back to the one hundred and seven swords before...
Thinking back to the previous feeling of disobedience...
"Could it be that...at that time..."
A frightening thought suddenly appeared in Huai Ziyou's mind, 'Could it be that at that time, he wasn't forced to adapt to my fast sword? But he was able to display a speed that was even faster than it?'
'This is the only way to explain everything in front of you, right?'
Only in this way can we adapt to that situation one step ahead of him. Wait...
Huai Ziyou suddenly trembled, and the inexplicable sense of dissonance gradually became clear in his mind.
That seemed to be more than just a violation of resisting his sword power!
But it comes from his posture and habit of using the sword!
This strange and familiar feeling of surprise...
"Who the hell are you?!"
Huaizi Youman was full of surprise and uncertainty, looking warily at Lu Feng on one side.
When he came back to his senses, he had clearly grasped the reason for the violation. It was so similar to the disgusting guy he met more than three years ago! The sword in the hand of a swordsman is like the pen in the hand of a literati. The sword has the force of the sword and the pen has the handwriting. From one move to another, one may not be able to tell the hidden sword-wielding habits of a swordsman, but after one hundred and eight sword strikes in a row,
No matter how hard Lu Feng tried to hide it, he could never hide the sword-wielding habit he had formed over many years!
It was this familiar yet sudden sense of disobedience that made Dehuai Ziyou... doubt his sword!
Lu Feng had a look of helplessness on his face. The thing he least wanted to see happened after all.
One of the main reasons why he was once overwhelmed by Huaizi You Kuai Jian was that he did not want to reveal his identity. For this reason, he once suppressed his swordsmanship, thinking about the 100th
The moment the eight swords struck out, they took advantage of the moment when Huaiziyou was complacent and relaxed his vigilance, ending the fight between them.
But he didn't expect that Huai Ziyou's combat experience was a hundred times richer than he expected. Even at such a high level, surprise almost overflowed from his eyes. However, when Lu Feng counterattacked and stabbed him with a sword, he was still struck by
At the critical moment, he dodged.
This couldn't help but make Lu Feng feel depressed as he lost his wife and lost his army. It was just that he failed to successfully subdue Huaizi You, and his identity also aroused the latter's suspicion.
"who are you?!"
Huaizi You frowned and asked again in a deep voice.
Seeing that Lu Feng didn't respond, Huai Ziyou's breath suddenly turned cold, "That's the case, then I'll verify it myself!"
What also turned cold was the sword in his hand.
In a trance, there seemed to be a looming haze floating on the blade of the sword.
Lu Feng felt the change in Huai Ziyou's aura, and his face became a little solemn. He knew that at this moment, Huai Ziyou had already used his Shen Feng Valley's secret technique of 'entering the sea and sinking the heart'.
This is a set of soul-burning secret techniques that can damage one's life, but it is not different from his newly learned Little Flower Burial Sword Technique.
The burning spirit that sinks into the sea is not reflected in improving the circulation of spiritual energy, but in improving the resilience of spiritual energy.
The sword has the toughness of the sword, but the aura also has it. The stronger the aura, the stronger its adaptability and ability to withstand oppression.
In the state of sinking into the sea, Huaiziyou's control over the 108th sword will be improved to the limit. He can even lead the enemy into such a stagnant state without having to use all 108 swords.
, thereby defeating the enemy and winning.
Lu Feng was already quite wary of Huai Ziyou's fast sword. The reason why he was able to block the last sword before was not based on being faster than Huai Ziyou, but because he was faster than Huai Ziyou.
With a stronger ability to predict, he can guess his intentions and the location where his next sword will attack, so he can take precautions in advance.
To be precise, Lu Feng's sword thrust was not directed at Huai Ziyou's speed, but rather in anticipation of where his sword would strike.
The two seem to be attacking and blocking, but in fact, they are in two completely different situations.
It was precisely because of this that he did not fall into the net set by Huaizi Youjianshi.
But at this moment, with Huai Ziyou using his secret technique, it was difficult to block his sword.
Lu Feng glanced down at the long sword in his hand, and a coldness flashed across his face. Originally, he was not willing to actually use this heavenly sword unless it was absolutely necessary.
Having understood the Xuyuan Shen Jue, he knew very well how terrifying the sword intent Ou Ye Longping had gathered when he created these swords.
But right now, there is no other way.
Facing Huai Ziyou's swift attack with the sword, Lu Feng still responded in the same way, but at this moment, the withered yellow and dark sword he held in his hand had a completely different aura when he swung it.
Along with the sound of sword chants, the surrounding aura seemed to be filled with a terrifying aura of desolation.
Keng Keng~
He blocked Huaizi You's swords one after another, and when they collided with each other, there were even more muffled sounds of thunder.
Huai Ziyou felt the terrible spasmodic and paralyzing feeling in his palms the moment the swords touched each other, and his heart could not help but tremble.
The Soul-Chasing Kuai Sword only lasted less than twenty swords before it stopped. He didn't dare to move rashly anymore. The hand holding the sword was trembling slightly inadvertently.
Under the force of the sword created by Lu Feng at this moment, he even felt as if he was in a desolate desert, with no spiritual energy and could not recover in one breath.
That oppression made him feel astonished, as if he was surrounded by yellow sand all over the sky, which was gradually eroding his flesh and blood and spiritual energy around him. During this period, he was also accompanied by terrifying thunder, ready to strike.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this!?"
Huaizi Youman stared at Lu Feng in shock. From the long sword in the latter's hand, he felt an extremely terrifying sword intent.
Lu Feng calmly held the sword and shook it, accompanied by the humming and thunderous sound caused by the vibrating spiritual energy, he slowly opened his mouth.
"The desolate wind is thundering, and the yellow sand covers the bones!"
"The name... Kaifeng!"
Huai Ziyou was silent for a moment and couldn't help but admire: "Desolate thunder, white bones, such a beautiful mood..."
"Kaifeng...the name is a bit off!"
At the end, Wuzi tore off a piece of rag, wrapped it in the palm of his hand holding the sword, and said solemnly: "The sword is not bad, but if you want to defeat me with this sword, it's not even close!"
"Really?" Lu Feng's lips raised a hint of coldness, "Then let me show you the true power of this sword."
The moment he finished speaking, an overwhelming crowd of sword shadows stabbed at Huai Ziyou.
The sword power that originally enveloped his body like a sky full of yellow sand contained the power of thunder that was transformed from the five elements of golden energy, and accompanied by the sword rays, it fell crazily towards Huaiziyou.
Although Lu Feng tried his best to suppress the sword's power, black ripples inevitably appeared in the surrounding space at the moment when the sword was launched. Fortunately, he stopped the power in time and stopped the broken nodes.
Huaiziyou wrapped his hands with cloth and faced the terrifying sword force coming from the sky and the earth. Although it slowed down the invasion of the wild thunder power to a certain extent, it did not slow down the sword force itself in the slightest.
Lu Feng originally thought that he would use his supreme fast sword to disperse the incoming dense sword light as much as possible, but he was shocked to find that Huai Zi was swimming among the lightning and flints struck by the sword, and he actually fell into
A strange state of stagnation.
The fighting environment was supposed to be extremely fierce and bloody, but at this moment, Lu Feng felt an unexpected sense of peace in Huai Ziyou.