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Accompanying the terrifying sword energy was an extremely sharp and extremely weird whistle.
At this moment, Zhong Wen unconsciously had an illusion in his mind, as if hundreds of carpenters were holding saws and sawing the wood in his ears. The extreme discomfort made him feel nauseous and nauseated.
Goosebumps all over my body.
It’s the Infinite Shocking Divine Sword!
He instantly recognized that what Taoist Wuhen was performing was the superb sword-skilled Wuji Jingshen Sword from the "Ten Thousand Swords Sect".
This sword technique is not only incredibly fast, but each sword strike is also accompanied by an extremely harsh noise attack, causing the opponent to feel dizzy, experience severe pain in his eardrums, have his nervous system collapse, and instantly lose the ability to resist.
In the last fragment of time and space, when Zhong Wen fought against Jin Deji, the master of the "Golden Rooster Palace", he had used this sword technique, which shocked the other party and mistakenly thought that he was fighting a super sect like the "Wanjian Sect".
Is there any teacher-student relationship?
However, the sharp pain coming from his eardrum made him realize that he had not been able to exert one-tenth of the power of this sword technique at all.
The sharp sound caused by the Wuji Jingshen Sword actually seems to be able to penetrate the defense of the physical body, reach directly to the consciousness and soul, and deal a fatal blow to the cultivator from the source.
If it hadn't been for the soul-nurturing sutra to solidify his foundation, and the soul body of the ocean giant to strengthen his soul, he might have suffered heavy injuries and his origins were damaged by the sonic attack of Taoist Wuhen's sword.
However, at this moment and at that moment, today's Zhong Wen is no longer the weak spiritual master who tried his best in the Valley of Wanjue but was still unable to influence the situation of the battle.
Although Taoist Wuhen has a shocking sword intent, in his eyes, he is not as scary as Ye Jiangnan and Lin Bei.
"Dang!"
Accompanied by a loud clashing sound of gold and iron, Taoist Wuhen's sword ultimately failed to cut through Zhong Wen's throat, but instead struck heavily with a shining golden stick.
"Huh?"
Unexpectedly, a blow that contained 90% of his own strength was easily blocked by the opponent. A trace of surprise flashed in Taoist Wuhen's eyes, and he couldn't help but exclaimed, "What a boy, you really have two attacks!"
"Senior Wuhen."
Looking at this rosy face that did not look old, Zhong Wen immediately recalled the time when he fought side by side with the opponent countless times in the Valley of Wanjue, and his eyes softened a little unconsciously, "Please retreat quickly, junior.
I don’t want to be your enemy.”
"I just complimented you a few times, but I didn't expect you to be an idiot!"
Taoist Wuhen was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said, "You have already laid out the world-destroying formation, but you still want me to retreat. Do you want me to sit at home and wait to die?"
He spoke with his mouth, but the sword in his hand did not stop. His offensive was like a violent storm, and the Milky Way was pouring down. It was endless and continuous.
"Dang!" "Dang!" "Dang!"
The sound of swords clashing echoed in the valley. Zhong Wen held the magic stick in his hand, swung it left and right, and swung it wildly. He easily blocked Taoist Wuhen's fierce attack. He was able to face the indiscriminate bombardment of this top swordsman with ease.
, not at all strenuous.
"It seems that Li Luo is right."
One of them attacked and the other defended, and they fought like this for more than twenty rounds. Taoist Wuhen suddenly took two steps back and said with a serious face, "You are really amazing. If I don't use my full strength, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do."
You must not, be careful!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his right arm and raised the sword in his palm high above his head. The spiritual energy around him seemed to be inspired by an invisible force and rushed towards the blade.
The sword became brighter and brighter, and after a while, it was as dazzling as the summer sun. The bright light shone in all directions, and soon the entire valley was turned into a vast expanse of white.
Unimaginable sharpness was released from the surface of the sword, filling the space between heaven and earth. At this moment, Taoist Wuhen seemed not to be a human being, but a peerless sword unsheathed, ready to attack at any moment.
Everything in front of you was chopped into pieces.
"Can't we not fight?"
Zhong Wenming knew that the other party would never give up, but he still asked out of nowhere.
Although he repeatedly warned himself about this kindhearted elder who had long admired him, this well-known righteous man in the world, he still found it difficult to make up his mind to kill him.
This question is not so much asking the other party as it is giving myself an explanation.
Give your own conscience, kindness and righteousness a firm reason.
"You are so sloppy and want to destroy the world?"
Taoist Wuhen frowned and shouted sternly, "What you and I want are contradictory and irreconcilable. All we have to do is fight. If you continue to act like a mother-in-law, you might as well let me chop off your head with a sword. From now on, you will have no worries and be relaxed."
