Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 151: Take one sword out of a thousand swords
No matter how magnificent a river is, it cannot cover the whole world. However, when facing this river, no one can find those small pieces of dry mounds.
Junmo did not look at the river, but could feel the big river. So he found his foot in the rushing river water, and his body turned slightly, and his feet fell there.
He opened his eyes again, watching the river flowing under his feet like time, without expressing emotion like the teacher, and a bright luster emitted from the depths of his eyes.
His cheeks were pale, but his expression was still so peaceful.
A clear whistle burst out from his lips.
Like the phoenix roars, it is more like the first sound of a phoenix reborn after the fire.
The autumn wind is getting wilder, and Junmo's black hair is dancing.
He opened his arms and his sleeves blew in the wind.
His blood kept gushing from his broken arm.
His mind power gushed wildly into the surrounding world.
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Under the iron tent of Qingxia, a sword in the furnace felt the call of the crazy thought power. With a sneer, he pierced through the cabinet, broke through the tent and flew towards the field.
In the southern wilderness, countless screams suddenly broke out in the coalition camp of the Xiling Temple. Cultivators from various sects suddenly discovered their natal swords and were out of their own control!
The crisp friction sounds sounded one after another in the military camp. It was the friction between swords and scabbards. Countless flying swords flew out of the sheath and flew towards Qingxia.
Deep in the green mountains, several fallen leaves gently covered a wide iron sword, and a broken arm was still holding the hilt tightly. Suddenly, the iron sword trembled violently, but the waves of the pine trees flew up again!
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The world around the wilderness is filled with Jun Mo's wild and powerful thought power.
Countless swords, summoned by this spiritual power, came from all directions, quickly surpassing lightning, instantly crossing a long distance, and coming to Qingxia. They pierced Liu Bai!
Liu Bai looked solemn, withdrew his broken sword and crossed it in front of him, and set up the world at hand again.
Thousands of swords suddenly stopped in the autumn wind around him, hovering in the air.
The number of swords is too large, forming a huge sword ball that blocks the sky light, making it look particularly cold.
Full of murderous intent.
This is the world of swords.
This is a world surrounded by swords.
Liu Bai was among the thousands of swords.
He could not see the situation opposite, and even his connection with the energy of heaven and earth seemed to be interrupted.
He can only calculate.
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Jun Mo held his own sword in thousands of swords.
He used his left hand.
Before Qingxia, there were swords everywhere, with sword intent scattered and the aura of heaven and earth was in chaos.
But he could accurately find his iron sword.
Because his right arm was still above the iron sword, he was reluctant to leave.
He held the iron sword, and he held his broken arm.
He pulled out the iron sword and stabbed Liu Bai surrounded by thousands of swords.
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Liu Bai couldn't see it. He couldn't figure it out clearly.
But he felt the sword.
This is the strongest sword he has ever seen in his life.
It is even more terrifying than the sword in the hands of the South China Sea Sword God who became the name of his sword saint back then.
Liu Bai no longer hesitated.
He no longer has a sword, no city walls, and no moat.
At the most critical moment, he only trusted the sword itself.
At this time, Jun Mo successfully aroused all his combat power and arrogance.
He is confident that he is invincible in the world.
In front of the Dahe Sword, the one who is in charge will make you clear.
No matter how terrible Jun Mo's sword is, it is impossible for him to be his opponent.
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Liu Bai sets out his sword.
The river rushes through the plains.
He is the Sword Saint.
His sword is the saint among the swords.
He sets out his sword. There is only one sword left in this world.
Expand again at a distance.
Thousands of swords suddenly collapsed and flew towards the green mountains and fields.
Nothing could block Liu Bai's vision or his sword.
But before Qingxia, there was a sword.
The iron sword was held in Jun Mo's hands.
Then Jun Mo held it in his hand.
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This sentence is not repeated.
It's the accurate reality
The broken arm holds the hilt of the sword.
Junmo held his broken arm.
This scene looks bloody, but it doesn't make any sense.
Except for the iron sword, it seemed to have become longer.
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Jun Mo set out his sword, focused and rigorous, even though he was covered in blood, he was still unshakable.
Liu Bai set out his sword, and then came first. There is still no sword in the world that is faster than him.
However, Liu Bai only had half of the broken sword left in his hand.
The iron sword in Jun Mo's hand grew a little longer than usual.
A very slight sound came in front of Qingxia.
It seemed like a drip of water fell into the furnace, touching the high-temperature red charcoal.
The iron sword stabbed into Liu Bai's chest.
Liu Bai's broken sword is still a distance away from Junmo's throat.
It is neither close nor far away, it is just a foot in front of you.
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Liu Bai abandoned the sword.
The broken sword broke again, into countless bright fragments.
The aura of heaven and earth on the sword was shaking uneasy.
The fields in front of Qingxia began to vibrate, and a long roar sounded.
With the whistling sound, Liu Bai retreated quickly.
Come like the Yellow River rushing into the sea, and go like flooding and disasters.
With the breath of heaven and earth, he swept back dozens of feet like a ghost.
Then he stopped.
He began to cough.
All that coughs out is blood.
He looked at the sword wound on his chest and frowned slightly.
At this moment, he finally understood why Jun Mo had to control so many swords.
Because Jun Mo asked him to count.
Although he is the most powerful person in the world, he is not a person like Sangsang, and no matter how powerful he is, he cannot calculate all the changes.
Jun Mo doesn’t need to count, because thousands of swords are fake, only his own iron sword is real.
But even so, Jun Mo's iron sword could not enter a foot in front of him.
Until he was seriously injured by his broken arm, Jun Mo was very painful, angry, and unwilling to accept it. He was rigorously obedient for many years and was bound by his own rules for so many years, and finally broke out at this moment.
He closed his eyes and did not see the Yellow River coming from the sky, avoiding Liu Bai's fatal sword.
He whistled, the green mountains and fields were shaking uneasy, and countless swords arrived.
Liu Bai's sword intent finally showed a gap.
Jun Mo's iron sword stabbed in through the gap.
Maybe Liu Bai did that gap on purpose.
Because he believed that within such a close distance, his sword was the fastest.
But he didn't expect anything.
Sword art is divided into swords and techniques, and also into momentum and technique.
And in addition to speed, length and length.
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Looking down at the bleeding wound, Liu Bai smiled.
His smile was not lonely, only a faint self-mockery and emotion.
No matter how he thought about it, he could not have imagined that the final outcome would be like this.
He can accept both sides, but it is really difficult for him to accept this reason.
This reason is really absurd.
The broken sword meets the long sword. For some reason, the person holding the broken sword stabs the opponent to death. For some reason, the person holding the long sword gains an advantage...
This is a battle scene that ordinary people who are new to swordsmanship will imagine.
He and Jun Mo are the two strongest swordsmanship in the world.
In the end, this method really put an end to the battle.
He suddenly thought that the clear stream would turn into a turbid river, but it would become clearer after entering the sea. Could it be that the practice of swordsmanship would follow the same principle?
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(I wrote these two chapters for eight hours today and couldn't do it anymore. I saw some comments and was not very satisfied with these chapters. What I want to say is that this is really a problem with my IQ and ability.
Everyone has a limit on their abilities. It is impossible to write as well as they want. I can only say that the chapters of the Battle of Qingxia, I did my best to do my best. This is without any illusion. I am
Writing hard with my breasts, so I can be satisfied with myself. I hope everyone can be satisfied, good night.) {Piaotian Wenxue www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}