At this moment, Zhao Yun felt as if his sword was striking against a diamond. It was so hard that even if it opened countless spider-like cracks, it still could not break Wei Guangming's Haotian divine brilliance.
Slowly taking a few steps back, he knew that even though his Haoran Sword Qi had been purified to the point of divine brilliance, it was still only a tiny bit worse than Wei Guangming, the Great Priest of Light.
Haotian Shenhui is the power of heaven. Some of the divine powers of the Apocalypse are even much stronger than the ordinary five-level magical powers.
"This is the place closest to Haotian, and it is also the place with the greatest power of divine magic. Don't say that you are just a Zhiming product. Even if you reach the pinnacle of Zhiming, you still cannot shake it!"
In fact, his statement is still too modest. In the Xiling Temple, as long as he is willing, he can fully perform the Apocalypse Divine Art that transcends destiny. This is one of the reasons why he has always been regarded as a god by the people of the Guangming Palace. If it hadn't been for fifteen years ago,
The thing is, I'm afraid that even the status of head coach Xiong Chumo is not as good as his now.
Wei Guangming waved his hand gently, and a strong beam of light fell from the sky and landed directly on Zhao Yun.
The terrifying pressure was like a huge mountain pressing directly on him. Zhao Yun, unable to move, could only stick his sword on the ground to ensure that he would not fall down.
At this moment, his internal organs were severely injured, and blood was constantly seeping from the corners of his mouth.
Despite this, Zhao Yun still struggled to support
"Why are you so persistent when you know you are invincible? Haotian's power is not something a mortal like you can withstand!"
The young man coughed up a mouthful of blood and said firmly:
"I'm not the only one who is persistent? We are just trying our best to do what we think is right! I can't change the great priest's mind, but you can't change mine either!"
Zhao Yun knew that the Haotian divine light that pressed on him was not Wei Guangming's power, but Haotian's power. That power was like the pressure of heaven, which covered all living beings, making people fear and surrender.
At this moment, he couldn't help but think of the words he often heard back then:
This is Haotian's world. If Haotian wants you to die, you have to die! Heaven is ruthless, and Haotian is equally ruthless.
The light on his body gradually dimmed, and the sword in his hand returned to blue, just like a mortal.
But the light in Zhao Yun's eyes has never dissipated. In this world, except Master, no one knows the power of Haotian better than him. Haotian was born because of human faith, and all the powers come from all living beings in this world. If
Others may have been defeated by this force and surrendered.
But he is different. He knows very well that Haotian is not invincible!
At this moment, there was no fear in his heart. He thought of the world in the snow and the swordsmanship he had seen many times.
The old man who once opened the gate of heaven with one sword said:
The way of heaven? So what about the way of heaven? Can the way of heaven control all living beings? But I will not give in! With this unyielding hand, I can cut off the fate of heaven, cut off the shackles, cut off all the hesitation, cut off the fear and haze in my heart, and
This heart is so clear that it can transcend the mortal world!
The young man stood up with difficulty. At this moment, he had no distracting thoughts and no fear, only the sword in his hand.
"Everything in the world is at a loss, and I, Zhao Yun, can only kill it with one sword!"
The young man held the Lingxu Sword, and swung the sword tip from top to bottom! He did not aim at the Great Priest of Light in front of him, but pointed it at an angle to the sky! This sword has devoted his decades of experience in the two worlds to
After practicing hard to understand the way of the sword, the terrifying sword intent shot straight into the sky, splitting the dark clouds, and the sky seemed to be split into two pieces.
Before this, he didn't think he was an outstanding swordsman, but after swinging this sword, his swordsmanship truly became a master!
With a sword swing, Wei Guangming took a few steps back. At this moment, he was extremely shocked. At this moment, he could not sense the divine brilliance of Haotian, and the light on his body was extinguished at this moment. This sword not only cut off the white clouds, but also
Cut off his connection with Haotian!
"How can it be!"
Without the divine brilliance of Haotian, he is no different from a mortal at this moment. As long as the person in front of him swings an ordinary sword again, he will definitely die!
But he did not wait for the second sword. After Zhao Yun swung this sword, he was almost exhausted. There was not much mental power left. In addition, he had been seriously injured before, and he had no energy to swing again.
The power of the sword, breathing heavily.
The Master, who was thousands of miles away, stood up immediately after seeing this sword and praised:
"Oh! This sword is really amazing."
Master rarely praises others, but when faced with this sword, he still felt extremely amazing. Li on the side said slowly:
"It's a bit like my junior uncle's swordsmanship! But it's a little different. Junior brother's swordsmanship talent is probably stronger than Jun Mo's!"
"I thought he was only strong in Fu Dao, but I didn't expect that he was so strong in Sword Dao. It seems that your junior brother has brought us more surprises than that!"
the other side,
A river bank in Nanjin Jiange.
A middle-aged man also slowly opened his eyes at this time with a smile on his face.
"Not bad sword intent. It seems that I was not born in the wrong era, hahaha!"
After a brief period of darkness, Wei Guangming regained his brightness again. This sword could cut off the connection between him and Haotian, but it could not last long.
Wei Guangming slowly walked towards the young man who was holding his sword and panting. The battle between masters lasted only a moment. At that moment, Zhao Yun did not make a move, which meant that he now had no chance to defeat Wei Guangming.
Everyone began to breathe rapidly, fearing that Wei Guangming would kill the young man in front of them, but unexpectedly, Wei Guangming patted him on the shoulder and said:
"A very good sword!"
After that, he left on his own. Wei Guangming could feel the sword intention from before, which was a profound meaning of not yielding to the way of heaven.
In his view, as a believer in Haotian, such behavior is almost tantamount to heresy. Anyone who dares to draw a sword towards the sky will have a bad end. If it were fifteen years ago, he might choose to take action, at least to destroy the young man in front of him.
However, after staying in Youge for fifteen years, he also had doubts in his heart, and he longed for someone to find the answer for him.
Wei Guangming left Taoshan and walked towards the capital of Tang Dynasty. At this moment, no one could stop him.
Zhao Yun also stood up unsteadily and walked up the mountain step by step, returning to Zhishou Temple.
He had known for a long time that the possibility of defeating Wei Guangming with his clones was extremely slim. He just wanted to test the results of his training in Xiling. Being able to understand the secret of the Dao Sword to Open the Heavenly Gate was already a great gain.
.
How could he not know that this heaven-defying sword intent might be regarded as a heresy by the Great Priest of Light, but he didn't care. This was just his clone. If he died, his cultivation would return to his original body. There was nothing wrong with it.
Scared.
Thoughts:
Li Chungang, don’t think that if you don’t teach me, I won’t be able to learn it, hum!