[Chapter 1181: On the Sword! The Sword Intent of Death! 】
Feng Ziyue's voice was clear and clearly reached everyone's ears.
The storm is rising!
The Suzaku Sword Master laughed loudly, but did not draw his sword in response, "Don't worry, there are still two days before our decisive battle. Your friends will help you sacrifice their lives to test the sword. You can ask them about my swordsmanship.
When the appointed day comes, all you have to do is take action."
"When the time comes, let me die without any regrets!"
He finished his long smile and immediately closed his eyes again. Even Feng Ziyue in front of him no longer cared!
Feng Ziyue smiled slightly, his aura relaxed, and he slowly retreated to the side of Dai Muji and the other five people.
"Master Feng!"
"Brother Feng!"
Everyone gathered around, Feng Ziyue nodded slightly, and then turned to salute the Great Shepherd and Nie Yuncong.
"I'm so tired that Master Daimuji and Teacher Nie took action. I feel guilty."
The great priest and Nie Yuncong had high status and seniority. They came to test the sword for Feng Ziyue. Even though it was the Suzaku Sword Master who named him first, Feng Ziyue did not dare to lose respect.
"It doesn't matter, I am very happy after this battle. I would like to thank you, Lord Daimuji..."
Nie Yuncong was in a happy mood, but he didn't care much. He just wanted to have a glimpse of the higher realm of martial arts. Having the opportunity to participate in this peak battle was a big deal for him, even if he died, he would not
I regretted it, so I spoke before the Great Priest, just to explain the situation to Feng Ziyue.
The great priest also smiled slightly and waved his hand.
"Xiao Bieli will come to me no matter what, Mr. Feng doesn't have to mind." He paused and frowned again, "But his current swordsmanship is implicit and not revealed, and he has achieved the state of returning to nature and cohesion.
I’m afraid it’s not easy to deal with. While there are still two days left, we have to study the details in detail..."
He waved his hand and invited Feng Ziyue and everyone who had just participated in the battle to leave the main gate of Chaoyang. Instead of returning to the Moon Lord Temple, he found a monastery in Suzaku Academy and sat down to discuss it together.
"In the battle just now, the five of us worked together to challenge Xiao Biejie with the Moon King Sword Formation. It could only last for half a day. I think everyone has some insights, so why not talk about it together. It can also be used as a reference for Mr. Feng to make a battle in two days..."
The high priest was coughing repeatedly, and he took the main seat. He couldn't wait to exchange greetings, and it was right as soon as he opened his mouth.
His status was so high that it was so important. Naturally, other people also knew that the situation was serious. They were secretly frightened when they recalled the swordsmanship of the Suzaku Sword Master. For a moment, the room fell silent.
"Let me tell you first..."
Jian Chi looked around, but couldn't help but be the first to speak.
In the Moon King Sword Formation, he was at the forefront of the attack and was the person who should have had the most contact with the Sword Master. Unfortunately, the sword formation switched from offense to defense after just one move. Most of the time, he only served as a checker.
The role of filling gaps.
But even so, he is closest to the Sword Master and can best appreciate the power of his swordsmanship.
"With the sword master, no trace of power is leaked out. From the outside, it looks soft and has no power, but once it comes into contact, it becomes thunderous..."
When the sword fanatic talked about this, he was certainly frightened, but he couldn't help but be fascinated by it. He was also a person obsessed with swords, and he was obsessed with this higher realm of swordsmanship.
Fei Hongchisu nodded. She and Yilan Nishang were under tremendous pressure on both sides, and their faces were not very good-looking. "Compared to three years ago, Xiao Bielie's swordsmanship has made breakthrough progress.
A mustard seed, when stabbed with a sword, is as immovable as a mountain, and its majesty is restrained. It has surpassed me many times..."
She sighed. Although she was defeated by the sword master three years ago, it was only by a narrow margin. Now, she is far from the opponent of this ungrateful villain.
How could such a person understand such sword skills?
"My father once said that those who wield swords only need to be sincere to the sword, not to others - it is true that although Xiao Bieliang was ambitious, vicious, greedy and conceited, he devoted his life to the sword."
Yilan Nishang sighed, "There is something strange about his sword today, that is, no matter what moves it is, it will be completely changed without leaving any room. This is what I don't understand..."
When a master makes a move, he will always leave some variations in case of emergencies. Only reckless beginners will use up all the variations and use old moves. But when this happens to the sword master, it makes people feel
Confuse.
"good!"
Nie Yuncong nodded, "Miss Yilan has seen the key to the problem. The Sword Master now seems to have mastered the principles of swordsmanship and knows that every sword he strikes is correct. Naturally, there is no need for any changes or leeway. This is also
It brings out the essence and power of swordsmanship to the fullest...it is really difficult to deal with..."
"Hahahahaha..."
The high priest laughed, then coughed repeatedly, and he clapped his hands and praised.
"Sure enough, these people are all very qualified people. I didn't expect that you guys actually saw Xiao Bielie's sword intention. I don't need to say more - Mr. Feng, his sword moves have already lost their movement and returned to stillness.
The deadly sword intent..."
"That's the so-called sword of death!"
Between heaven and earth, the power of death is the most irresistible.
No matter who they are, they will be taken away by death.
All things have life and death, and must return from movement to stillness, and life to death.
The Suzaku Sword Master has been using swords all his life. After realizing the state of returning to nature, all the sword intent was concentrated in one place, and it turned out to be extremely quiet!
Everything is silent, nothing moves!
——This is death!
The sword of death!
Such sword moves are irresistible, just like the god of death, ruthlessly harvesting human lives. This is no longer a force that the world can resist.
His martial arts has also reached the peak of Jutian, and he has begun to take a step toward a mysterious and higher realm.
"There is no opponent for him in Suzaku Qisu. Even in the vastness of the galaxy, only those who have entered this realm can defeat him."
When the great priest said these words, he actually still had a smile on his face.
Everyone looked at each other with doubts on their faces.
The Suzaku Sword Master has become so powerful, how can Feng Ziyue be his opponent? Under such circumstances, the Daimuji can still laugh?
"but……"
Da Muji paused for a moment, his eyes rested on Feng Ziyue, he smiled approvingly and nodded.
"If I read it correctly, Mr. Feng should have initially realized this realm in the past three years of practice, returned to his original nature, and stepped onto the threshold of finally exploring a higher way of swordsmanship, right?"
"Among the seven Suzakus today, you are the only one who can fight the Sword Master!"
"Miss Yilan has really good taste!" (To be continued...)
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