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Chapter 329: One sword and one thought
He Han held his chin in his hand and responded seriously: "It's very strong. That heavy sword looks like it has a lot of background."
Murong Sheng, who was beside him, couldn't help but look stunned, and said in confusion: "Isn't it also a chaotic spiritual creature?"
But then I thought about it, even if it was a chaotic spiritual creature, it wasn't that unusual. After all, it was the strongest adventure group that came out of one space, and it was normal for them to have so many capable chaos weapons.
I just feel a little uncomfortable in my heart. When can I own a chaotic spiritual object?
He Han frowned and thought for a long time before saying: "I don't know if it is a chaotic spiritual object, but at present, it seems that there is no weapon spirit. Maybe it is a higher-level chaotic magical object!"
"Then who has the greater advantage?" Zhan Yuntao couldn't help but come over and ask. He also felt a little regretful about losing the battle.
He Han smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I don't know. Both of them are better than me, and I can't tell!"
Everyone smiled helplessly: "Okay. Then we can only continue to watch the battle."
In the air, the two of them were going back and forth, fighting evenly.
Wen Qianhe admired the opponent in front of him very much. In terms of swordsmanship, he always thought that he was the one who stood out.
Whether it is the mastery of swordsmanship, the proficiency of swordsmanship, or the understanding of sword intention, he is all outstanding.
The person in front of him gave him the feeling that no matter what powerful moves he had, his ultimate sword skills, or attacks that were combined with his sword intention state, he could easily resolve them.
His black heavy sword, which seems to have no offensive power, is as stable as Mount Tai just in a defensive posture. From time to time, he takes the initiative to attack with lightning speed and has the potential of thunder.
He muttered silently in his heart, it seems that this is also a master of swordsmanship. Judging from his age, it turns out that there are many geniuses in this world!
However, Wen Qianhe did not feel that he was weaker than his opponent.
In the field that they are good at, no genius will give up easily! This is the pride deep in their hearts.
With a challenging mood, the two of them exchanged heavy swords and sharp swords again. The strong sword energy flew straight through the air, and the whistling sound it caused had a faint cold light.
Strong, fierce, and head-to-head. For a while, it seemed that it was really difficult to tell the winner.
Xiao Lian stood below, looking at the two people above him indifferently, without any change in his expression.
If Bi Fan were here, he would definitely know that he didn't care who lost or won in this game, he just wanted to see whose sword was more exquisite and superior.
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But suddenly, his brows furrowed slightly. His eyes looked indifferently towards the farther distance above, where he noticed a faint fluctuation of aura.
Its strength is approximately at the peak of the Chaos Lord. It was not transmitted from one person, but three. It seems that it should be an envoy sent from a certain high-level space to watch the battle.
At that moment, he calmly withdrew his gaze. With the cultivation level of these three people, as long as he restrained his aura, they would not be able to see the clues about him.
As for why they appeared here, it was of course because they were attracted by the waves produced by two practitioners who were both weak in swordsmanship.
The three of them stood in a hidden place in the air, two of them were middle-aged men, and one was a slightly younger young man.
Of course, this young man has also been cultivating in high-level dimensions for tens of thousands of years. The lifespan of a cultivator is much longer than that of ordinary people. As long as you embark on this path of cultivation, it will be a long journey.
As the cultivation level increases, the higher the cultivation level, the longer the life line. Naturally, they will always look like young and middle-aged people. For some gray-haired elderly people, the cultivation level is basically
It is above Chaos Heavenly Lord.
The current age of the two middle-aged people is relatively normal. They come from high-level space with the mission of finding outstanding practitioners. Wherever there is a battle, they will appear wherever they choose according to the direction they choose.
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Among these three people, two are elders from the Wushuang Sword Sect in the Xinglan Space. Their sect is also famous in this space.
"Haha, Elder He, I didn't expect that on the first day of the war, I met two guys with good training foundation and talents!"
The middle-aged man who was called Elder He smiled slightly, touched his beard and nodded: "Yes, you are lucky."
"The qualifications of these two people are quite acceptable. However, their sword skills are a bit poor. If they have been cultivated in high-level spaces, their abilities should be able to secure their place in the inner sect."
"Haha, hearing what Elder He meant, he probably has something in mind?"
He Sheng smiled: "Don't worry, it's only the first day of the competition, so there's no need to make a decision in a hurry. Let me wait and see for a while before making any decisions."
Another middle-aged man also showed a smile, looked at the young man and said: "Your master is too cautious in his work. Last year, a good young man was poached by the Jianmen of Moxue Space. Don't let him be poached again this year."
They got there first!"
Speaking of this matter, the young man did not dare to express any opinions. You must know that He Sheng had regretted this missed disciple for a long time. At the moment, he could only smile awkwardly.
At the teasing of his old friend, He Sheng sighed, coughed slightly and looked at the two people in the air who continued to fight. He said in a deep voice: "Stop talking about this, let's take a closer look. Maybe these two people can also give us something."
What a surprise.”
On the battlefield, Wen Qianhe held the sword in his hand. There was only this sword in his mind, heart, consciousness, and even in the sea of soul.
The so-called one sword and one thought is its ultimate state.
When the phantom sword technique appeared in his mind, under the flow of his subconscious mind, it turned into powerful and fierce attacks.
This fusion of swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and swordsmanship is outstanding among the younger generation.
He Sheng looked at it and nodded in approval unconsciously: "This boy has great talent."
Another middle-aged man also smiled: "I think his opponent is not a simple young man."
He Sheng nodded: "It's not simple. His black heavy sword always gives me a slightly weird feeling."
The young man continued: "Next, the attack of the young man with the sharp sword will not be weak. I wonder how the young man with the heavy sword will respond?"
The three of them stopped talking and just looked at the two people on the battlefield in silence.
The man in gray clothes stared at Wen Qianhe, and when he saw his actions, some emotions finally appeared in his eyes.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and then slowly raised the black epee in front of him. An invisible thought floated on the sword. After a circle, the aura of the epee suddenly became fierce!
"This is?" He Sheng couldn't help but be startled. He stared at the man blankly and said, "This can't be the legendary Witch Spirit Sword!"