[Chapter 1,200, you can die when you hear the news! 】
This sword is what Daimuji is all about.
——It is also the sublimation of his life!
In front of this sword, victory or defeat, honor or disgrace, life or death, everything becomes unimportant.
What I seek is just the true meaning of the sword!
How can a swordsman without genius reach the top?
With persistence and unremitting efforts!
The power of this sword has exceeded its limit, vaguely reaching the threshold of the realm of God!
"Such a sword can barely be called great."
Jian Shuangyin closed her eyes slightly, seeming to be immersed in this atmosphere and enjoying it.
"At this time, I'm a little bit confident that it's me standing opposite him..."
Being able to get such a comment from the Lord of the North Galaxy also shows the power of this sword. If it were not so shocking that the ghosts and gods wept, Jian Shuangyin would not be eager to try it.
It is a pity that this sword cannot be copied after all. After the extinction of the Hundred Sons, it is already impossible to burst out such power with the power of one person!
Feng Ziyue also took a deep breath. Facing the power that surged in front of him like a galaxy exploding, his expression did not change. He just raised the long sword in his hand piously and roared loudly.
"Master Muji, it is an honor for me to see this sword!"
The scary thing about this sword is not its power. The most terrifying thing is the undying persistence in the sword's intention. Even if the person holding the sword is covered with wounds, he doesn't know how long he can last!
"Hehehe, before I die, with this sword, I can rest in peace..."
The high priest's voice was hoarse. It seemed that all his strength had been exhausted.
"But don't be careless, I'm not dead yet!"
He laughed dryly, flipped his wrist, and saw that the huge blood sword soaring down from the sky also changed flexibly. It swept towards Fengziyue's vital points at its peak.
Although he is extremely powerful, he is able to control himself as he pleases, and at the last moment of his life, he bursts out with brilliant brilliance!
"Good swordsmanship!"
Feng Ziyue praised, and used his left foot as a pivot. He moved his right foot slightly, spinning on the spot. With a flick of his wrist, the long sword in his hand actually pointed towards the tip of the huge blood sword!
In comparison, the natural sword in his hand seemed extremely small. When the sword was thrust out, it was like stabbing a high mountain with the tip of a needle!
"ah!"
Yan Luo Hongchen and Yan Wuba couldn't help but exclaimed.
The leader of the Great Priest brings huge power that sweeps across the galaxy. No matter what kind of master he is, the first reaction is to retreat first to avoid its edge.
According to what Jian Shuangyin said just now, he can't stand up to this sword either.
How could Feng Ziyue be so bold?
Yue Lan Rushuang was shocked and clenched her fists.
"Good boy!"
Jian Shuangyin finally began to look squarely at Feng Ziyue.
"This sword. My choice is not to take it forcefully. Those who take it forcefully can be said to be fools..."
Although he said this, his eyes finally did not contain contempt or disdain, but instead showed a bit of respect.
"...But in this world, only fools can see things that others cannot see!"
Just as Jian Shuangyin finished speaking, he saw the natural divine sword in Feng Ziyue's hand. As if there was no obstacle, it penetrated straight into the bloody giant sword and broke through like a torrent!
"how so?"
Linglongwan and Han Wangsun were also surprised. They also saw the power of Damuji's sword and have been thinking about how to break it.
The Hundred Sons Extinction Sword all exploded, containing the power of a hundred stars. No matter what, it was impossible to resist it head-on.
Feng Ziyue chose to draw the sword, which made people admire his courage, but they also didn't realize that it would be done for him.
But what was unexpected was such a result.
"He concentrated all the strength of his body on the tip of the sword, so that he could be indestructible, like piercing through decay. But even if he could break the sword like this, how could he escape from the giant sword? This... this is not self-defeating.
Are you seeking death?"
Han Wangsun's face turned pale and he spoke in disbelief.
Feng Ziyue thrust out his sword, and he and his sword fell into the huge bloody sword. His whole person seemed to disappear out of thin air. Although he could still feel his breath, he was trapped in the sword like this.
It's really not a good sign.
This is self-destruction!
It seems that with a flick of Daimuji's wrist, Feng Ziyue can be killed!
At this moment, the figure of the Great Priest stood frozen!
The situation in the field suddenly became strange.
Feng Ziyue's figure disappeared, leaving only a vague aura, while the great priest had beard and hair flying, his clothes were ragged, his seven orifices were bleeding, his hands were raised high, and a bloody giant was placed above his head, which was also completely frozen!
"How is this going?"
Everyone's eyes were attracted by this strange sight.
Jian Shuangyin frowned.
"This is……"
He could feel that the violent and violent confrontation was happening around him, but he couldn't see it.
"Could it be that……"
Even Chu Kuangren, who had kept his eyes closed, suddenly opened them at this time, with a hint of excitement on his face.
Both Feng Ziyue and Dai Muji have transcended the limitations of time and space. In a very short period of time, they started a swift and unparalleled fight. Although the two of them seemed to be completely still, under the bloody giant sword
Among them, there is an unparalleled fierce battle!
laugh!
laugh!
laugh!
I don't know where the sound of breaking through the air came from. It was the sound of sword energy. Even though almost all of the people present were top masters, they couldn't tell who had the upper hand.
This still scene actually didn't last long, but in everyone's eyes, it seemed like a hundred years had passed.
finally!
With a loud bang, Feng Ziyue broke out from the bloody giant sword, flipped two somersaults in the air, fell steadily, and still stood quietly in front of the Great Priest.
The distance between the two of them was very close, but neither of them moved.
a long time.
The Great Priest opened his eyes slightly, with a smile of relief and joy on his face.
"At this point in the realm of swordsmanship, I have finally reached the threshold... Thank you very much!"
He let out a long laugh, parted his hands, and saw that the bloody giant sword above his head completely disappeared without a trace, and the most precious Hundred Sons Extermination Sword was also gone.
There is no more extermination sword in the world!
"I still say the same thing, the great cause of kendo will be left to you from now on!"
"I will die if I hear the truth in the morning. If I fight today, I have no regrets!"
While laughing loudly, the great priest suddenly spurted out blood arrows from all over his body, scattered in all directions, and hit Feng Ziyue's white clothes, leaving marks like plum blossoms.
Feng Ziyue did not give way.
Everyone remained silent.
Amidst the roar, the shadow of the Great Priest disappeared!
This old man who was obsessed with swords finally fell here!
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