After the sword-wielding Taoist finished speaking, he stood aside coldly.
Ares was stunned, stretched out his huge fist and gestured: "My fist is a weapon. Believe it or not, I can tear you apart with one hand."
The sword wielder stopped talking, closed his eyes and stood there in silence, like a cold machine.
Siyu's eyes were full of doubts. Judging from the injuries on Dongzi's body, the attack power of this sword-wielding Taoist was quite powerful. Recall that when the Four Demon Taoist Priests described it, they said that in this world, there is a incomplete formation.
There is a scarred puppet in the formation. But the scene in front of him is not at all shabby. Could it be that the records of the Four Demon Taoist Priests are wrong, or... this sword-wielding Taoist is not the puppet?
However, looking at this posture, Siyu and others cannot continue to pass without defeating this sword-wielding Taoist. At that moment, Siyu sent a message to Ares: "Go and choose a suitable weapon and try your best to defeat him."
Ares looked back at Siyu, hesitated and walked to the weapon rack, picked a two-handed broadsword, weighed the weight, and returned to the field with satisfaction. A top-grade fairy weapon, Ares held the sword in his hand.
, feeling a little excited.
The sword wielder opened his eyes suddenly, flipped his wrist, and a sword energy roared towards Ares.
"Hit your grandson's as soon as you say it." Ares quickly set up the broadsword and mobilized the fighting spirit in his body. The high-grade immortal weapon was indeed extraordinary. Although the cultivation level was suppressed at the moment, the amplification effect of the high-grade immortal weapon was restored.
This disadvantage.
Ares's fighting spirit is undoubtedly strong and domineering, but the sword energy of the sword wielder is extremely fierce, as if any defense is a joke in front of him. Ares holds the handle of the sword horizontally, and is forced to take three steps back by the sword energy.
, the momentum suddenly disappeared. But the attack of the sword-wielding Taoist did not stop, and rushed towards Ares very quickly. Ares felt a chill in his heart, and felt that a huge aura had locked himself, and any of his moves would be blocked.
Under the opponent's control, even his movements were somewhat hindered. He tried his best to avoid the opponent's sword, but still let the opponent take away a piece of his clothes.
The sword-wielding Taoist seemed to be tireless, biting Ares and not letting go. He danced an ordinary long sword flawlessly and attacked continuously. Ares was always in a passive state of being beaten. What was even more strange was that the sword-wielding Taoist's
The attack is always controlled within the strength of the middle stage of the Tribulation, no more and no less, as if it will never be consumed.
Siyu looked at the smooth attacks of the swordsman, and a strong fighting spirit began to appear in his eyes. As a child of a swordsman family, Siyu has been passionate about swordsmanship since he was a child, but when he reached this stage,
After gaining strength, purely technical swordsmanship was no longer so important in battle, so he gradually ignored the training of swordsmanship. But now after seeing the sword-wielding Taoist's attack, he suddenly realized that when the swordsmanship is refined to the
After a certain level, it is possible to completely suppress the enemy with swordsmanship. It seems that a door is slowly opening to Siyu, and a kind of enlightenment comes to his mind. Now, Siyu just wants to fight this sword-wielding Taoist to see if it is him.
The sword is stronger than your own.
"Go away - your grandson's..." On the martial arts training ground, Ares suddenly raised his broadsword, and with a wounded blow, he swung his fist fiercely, and the golden fighting energy came out of his body, which was enough to break the rocks.
A punch hit the sword wielder's chest hard. The sword wielder didn't even dodge. The long sword in his hand was like a poisonous dragon, thrust out from a strange angle, and stabbed Ares with determination.
"Bang——"
"laugh--"
There was a muffled sound and a cloud of blood mist at the same time, and the two people quickly separated. The man holding the sword flew backwards, bounced on the ground twice, and then stood up again, as if nothing happened. It was just a huge burnt black fist on his chest.
The seal showed that the blow from Ares just now really hit him solidly. But Ares was not so cool. He covered his left abdomen and half-knelt on the ground, with a gurgling fountain of blood flowing out from between his fingers.
Squirting.
Holding the broadsword, Ares staggered to his feet. His eyes had turned red. Just when he was about to take action, Siyu's voice sounded from the audience, "Ares, come down and let me deal with him."
Siyu's voice was irresistible. Ares gave the sword wielder a fierce look and slowly moved down the martial arts field. As soon as he stepped down the stairs, the mysterious power that was pressing in his body suddenly disappeared, and his cultivation level returned to its original state again, but the left side of his abdomen
The injury became more painful, and even a man like Ares couldn't help but his eyes darkened. Siyu gently rubbed around Ares's wound with two fingers, and a trace of true energy slowly seeped into it, slowly forcing out the remaining
The sword energy in Ares.
Seeing the dirty blood flowing out from the wound, Siyu loosened his fingers. He opened his mouth, and a black dot flew out of Siyu's mouth and magnified in the air. The indifferent face of No. 1 appeared in front of everyone. A closer look revealed that No. 1 actually had a cold face.
He was very similar to the sword-wielding Taoist. Apart from indifference, there was no second emotion on his face. He opened his palms, holding two balls of colored soil in the first hand, and sent them to Ares and Dongzi respectively.
In their mouths, a miraculous scene appeared. The scars on the two people were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a comfortable hum sounded from the two people's mouths. After a while, not a single scar was left on the two people. Everyone
Er looked at Siyu like a god and almost dissected him on the spot without even using his eyes.
