The powerful sword energy struck. Xiong Chumo, who was sitting on the front seat, remained motionless, but Zhao Nanhai beside him moved. He pulled out the iron sword he carried with him and swung out a sword energy that was also full of light.
Zhao Nanhai, a practitioner at the pinnacle of knowing destiny, is the descendant of the great priest of Nanhai Guangming six hundred years ago, and Chen Pipi's grandfather. A practitioner from the Nanhai sect, the fusion of Haotian's divine brilliance and swordsmanship has the same effect as Zhao Yun's Haoran sword.
The collision between sword energy and sword energy caused the entire hall to erupt with dazzling light, making almost all low-level practitioners unable to open their eyes. Several cracks appeared on the stone pillars in the hall.
After the light dissipated, Zhao Nanhai smiled and said:
"I previously thought that you were a descendant of my Nanhai sect who was left behind, but now it seems that I was wrong. What you used was not the Haotian Divine Brilliance at all, but the Haoran Sword Qi used by Ke Haoran. It seems that I
The Lord guessed it right, you are not a son of light, you are from Tang Academy?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone present was extremely shocked, as if their outlook on life had collapsed. Even the headmaster and the middle-aged Taoist priests' expressions changed drastically. This news is really too shocking. Who can
I thought that the dignified and bright high priest was actually from the academy. Is the academy so willing to let such a genius enter Xiling? If he hadn't mentioned the master of Zhishou Temple, who would have believed this?
Only Ye Hongyu remained expressionless.
It turned out that Chen, the master of Zhishou Temple, had noticed something was wrong with Zhao Yun before and was worried that something might happen to Xiling, so he let Zhao Nanhai return and let his junior brother take charge of Xiling.
At this point, Zhao Yun had no intention of hiding it and said with a smile:
"So what if it is? So what if it's not? I, Zhao Yun, have acted with integrity throughout my life, and I am worthy of the truth in my heart!"
This sentence is equivalent to acknowledging one's identity in disguise, and there is no room for any reversal anymore, because even the people of the Guangming Palace will not recognize a Tang Dynasty without faith to be their Great Priest of Guangming.
of.
"In that case, I'll leave you alone!"
After Zhao Nanhai finished speaking, he flew out with his sword in hand. The powerful Haotian Shenhui transformed the original black iron sword into a radiant sword. Each move he performed was like a divine spell.
"Shameless talk!"
Since he no longer intends to hide, Zhao Yun simply stopped pretending. The white light on his body dissipated, revealing the purest sword energy. Today, he has no extra identity, he is just a pure swordsman, with a restrained aura and a charming personality.
Swords unite.
Holding Lingxu in hand, he started fighting with his opponent.
Zhao Yun is not a genius in swordsmanship, and he did not originally want to become a peerless swordsman. However, in his several lifetimes, he has seen too many powerful swordsmen and secrets of swordsmanship. Subtly, many secrets of swordsmanship have taken root in his heart. In addition,
After decades of unremitting practice, coupled with these years of sparring with countless masters, before he knew it, he had become a swordsman who was no weaker than anyone else.
Lingxu in his hand made a strong sound of swords, echoing his heart that the path of swordsmanship lies in perseverance and perseverance!
Green snake with two sleeves!
The sword in his hand dances like flying catkins, and dozens of cyan sword energy are like swimming dragons, flying towards Zhao Nanhai one after another. These sword energy dragons are like having eyes, with built-in tracking function, no matter how he moves around
Tengmo, the green dragon behind him is still chasing after him.
Seeing this situation, Zhao Nanhai no longer held back, and the aura of Peak Zhiming spread out without reservation. He was not an ordinary Peak Zhiming, but a Peak Zhiming who had lived for many years.
"Sword of Light!"
The next moment, the light on Zhao Nanhai's body became even brighter, and his entire body seemed to be integrated into the light. His body became as hot as the sun, and it actually dissipated Zhao Yun's Sword Qi Wandering Dragon.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Nanhai jumped up high, suspended in the air, raised the sword high in his hand, and formed an army from the void!
Countless flying swords composed of Haotian's divine brilliance formed a dazzling wall of light. As Zhao Nanhai swung his sword, one flying sword after another continued to kill Zhao Yun.
"Light, punish darkness!"