No need to worry anymore!”
Before he finished speaking, the sword in his hand suddenly made a deafening sound, as if to tell the owner that he had accumulated enough power and could release a world-shattering power that would destroy the world at any time.
"Senior taught me this."
After being scolded by Taoist Wuhen, Zhong Wen's expression suddenly relaxed, and a hint of enlightenment came into his heart. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he actually laughed, "This junior is being pretentious. Since we are destined to be enemies, let's fight well. This battle is already
Victory or defeat is also a matter of life and death, senior, be careful!"
His eyes turned cold in an instant, and there was no trace of warmth in his eyes. His whole temperament changed drastically, as if the shackles in his heart were opened, and an unparalleled devouring power surged out of his body, with lightning speed and cruelty.
Shrouded fiercely in the valley.
Taoist Wuhen's whole body was stagnant, and he felt that the spiritual power in his Dantian seemed to be called by some mysterious power. It surged out uncontrollably and went straight towards the opponent. Even the air became sticky.
It was heavy, my head felt dizzy, my spirit was listless, and my whole person instantly fell into an extremely low state.
The sword in his hand that was full of spiritual power also dimmed in the blink of an eye. The results he had accumulated for a long time were taken away by Zhong Wen in an instant, and the ultimate move he had not thrown was destroyed by itself.
How could Taoist Wuhen not recognize that what Zhong Wen was performing was the Soul Devouring Heaven-Swallowing Technique, which is famous for suffering? He couldn't help but his face changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "You, how do you know the skill of suffering?"
Zhong Wen had no expression on his face and did not answer. The dragon shadow hovered under his feet and instantly appeared less than two feet away from him. He raised his right arm and a magic stick in his palm shone with dazzling light, turning into a golden shadow and heading towards the opponent's face.
Hit the left cheek hard.
"ha!"
Taoist Wuhen gritted his teeth, shouted loudly, and struck out with all his strength. A terrifying cold light flew out from the blade of the sword. With boundless will, he slashed at Zhong Wen mercilessly. He actually used his attack instead of attack.
Defend and never retreat even half a step.
He thought that his full blow would be able to force the enemy back, but what happened next completely shattered his outlook.
Zhong Wen's expression was calm, and he did not dodge or evade. He did not stretch out his left hand until the sword light hit his chest, and gently flicked it towards the oncoming sword energy.
The seemingly extremely sharp sword light came into contact with his fingers, but it did not cause any damage. Instead, it turned around very obediently and shot towards Wuhen Taoist himself at a faster speed. It was very promising.
The attitude of defecting in the face of battle and turning against his master.
How can it be?
He's not afraid of my sword energy?
Taoist Wuhen didn't expect such a thing, and he was immediately shocked. When he was about to dodge sideways, his heart suddenly started beating violently, the spiritual power in his body was disordered, the blood flowed retrograde, and his whole person instantly fell into a brief stiffness of one tenth of a breath.
among.
A tenth of the flaw in breathing is almost undetectable by ordinary people and has no meaning at all.
But for Zhong Wen, it was enough.
"laugh!"
Accompanied by a crisp sound, the "rebellious" sword light flashed past Taoist Wuhen's right shoulder, and a bloody arm fell down, hit the ground, and rolled far away still restlessly.
Taoist Wuhen had just recovered from the stiffness when he suddenly felt a lightness on his right shoulder. He looked down and saw that his right arm holding the sword had been broken at shoulder level. Even the sword had fallen without knowing where it was. The bright red blood was
It shot out from the wound, like a volley of thousands of arrows at first, then gradually slowed down and became like a fountain, dyeing the surrounding ground with dots of red.
"you……!"
Taoist Wuhen lost his arm inexplicably. He was shocked and angry. When he was about to curse, he suddenly felt a pain in his cheek.
"boom!"
Another loud noise came, mixed with the faint sound of cracking bones, but Zhong Wen's right arm suddenly exerted force, and the speed of the magical stick increased sharply, hitting Taoist Wuhen's left side without any deviation.
On the cheek.
His cheek was deeply sunken, and his slender body turned into a phantom under the influence of the huge force, flying out at an unimaginable speed, like an arrow from the string, and hit hard not far away.
on top of a huge boulder.
When he landed, there was no trace of blood on Taoist Wuhen's face, his neck was twisted into an extremely weird angle, his limbs were spread out, lying flat on the ground, motionless and silent, obviously he had gone to the other side of the world.
"Next."
After knocking Taoist Wuhen down with a stick, Zhong Wen couldn't help but feel refreshed. He unconsciously tightened the magic stick in his hand, raised his head and looked up at the sky outside the valley. His whole body was full of momentum, and he spat out three words with incomparable arrogance.