Avoiding those scary eyes, Siyu climbed up the stairs step by step and walked onto the martial arts field. From this moment on, Siyu only had one person and a sword in his eyes. The sword-wielding Taoist's fingers were long and slender, which was very suitable for holding a sword.
His whole body has long lines and his eyes are firm. At first glance, his aura is integrated, as if he is an indestructible sword, and it is impossible to find his shortcomings.
"This man is a master, a genius who is born with swords." Siyu silently defined a sword-wielding Taoist in his mind.
After both feet landed on the martial arts training ground at the same time, Siyu's face changed drastically like Ares's. A mysterious power surged out from the soles of his feet and quickly entered Siyu's body, sealing his strength to the early stage of transcending the tribulation.
"Eh-" With a sound, Siyu quickly unfolded his spiritual sense and scanned around. Then he was surprised to find that the training ground paved with top-quality spiritual stones was itself a huge formation. No wonder it had such strange power.
It's just that the effect of this formation seems to be only to seal a person's cultivation level.
"Wait a minute... the seal cultivation, the formation, the indifferent sword-wielding Taoist..." Siyu's eyes flashed, and then a sense of understanding appeared.
"You have the strength to fight me, and you can choose a weapon." The cold sword-wielding Taoist said as usual.
Siyu smiled and summoned the Divine Lord Sword, and said calmly: "No need, I'm used to using my own weapons."
"drink--"
"crop--"
Siyu's shout rang out in the air, as did the sword-wielding Taoist man's friction with the air as he moved.
Two sword energies, one blue and one green, collided in the middle, eroded and collided with each other, and disappeared bit by bit.
There were only two blurry afterimages left on the field, and the sky was full of sword lights. Although his cultivation was sealed until the early stage of transcending the tribulation, with his sword skills and extraordinary fighting talent, Siyu was able to challenge the swordsmanship every time.
The elusive sword. The fierce clash of swordsmanship reminded Siyu of his past experience in the family's Ten Thousand Sword Pool. During those days, Siyu also fought with different swords every day, and learned all kinds of weird and strange swordsmanship.
Over the past few months, Siyu's swordsmanship has made rapid progress, and he inspired to create a new set of swordsmanship. His brother Ximen Changsun once named it "Siyu Swordsmanship". With a slight smile, Siyu turned his hand and picked
, Lift, stab, swing, chop, slash, drop, point, beat, a series of movements are flowing smoothly, "Siyu Sword Technique" is used according to the trend, the blue light of the Shenjun Sword explodes, and the domineering power of the world is enveloped in the field. For the first time, Siyu Sword Technique
Yu used his own swordsmanship to turn the situation around, with a sharpness that was faintly superior to that of the swordsman.
If a sword-wielding Taoist is like an incomparably sharp sword, then Siyu at this time is a majestic and majestic mountain that cannot be shaken. The people below watched nervously, as the Caiyi brought their hopes with him.
In everyone's mind, Caiyi is a symbol of invincibility.
"Siyu Sword Technique" is definitely about the word "wonderful". The attack is unexpected, wave after wave, and each wave beats the wave. As long as Siyu fully displays this set of sword techniques, others will only be beaten.
Er. In the face of Siyu's continuous and increasingly stronger sword intent, the Taoist sword wielder's sword momentum was slightly disrupted. Suddenly, Siyu's sword moved, opening the empty door. As expected, the Taoist sword wielder was fooled and stabbed with his sword.
Come. At this moment, Siyu's steps slipped and he lay down straight. Qi spurted out from under his feet, and he quickly slid to the side of the sword wielder. At this time, the sword wielder could no longer withdraw the sword and could only look at Shen Jun.
The sword struck him hard in the chest.
"Okay-" Everyone in the martial arts training ground breathed a sigh of relief and cheered.
But Siyu frowned instead. When the Shenjun Sword struck the sword-wielding Taoist, he clearly felt that the sword was like cutting on a steel plate, and the force of the rebound actually made his hand hurt.
Surprised eyes all stared at the sword-wielding Taoist. He actually stood up again. Siyu's sword did no harm to him at all. Only the Taoist robe on his chest was cut.
"Hiss—" everyone took a breath of cold air and couldn't believe their eyes. What they saw inside the sword-wielding Taoist's purple-gold dragon robe was not a living body, but gears, steel, and parts.
The icy machine formed by Siyu has a wonderful formation at the place where Siyu hit it. There is a deep crack in the formation, but the crack has been worn away. It is obviously an old wound, and there is only a deep crack in the formation.
A blue crystal. The crystal is a little dim at this time, but it still exudes huge aura.
"This..." Siyu was also stunned. The scarred puppet mentioned by the Fourth Demon Taoist Master was really the sword-wielding Taoist in front of him?!
Looking carefully at the body structure of the sword wielder, the complex mechanical craftsmanship is impressive, and the dazzling layout of lines and formations is even more unbelievable. Siyu can't even understand a bit of it. I don't know which senior master made it.
This puppet can actually possess such powerful swordsmanship.
The sword-holding puppet Taoist looked at Siyu coldly. Suddenly, he put a hand into the storage bag on his waist and took out a red crystal. The crystal was fiery red and dazzling. Siyu could not figure it out clearly, but among the
The huge aura revealed caused Siyu to take three steps back, and the fiery fire element burned his hair.
I screamed in my heart that it was bad, I was going to lose!