Chapter 647 This is the moment that belongs to Jianxiu!
Hu Qiaomu's sword showed a tendency to break through the surface with a point, piercing straight into the little Buddha's lower abdomen.
First of all, the area of the lower abdomen is large enough. The larger the area, the easier it is to be broken by a sword!
Secondly, the little Buddha will definitely focus on defending the head, heart and other parts.
On the contrary, the lower abdomen is not that important!
I have to say that Hu Qiaomu’s previous brewing is not unreasonable.
When he set out his sword, he had already figured out the cause and effect!
Because, he must do it and break the opponent's defense.
If you can't even break yourself up, the entire Silver Dragon Guard genius of the same age can be said to be wiped out!
In that case, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Emperor Jingyuan, who has always been favored, will be furious.
The little Buddha's eyes sterned, he slowly stood up, his hands suddenly poked out, and grabbed the stabbing sword from the air!
"Look, the little Buddha is moving!"
"As expected, he sensed the pressure under Hu Qiaomu's sword."
"Hu Qiaomu is too strong!"
"When it comes to destructive power, Hu Qiaomu must definitely surpass Wei Chengwen."
"Now, it's time for our imperial city genius to win back the city!"
Everyone talked and talked, chatting about this battle enthusiastically.
On the throne, even Emperor Jing Yuan could not help but narrow his eyes at this moment, and a hint of majesty burst out from it.
Even he didn't know whether he could win this battle!
However, Hu Qiaomu is already the strongest genius that the Silver Dragon Guard can produce.
There are also many geniuses in the Demon Suppression Division, but they will never take action at this critical moment.
They want to see themselves be foolish!
As for the Tianxuan Academy, because Emperor Jingyuan was too strong in control, the top geniuses inside were absorbed by the Silver Dragon Guard. Although the rest were also very strong, they could not reach the level of Hu Qiaomu.
Even if it is done, it will be vain!
"Your Majesty, please rest assured. Hu Qiaomu was growing up. Look, the little Buddha is already panicked, and his mentality is completely different from before..."
Wu Zhenyuan smiled indifferently and said, "In my opinion, Hu Qiaomu has at least 70% hope to win!"
70%, already a lot!
"Click!"
The moment the magic sword in Hu Qiaomu touched the golden light of the little Buddha's body protection, it seemed as if a terrible whirlwind drill was condensed at the tip of the sword, and rushed into it frantically. It was not only fast, but also powerful!
The little Buddha poked out his hands and captured the magic sword from left to right.
In fact, I pushed out little by little!
It is obviously a bit difficult to resist simply by relying on the golden light of protecting the body.
The little Buddha finally took action!
"Haha, do you have a day when you can't sit still?"
Seeing this, Hu Qiaomu felt even more confident.
His feet support the ground, his whole body keeps pressing forward, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes, "This sword, I will definitely cut through your turtle shell and crush all your pride!"
"Wind breath slashes!"
Hu Qiaomu laughed, and the sword intent that reached the level of sword soul bloomed freely, covering the entire platform.
In the field, many practitioners who are sword cultivators all noticed that their wrists were numb at this moment, and an incredible light flashed in front of them, as if a huge sword suddenly injected into their minds.
The mind must dominate all things.
“Too…too strong!”
The sword cultivator spoke with difficulty, and the sword intent in his body was almost unable to control himself.
"I...I feel that the magic sword behind me is about to be unsheathed!"
Another sword cultivator shouted softly, and the magic sword behind him suddenly flew into the sky, flashing with a brilliant light.
"Zheng!"
"Zheng!"
"Zheng!"
For a moment, many magic swords in the field could not be controlled and suddenly unsheathed.
The magic swords floated in the void, like forming a huge sword formation, facing the direction where Hu Qiaomu was.
Hu Qiaomu's own sword intent is unparalleled.
He has reached the level of sword soul, at least among the younger generation, no one can match!
"It's still...a bit weak!"
Lin Ning'er gently pursed her lips, "Although my swordsmanship is not as good as him, I feel that his realm has a little vague foundation. If I face the battle head-on, I don't know if it's his opponent, but if I simply compete with the sword intent, I will definitely
Can win!”
This is her feeling!
She is also the only sword cultivator in the audience who is not controlled by the opponent's sword intent!
Behind Emperor Jingyuan, Princess Changqing frowned, "Father, I feel that the sword intent in my body is a little restless, as if it is uncontrollable, why is this happening?"
This kind of thing shouldn't actually happen!
Emperor Jing Yuan narrowed his eyes. He glanced at Lin Ning'er first, then said lightly, "Maybe it's because you are only concerned about rushing to the realm recently and have no stable sword intent..."
He didn't tell the truth!
The truth is that it was originally an imperial body belonging to Lin Ning'er.
Even in the past twenty years, Princess Changqing has not yet merged!
How can an imperial body that cannot be fully integrated with resist the influence of sword soul and sword intent?
"But, why can she..."
A killing intention flashed across Princess Changqing's handsome face.
She had cold eyes, staring at Lin Ning'er in the audience!
This bitch was not affected by the opponent's sword intent.
"Put your mind calmly."
Emperor Jing Yuan frowned. For some reason, the Changqing princess' temper has become more and more impetuous recently.
Perhaps it is related to Lin Ning'er's awakening?
This made him involuntarily think of a past event that happened!
In the second year of his tenure, Emperor Jingyuan visited a private visit in the border city, hoping to observe the Shanhaiguan and the Red Rou Army's guards up close. At that time, the sun was scorching. He met a man wearing a coarse cloth on the roadside.
elder.
The Great Yan Dynasty was rich in the country and strong in the people, especially the border cities, which were very wealthy because of wars all day long.
Most people wear cotton cloth, and few people wear coarse cloth.
At that time, the old man held a flag and claimed to be his own magic trick.
Emperor Jing Yuan thought it was interesting, so he asked the old man to count it for himself!
That year, Princess Changqing had just merged with the Wuchen Sword Emperor's Body and was growing vigorously.
When the old man asked him what he was, he said without hesitation that he was a daughter's future!
The old man thought for a moment and said only a meaningful sentence, "The real phoenix cannot be suppressed. One day, he will be reborn again!"
Emperor Jing Yuan's face suddenly changed!
When he realized the meaning of this sentence and was about to take down the old man, the other party had disappeared without a trace.
That matter was neither big nor small, but it was a thorn stuck in Emperor Jing Yuan's heart.
To this day, is it possible that a prophecy will come true?
Inside the venue.
Hu Qiaomu shouted loudly and shook the little Buddha's hands away.
The magic sword slashed horizontally and cut sharply on the golden light of the little Buddha's abdomen!
"brush!"
The golden light of the body protection was cut horizontally!
Hu Qiaomu was overjoyed!
He used a backhand sword and stabbed into the golden light, trying to take down the little Buddha.
The speed was so fast that even the little Buddha didn't react!