At this moment, Zhao Nanhai is like a messenger from heaven, clearing away the darkness in the world. Unfortunately, the person who activated this skill is not a young girl, but an old man who is over sixty years old. Even so, there are still many believers.
Worshiping and saluting devoutly, in their opinion, such moves are the real magic.
The lightsabers fell like raindrops, hitting Zhao Yun's body. The terrifying heat continued to burn his skin, and black smoke continued to rise from his body.
But he still didn't show any pain, and he didn't choose to avoid it. The memory that had been dusted for a long time emerged in his mind. It was a sword that an old man had learned over half his life.
"Jianjiu! Six thousand miles!"
The endless sword energy was like a galaxy flowing out for six thousand miles, swaying out in an instant. As one of the ceilings of swordsmanship in the snow, Jian Jiu-Six Thousand Miles, combined with the telepathy of this world, exerted a terrifying power in Zhao Yun's hands.
The power is so powerful that the Milky Way cannot be seen in this world. If I have to use a metaphor, it is just like Liu Bai's sword energy of the river, which is endless! The dazzling sword wall and Zhao Nanhai himself were almost instantly swept away by the galloping sword energy.
Dispersed.
His pretentious sword skills didn't last more than three seconds before he was ruthlessly knocked to the ground.
puff!
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Zhao Nanhai's mouth. How many years had it passed? This was the first time that he had been injured in a confrontation with a strong man of the same level. Strong unwillingness surged into his heart, and the long-standing fighting spirit in his heart was ignited.
Ignoring what was happening to him, Zhao Nanhai's light gathered again and charged towards Zhao Yun again. He no longer wanted to do anything fancy, he just wanted to rely on his decades-long swordsmanship to win.
But before he got halfway, his body stopped, because he found that dozens of miniature flying swords suddenly appeared around his entire body. The small flying swords seemed to be arranged according to certain directions, and between the swords
It was as if there was a faint thin line connected to it, always able to tightly block his position.
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What Zhao Yun used was Deng Tai'a's Star Sword Formation. There were no stars in this world, so Zhao Nanhai naturally couldn't see the mystery of this sword formation. At first, he didn't care about it, thinking that this sword formation only had the effect of controlling others.
But soon, he saw the power of this sword formation.
Dozens of small swords were like tarsal maggots. First, they completely restrained him, and then they switched formations in an instant. First, a sword came towards him, but he easily dodged it, but then, a sword came towards him.
There were more and more people coming, but he couldn't hide. In a few breaths, a flying sword pierced his body.
Zhao Nanhai's blood flowed like a pillar in an instant. The Star Sword Formation is a killing technique. There is no such thing as mercy. He will not stop until he is stabbed like a hedgehog. It is about to get worse.
Unexpectedly, the descendant of the great priest who was at the peak of his destiny could only fight for a few rounds. Not to mention the defeat, he could hardly save his life.
Seeing this situation, how dare Xiong Chumo still entertain the idea of watching a show? He quickly waved his magic wand.
An apocalyptic divine technique descended on Zhao Yun in an instant, causing his pressure to surge! The Star Sword Formation was also directly destroyed.
Feeling the familiar pressure, Zhao Yun sneered:
"You dare to use the Apocalypse Divine Art in front of me. It seems that you still don't have a long memory! The way of heaven? What about the way of heaven? How can the way of heaven be able to control all living beings? I just don't accept it!"
The sword opens the gate of heaven!
As the golden light fell again, the Sword Kaitianmen appeared again in Xiling. Xiong Chumo's Apocalypse Divine Technique was instantly interrupted. In the world of Haotian, this trick is like a bug, and it will work every time. At this time, Zhao Yun
, can completely solve the serious injury of Zhao Nanhai with one knife.
But he didn't, and instead chose Xiong Chumo who was on the throne of God without hesitation!
Zhao Yun was very fast, and he was in front of Xiong Chumo in an instant. Just as he was about to swing his sword, he suddenly felt as if he was in a quagmire, and the time around him seemed to be frozen.
A familiar feeling came to him, and he knew that it was the magical power of Nirvana. Apparently, the middle-aged Taoist also took action.
At this moment, Zhao Yun was instantly faced with a situation of one against three, and there were even two masters above the fifth level. Under the apocalypse magic, Xiong Chumo could also be considered a master at the sixth level.