[Chapter 1209 I will not regret holding a sword for a lifetime! 】
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"break!"
"Destroy!"
"Absolutely!"
"crack!"
The white hair of the Great Priest was fluttering in the wind, and he proudly raised the long sword in his hand, whistling loudly in his mouth.
He could not break through the strong wall of Fengziyue, and he already knew that there was no more sense of victory.
In this case, let’s give it a final try!
The Hundred Sons Extinction Sword in his hand burst out with dazzling brilliance, and one ball of light burst silently after another. Huge power gathered around him. Generally, a warrior at the peak of Jutian would have been overdue under this huge impact.
Although he lost consciousness, the Great Priest insisted on gritting his teeth and constantly gathering the power to self-destruct.
The control of obsession is beyond everyone’s imagination!
"I thought he could explode a dozen orbs of light at most, but now he has exploded thirty-six..."
Jian Shuangyin shook his head, "If we really let him explode a hundred light balls, I'm afraid even I won't be able to resist..."
To truly unleash the power of the Hundred Sons Extermination Sword, what is needed is the superhuman control of the sword wielder. A single ball of light can self-destruct to kill a master at the peak of Jutian. If a hundred balls of light explode at the same time, the power will be so great that no one can stop it.
Conceivable!
Therefore, even with the martial arts of Jian Shuangyin, I dare not rely on it.
With the strength of Daimuji, it should be impossible to explode a hundred light balls, but looking at his crazy persistence now, it is really impossible to say!
The power of the explosion of light balls continues to accumulate, and the hands of the Great Priest seem to be holding the mighty power of the sky and the universe. Just looking at it makes people tremble with fear.
His face was pale and dusty. Beads of sweat as big as soybeans had appeared on his forehead. His eyes were protruding and bloodshot. He was gritting his teeth and looked ferocious.
At this time, he also worked hard to the limit.
thirty-seven!
thirty eight!
thirty-nine!
Feng Ziyue stood opposite him, feeling endless pressure. However, he straightened his back, his expression was solemn and respectful, and his body remained motionless. Only the breeze blew his clothes and made a sound.
Even Ling Longwan and Han Wangsun held their breath. They didn't make a sound and watched the battle situation here quietly.
"I remember this old guy too..."
Han Wangsun sighed, looking at the figure of the Great Shepherd with a faint look, and suddenly felt a chill on his back.
"The person who has been practicing swordsmanship for thousands of years and traveled all over the galaxy, but still can't go any further..."
There was infinite sympathy in his tone.
He also saw his own shadow in the Great Priest.
Maybe he wasn't as miserable as the Great Priest, trying every means possible. Even after entering Wenjian Villa several times, he still found nothing, but he also saw such a trend.
Traveling all over the galaxy, looking for a breakthrough in martial arts, but without any opportunity, I had to set my goal on the Four Great Books. I found nothing, so I had to come here to Wenjian Villa.
If this continues, will he become like this persistent and desperate old man?
Han Wangsun's body trembled, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Linglong understood his intentions, touched his arm lightly, and said sternly: "Mr. Han, don't be discouraged. Even this person does not necessarily feel that the path to seeking the Tao is completely painful."
"Even if you can't make any further progress for the rest of your life, it is a blessing in itself for those who seek martial arts to die on their path to seek Taoism."
In life, you must always have your own goals.
Some people are talented and lucky, and achieve their goals through their own efforts, and get everything they want;
But some people, either because of lack of talent or because the opportunity has not arrived, even if they are persistent, still fall short in the end and may not be able to reach the highest peak.
But such people don't need mercy either.
They came, fought, and fought for it, even if they failed in the end.
——They are still pure warriors!
Behind him, there is still blazing light and heat, which makes people feel respect rather than sympathy!
Han Wangsun's spirit perked up, he raised his head and laughed loudly, "Miss Linglong, what you said is true, I was confused for a moment!"
He looked at the Great Priest with bright eyes and suddenly smiled and said: "Old friend, no matter whether you can win today or not, this persistent spirit has made me infinitely admired!"
"Hahahahahaha!"
The Great Priest also laughed loudly, the sword in his hand shook, and the ball of light burst continuously. Each time brought huge shocks, causing blood to bleed from the corners of his mouth, but his body remained motionless.
"I will pursue swords all my life and I have no regrets!"
fifty seven!
Fifty-eight!
fifty-nine!
His clothes were torn apart by the huge impact, revealing his decaying skin. For experts like them, time can hardly leave any traces on their bodies, but he was obviously an old man.
——This can also explain how old he is!
However, he still refused to put down the sword in his hand!
"seventy two!"
"seventy three!"
"seventy four!"
Yan Luo Hongchen, Yan Wuba and others were also horrified and moved. They unconsciously counted the number of explosions of the light ball, but their hearts were awe-inspiring.
They are now the favorites of millions of people and the most outstanding masters of the younger generation, but what will happen in the future?
This old man who has been holding a sword all his life was once called a genius. Anyone who can reach this step is impossible even if he is not a genius. However, he is stuck at the last step, so that he has to do this thrilling and desperate thing today.
.
Could this be their future?
The two of them looked at each other and had a deeper understanding of the desolation of martial arts.
"eighty eight……"
"Eighty-nine……"
Jian Shuangyin nodded slightly, and he was also counting the last number of light balls.
The original long Baizi Extinction Sword now only has the last small section left.
Of the one hundred terrifying balls of light, only ten are left now.
"ten!"
"Nine!"
"eight!"
"seven!"
"six!"
As the countdown continued, everyone's eyes became more and more solemn, and the entire Baizi Extermination Sword exploded completely. This was something that had never been heard of before, and no one knew how much power it could explode.
Everyone wants to see this final glory!
The Great Priest continued to persist, with blood oozing from all his orifices, and the arm holding the sword was scarred, and the bones were deeply visible in many places. The white bones were mixed with the blood, which looked particularly scary.
"five!"
"Four!"
"three!"
"two!"
"one!"
At the same time as the last ball of light exploded, the Great Priest also let out a long laugh like a night owl.
Draw your sword!
With a whistling and roaring sound that sounded like the stars were shattering, the blood and essence of the Great Priest turned into a huge sword, descended from the sky, and slashed straight at Feng Ziyue's head!
"My life, persistence and dreams are all transformed into this sword!"
"Brother Feng, come and experience the will in the sword of me, a loser!"
"From today onwards, the great cause of the sword will be entrusted to you!"...)
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