As a leader, he inspires the thoughts of all people.
Ning Yi has never heard of such swordsmanship.
Seeing Jian Liu's not very strong body gradually becoming as heavy as a mountain and unshakable, Ning Yi's expression became solemn.
He did not doubt the power of this sword, he was only worried about whether Jian Shiliu could withstand such power.
The wild slaughter is coming.
The blond man was calm and active, with a majestic wind in his eyes that could swallow up the whole world. As he moved forward, an invisible dark cloud came over him.
Under the silent arena, commotion gradually broke out.
Sword Sixteen holds one hand behind his back and the other across his chest. The index finger and middle finger of his right hand point upright to form a sword, pointing toward the sky.
In an instant, a sword shot into the sky.
The dark clouds brought by the wild slaughter were torn into pieces in an instant.
Huangtu paused for a moment, with a look of admiration in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "It's interesting. Since entering the Tang Dynasty, all I have seen are people with nothing to lose. They have power but no real meaning. It seems boring.
, you are the second interesting guy I have met."
These words, coming from Huang Tu’s mouth, were quite weighty.
Many of the monks in the audience felt their faces were getting flustered. They couldn't help but have complicated expressions in Jian Shiliu's eyes, and then they were a little curious. Who was the other person Huang Tu was talking about?
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Let's take action."
The fighting spirit in Jian Shiliu's eyes was blazing, and his words reached the ears of everyone in the audience. His belief in moving forward was so clear and palpable that the hearts of those who listened were surging.
In an instant, Jian Shiliu's aura became three points stronger.
Huang Tu's expression changed slightly, how dare he procrastinate any longer.
Suddenly he roared loudly, and all the energy and blood in his body was pushed to the extreme. Rolling golden light burst out from his body, and his tall body, like a god and demon, dominated the entire square.
"Split the sky!"
The roar shook the sky, and a wolf's claw poked out from the void, covering the entire arena, panicking like the power of God.
The scene on the river beach reappeared. Although the spiritual power was much smaller, the heart-stopping aura was not bad at all.
Ning Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and the fists in his sleeves could not help but clenched a little.
The Lord of Canglang is the most active demon fairy of the wolf clan in this generation.
He became enlightened seven hundred years ago and was in the prime of his life.
All the seven techniques of Canglang's magical power can communicate with the true spirit he has engraved on the Tao, and the power they exert is greater than the magical powers left behind by the extinct immortals.
Ning Yi has also been preparing for some time, but he has been reluctant to take action because he is afraid of the remaining power of the Lord of Canglang's true spirit.
When Huang Tu used this move at this moment, he had obviously attracted a ray of true spirit.
The wolf's claws reached down, and infinite power rolled in. The formations on the arena instantly collapsed, the bluestones cracked, and the scene was like the end of the world.
Jian Liu raised his head and looked directly at the wolf's claws.
The long black hair moved automatically without wind, and the sharp sword intent spread out, like a hurricane passing through, violently blocking the power of the Wolf's Claws.
"cut!"
With an angry shout, Jian Shiliu raised his arm.
It seems like an ordinary action, but it seems to be as important as a thousand pieces.
In an instant, everyone in the square felt their blood boiling. With that roar, the unwillingness and anger they had been feeling for days seemed to have found an outlet, and was led into the sword by Jian Shiliu.
The sword fell, and an invisible sword energy rose into the sky, surging hundreds of meters high.
The flawless moonlight opened a ray, and Jian Shiliu slashed it down with his sword.
The invisible sword looks slow, but is actually very fast.
Immortals and mortals touch each other, the great voice loses its voice, and the whole world is silent for a moment.
Sword Sixteen's black hair turned into white snow, his body was still as straight as a sword, and the wolf's claws were shattered inch by inch.
The invisible sword slashed towards Huangtu.
Huang Tu's eyes widened, the true energy and blood in his body boiled, and the holy golden light spurted out, like a sun jumping out from under the sea, the light instantly illuminated the entire world.
Under the ‘Holy Mysterious Golden Light’, all the ways melted away.
Yu Wei quickly consumed the invisible sword, but it also broke through the heavy golden light and slashed at Huang Tu.
…………
When the Cang Lang's claws shattered, a trace of spiritual power spread out from the void, intending to descend on Chang'an City.
Jixia Academy, among the purple bamboo forests.
Yue Wu's face showed a solemn look, he took a step forward and disappeared into the purple bamboo forest.
…………
Dust was flying.
In the ruins of the arena, Jian Shiliu's snow-white hair was messy and scattered on his shoulders, standing there like a broken sword stuck in the ruins.
Huang Tu was half-kneeling on the ground, with a hideous wound from the right side of his forehead to the left corner of his mouth, deep into the bones, and his head was almost cut in half.
Ahem...
He vomited out two mouthfuls of blood, his eyes were blood red, and the fierce light picked out people and ate them.
With a flash of figure, he came to Jianliu and reached out with his strong arms, grabbing Jianliu's neck.
There was a burst of exclamation from the audience.
Between Ning Yi's brows, a wisp of spiritual power suddenly appeared.
Suddenly, his hand stopped in front of his neck.
Huang Tu retracted his hand, the red light in his eyes disappeared, he stared at Jian Liu with a complex expression, and said in a deep voice: "Is it worth it for you to be like this?"
Jian Shiliu grinned and said in a weak voice: "It's worth cutting you with the sword."
I will spend my life just to kill you with one sword.
A chill ran down Huang Tu's back. This was the first time he had felt this way since entering the Tang Dynasty.
From Jian Shiliu, we can see the bravery of the Tang people.
Calm, yet revealing an unyielding belief that is almost crazy.
Staring into these calm and unruffled eyes, Huang Tu felt a sense of powerlessness, and even a hint of fear that he didn't want to believe. With murderous intentions on his mind, he reached forward with his hands and glanced at the people in the audience.
Tens of thousands of eyes stared at him coldly, hatred burning out the cowardice.
"hehe……"
Huang Tu chuckled and took back his hand, saying, "It's up to you. A swordsman genius has now become a useless person. I'm afraid I could knock you down even if I sweep the toilet floor in the future. How pitiful."
After saying that, he turned around and walked into the hotel.
His steps were still majestic, but he looked a little frivolous. The hideous scar on his face also made him look a little funny and pitiful.
"Be a national scholar."
Princess Qingyuan looked solemn and said, "When I return to the palace, I will ask my father to search the royal treasury and cure him."
"Haha, I'm fine, I can't die."
Jian Shiliu pushed away the crowd and walked slowly out of the ruins. Tens of thousands of people looked at him with fiery eyes.
That sword cut off the moral integrity of the Tang Dynasty.
There was only one sword. Although he was defeated in the end, it made people know that the people of the Tang Dynasty dared to risk their lives. They may not be able to kill you, but they can kill you with one sword at the risk of their lives.
Jian Shiliu used his life to explain this truth to the people of Chang'an.
Ning Yi helped Jian Shiliu onto the dragon horse and walked slowly along Chang'an Street under the night.
Ning Yi had just checked that Jian Shiliu's body was extremely weak, even worse than that of an ordinary person. He spent all his time practicing and his life span was not long.
There is always a price to pay for exerting power beyond one's own cultivation level.
At the Qingyun Sword Sect Dojo, after Fu Jian Shiliu dismounted, Ning Yi pondered for a long time and asked what he had wanted to ask along the way, "Is it worth it?"
Jian Shiliu was silent for a moment and looked directly at Ning Yi with a very solemn expression, "When I was learning swordsmanship, my master said that many principles in this world are actually meaningless in themselves. Only when you believe in them and practice them will they become meaningful.