This is the name of Zhang Guangmu's first move made public.
Under the gaze of everyone, the water mist around the [Phantom Sword] hanging high in the air dispersed, transforming into hundreds of sharp swords.
Following Zhang Guangmu's order, these fog swords tore through the strong wind and fell from the sky.
They fell extremely fast, and even the nineteen swordsmen on the huge Yi Sword Platform, all from top sects and with considerable strength, could not escape the attack of the Mist Sword.
Puff! Puff! Puff!…
The sound of the blade penetrating flesh and blood resounded loudly, and in an instant, the entire Yijian Stage was stained red with blood.
"presumptuous!"
"How dare Shuzi slaughter his fellow Jianghu people like this?!"
"Ugh...Senior Brother Xu! I will avenge you now!"
"What a ruthless evil heretic!"
"Zhang Guangmu, you deserve to die!"
Seeing this scene, several heads of the city who were not deep enough suddenly became furious!
Famous sects are often accustomed to protecting their own shortcomings, and white-glove disciples who are willing to do dirty work for their sect are even rarer.
Seeing their elites being turned into hedgehogs by Zhang Guangmu, they immediately hated this arrogant and unknown person, and even planned to kill him personally and make Zhang Guangmu pay the price with blood.
only……
Before they could move, they were grabbed by people around them.
"Don't be impulsive! They are all still alive! They are not dead!"
"Through the [Si Ming Sword], I can clearly feel that although they were all injured and lost a lot of blood, their vitality is still strong!"
"Zhang Guangmu's style is called "Sword Like Prison" instead of "Slaughter Field". It must have his deep meaning..."
Only then did everyone belatedly notice that although the nineteen swordsmen who were penetrated by the dense fog sword were covered in blood and looked miserable and miserable, not a single one of them died as a result.
Those fog swords were like shackles that penetrated the bones of the lute, embedded in the bodies of the nineteen swordsmen.
The swordsmen who were stabbed like hedgehogs did not continue to see blood from their wounds, and were even able to struggle vigorously.
It's just that they lack the ability to move within a range of about ten centimeters in diameter from the center of their feet, as if they were imprisoned in an invisible prison.
At this time, people began to think about the name of Zhang Guangmu's moves.
"The sword is like a prison? It should not be the jade of jade, nor the chariot, but the prison that refers to the prison!"
"A conventional prison refers to a place where prisoners are imprisoned, but Zhang Guangmu's "Sword Like Prison" technique is specially used to imprison powerful swordsmen..."
"Hiss... What a terrifying spiritual sword skill! How on earth did he do it?"
"I don't understand! I don't understand!"
"A very strong [control-type] spiritual sword skill! Only the lethality is a bit lacking... What a pity."
"What a pity! Talents like Zhang Guangmu are definitely the most popular in [Asking Sword]! Even if you are just a [rental swordsman], you can still be sought after by all the major sects!"
"A strong man of this level can already change the fate of the entire sect with his own strength!"
In fact, the vast majority of the audience still underestimated Zhang Guangmu's methods, thinking that his moves could only achieve control effects.
In fact, the seemingly exciting and intense fight was actually under control.
[Phantom Sword] split light into a blade and pierced a group of enemies with hundreds of mist swords. The degree of bloodshed was not too high. There were no broken arms and limbs flying around, and not even a single person was killed.
The swordsmen who were pierced by the mist sword shadow were struggling on the spot, their faces were full of pain, their expressions were tormented, and their eyes gradually became cloudy.
Their sanity seemed to be being eroded little by little, and they were mumbling some words that were difficult to understand.
"It's so tiring to practice basic skills! Fortunately, I have good talent. Even if I am so lazy and lazy every day, I have still developed a strong swordsmanship..."
"Hahahaha! A man has finally come to this world, and he should commit murder and arson, and commit all kinds of evil! Let me go and let me kill to my heart's content! What bullshit is bullying the weak? The law of the jungle is the truth in the world!"
"In order to pursue my second senior sister, I made up my mind to practice swordsmanship seriously? The reason why I put my love for the sword cannot be so vulgar! Witch! You are not my second senior sister! You are my inner demon! I will... woo! Don't force me
Do it! Let’s go! I don’t want to see you again!”
"What's wrong with pursuing power and wealth?! I was afraid of poverty, so I went to the mountain gate to practice swordsmanship just for these two things! You partial old man, why don't you die quickly!"
After the nineteen swordsmen vented hysterically, the fog swords on their bodies gradually dissipated, and they sat cross-legged on the ground. Although they no longer looked like the hedgehogs they had before, they seemed to be in a state of being half asleep and half awake.
Li Xiaoxiao, who had been silently watching with hurt, suddenly clapped his hands and exclaimed: "What a great trick!"
"What a "Sword Like Prison"!"
"Don't target someone individually, torture the sword's heart directly, don't hurt his body, but refine his mind."
"This move is simply a millstone of faith!"
Li Xiaoxiao guessed part of the principle of this move. Because there were outsiders, he simply ignored the key parts and only analyzed the details that would definitely be seen by others.
He suspected that this "Sword Like Prison" was actually a double-edged sword.
The vast majority of people who take this trick will have their true minds tortured, fall into a confusing and confusing dream, and become meat on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by others.
But……
Those who have firm beliefs and extremely clear swordsmanship may actually get a blessing in disguise, see through their true heart, break out of their cocoon, become a butterfly, and become stronger.
No matter what, this spiritual sword skill called "Sword Like Prison" was the final word, and it directly defeated nineteen swordsmen.
The outcome of the sword fight is very clear.
No referee was needed, everyone could see that Zhang Guangmu won.
The nineteen defeated swordsmen were awakened one after another. After knowing their performance, they left one by one in despair.
At this time, the novices were also excitedly discussing the battle just now.
"The sword conquers all heroes, 銱!"
"I am number one in the universe!"
"Handsome, handsome, handsome!"
"I feel like I'm exaggerating a bit, but in the world of "Sword, Vanity Fair", Zhang Guangmu may already have sword emperor level combat power!"
"No! That's not right! He has not yet reached the level of the Three Sword Emperors! The group control ability of "Sword Like Prison" is indeed super strong, but it has major flaws! It can only provide control. If Zhang Guangmu has killing intent, maybe
It will stimulate the enemy to wake up from the environment, causing this trick to be cracked!"
"It's indeed a little worse, but it's not because of the moves - I just paused the immersive movie viewing mode and found that Zhang Guangmu's [physical strength] and Mirage Sword's [sword energy reserve] have actually been squandered!"
"So, Mu Zai sword picks nineteen sects. It seems that he has unlimited glory and is able to do it with ease, but it is actually a bit difficult?!"
The manifestation of the saint was successful. Zhang Guangmu's face was calm, but his heart was very happy, but...
He has more important things to deal with at the moment and has no time to continue to be beautiful.
What the audience doesn't know is that the so-called "Sword Like Prison" is just a cover used by Zhang Guangmu.
The seemingly heroic and fierce battle among the heroes alone was, in essence, an experiment by Zhang Guangmu.
The sword picks the Nineteen Factions just to collect the swordsmen's human body data and experimental data.
Now that the goal has been achieved, it’s time to go back and sort out the gains.
…
Feihong Swordsmanship Club.
During the Golden Qiu Yi Sword Festival, Li Xiaoxiao fought twice in a row. Although he lost to Lin Chimou in the second game, he did not feel depressed. Instead, he strengthened his belief and improved his strength.
Lin Zhitong, Zhang Guangmu's registered disciple, after relying on rote memorization to forcibly practice the boxing technique he taught, which was essentially the "Imperial Body Forging Technique", he studied hard every day, trying to surpass his brother and prove himself.
Because of the amazing performances of Li Xiaoxiao and Zhang Guangmu, Feihong Sect doesn't even need to advertise now, as talents come to their doorstep every day.
Such changes made Chu Fan smile from ear to ear all day long.
After recruiting several good young men with potential and talent as well as two ready-made combatants, Chu Fan completed the deal with the Du Kang faction, took a gold-skinned wine gourd, and went to the training room to find Zhang Guangmu.
"Take it!"
Zhang Guangmu took off the stopper from the heavy golden gourd in Chu Fan's hand, and immediately felt a fragrant and fragrant smell of wine coming towards him: "Wine?"
Chu Fan replied with a smile: "What's inside is [Flower Wine], which is also the most precious medicine!"
"It is made of many precious materials such as sword-heart bamboo shoots, Xuanyang grass, thousand-year-old ginseng, marrow fat, and magic mystic fruit. It uses special techniques and sword energy to adjust the medicinal properties. It took sixty years to brew such a product.