Natural victory over swordsmanship is something Chen Yanqiu dares to think about, but He Ming does not dare to think about.
"Humph"
He Ming shouted coldly, and the white frost sword in his hand exploded with a cold sword light that was about ten feet long. As the sword peak turned, it seemed like a waterfall fell from the sky. The force was powerful and heavy, and the sound was like thunder. In one fell swoop, it crushed the sword energy from Lu Xuanlou.
"Okay"
Lu Xuanlou laughed, stepped forward with his sword, and performed thirteen sword styles in the void.
His posture was wanton, and the sword intent in his body was rising like a landslide and tsunami, as if he was not facing a giant in the Nirvana realm that any giant in the three disaster realms could only look up to. But it's just a worthy opponent.
This made He Ming feel that his dignity had been seriously challenged, his face sank, and murderous intent surged in his eyes.
Without any hesitation, he used his killing move.
The war continues.
Over the plain outside the city, the sword energy was like a rainbow, blazing at the bullfight. The clouds and mist covering the sky were completely shattered, dissipated, and the roars of the swords were more like the collision of thunder in the nine heavens. , rolling endlessly in the darkening sky.
That scene, as if the immortals in the sky were attacking each other, shocked the world. On the city walls, countless monks were dumbfounded and trembled physically and mentally.
A black-shirted young man of unknown origin actually fought back and forth with He Ming, who had been famous for a long time, and even vaguely gained the upper hand. They were all shocked and stunned, and they couldn't believe it.
After all, who can imagine when the top giants in the three disaster realms can actually compete with the existence of half-step giants
"Behead"
In mid-air, He Ming's cold eyes were like lightning, his beard and hair were flying, he slashed out with a sword, and the torrent swept across the sky, vast, surging and thick.
This is the power of Cangming Sword Intent.
This is a kind of top-notch sword spirit, which is the essence of a kendo sect. When He Ming, a half-step giant, draws his sword, every blow seems to set off the Yangtze River. , the raging sea waves, the momentum is extremely astonishing, and that random sword can kill the top figures of the giant giant level.
But such a terrifying offensive failed to do anything to Lu Xuanlou, and was resolved one by one in the duel with Lu Xuanlou.
Sword cultivators have differences in the speed and strength of their swords. There will inevitably be some dissatisfaction in swordsmanship, and Lu Xuanlou’s falling swords are all those that are not perfect. What was unsatisfactory was that this made He Ming extremely uncomfortable. Every time he used his sword, he was interrupted by Lu Xuanlou, leaving him with no use for his swordsmanship.
This made He Ming surprised.
Before he decided to take action against Lu Xuanlou, he also conducted some research.
This black-shirted young man seemed to appear out of thin air with no trace. He had been led in Chashan Town for a period of time and had nothing outstanding, so that he subconsciously thought that Lu Xuanlou was just a guy with a little strength. Older mortals.
But now, he realized that he had made a serious mistake in his judgment.This kid is no ordinary human being, he is simply a monster that cannot be measured by common sense.
He Ming has been practicing for hundreds of years. He has never heard of it, let alone seen it. There is someone like Lu Xuanlou in this world who can compete with the three disaster realms. Example of Half-Step Juqing
At this moment, he no longer dared to think of being as contemptuous and arrogant as he was at the beginning, and his eyebrows were full of seriousness and solemnity.
"If I don't kill this beast today, it will become a serious problem for me, and I will never have peace."
Since he massacred Chashan Town, the two sides have formed a deadly feud, and there is no way Room for relaxation.
If Lu Xuanlou is allowed to live, with his sinful background, he will grow up in the future, and there will be few opponents in the world. By then, whether it is the Fuyun Pirates or the Great Pei Dynasty, What can be used to fight with Lu Xuanlou
Boom, boom, boom
He Ming's power became more and more terrifying, his sword intention was as straight as the vast ocean, pulling Zhou Xu's general trend, and the sword was like anger, Every strike has the potential to shake mountains.
This made Lu Xuanlou feel great pressure. Although he was naturally superior in swordsmanship, this kind of victory was not absolute, so he was somewhat powerless at the moment.
To give a simple example, if Wenjian Jue is a giant, Lu Xuanlou can easily win. If Wenjian Nirvana is a martial artist, Lu Xuanlou is not weak at all. If Wenjian takes half a step, the outcome will be different. It became clear that in the final analysis, Lu Xuanlou's realm was still a bit low.
However, this made Lu Xuan not surprised but happy. He did not lack a way to win, but what he lacked was a whetstone that could test the edge of the sword. Otherwise, he would have sacrificed that sword array long ago and kept it so that He Ming could not bear to walk around.
"Kill"
He Ming's power is still rising, and his sword intention is still getting stronger. Everything within a radius of several thousand meters is disturbed by his power, surging and rolling, as if boiling. , making the warriors and monks watching the battle from a distance tremble with fear.
Chen Yanqiu was also shaken at this moment, not because of how terrifying He Ming's moral behavior was, but because at this point in the battle, He Ming was even forced to use his weapon, not to mention killing Lu Xuanlou. Full strength.
Chen Yanqiu naturally knows what this means. She is sure that at this time, any Nirvana warrior, even those who are among the top Zhongzhou geniuses, would have been defeated for the most part.
"Hey, that kid's sword spirit is also rising"
Chen Yanqiu's pupils were full of brilliant colors, and he saw Lu Xuanlou's black robe billowing, his long hair flying, and he was handing over the sword. , unrestrained and wild, becoming more and more courageous as he fought. Instead of being suppressed, he showed an unstoppable and fierce attitude.
"The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, the sword intention is violent, and the sword power is brilliant."
Chen Yanqiu murmured to himself, "Natural overwhelms the swordsmanship. The sword energy and sword intention have never been suppressed, nor have they been cultivated." He has shown the most rare sword power, how can we be embarrassed by our sword cultivation? This kid is the most evil monster in the world."
Zhongzhou has outstanding people, and there is no shortage of amazing sword immortal embryos, but with Lu Xuan Compared with the building, it seems to be a little less interesting.
Only then did Chen Yanqiu understand that even if heWithout taking action, just relying on the strength that Lu Xuanlou showed at this moment was enough to escape. Only then did he understand why Lu Xuanlou dared to regard He Ming as a sword-sharpening stone. That was a sword-sharpening stone.
If that kid wins this battle, will he be considered a giant?
Probably
If that kid defeats He Ming, who is half a giant, then he may not be considered a giant yet. , it is reasonable to call himself a Juqing. So, wouldn’t that kid want to be on an equal footing with me, such a young Juqing level powerhouse? This is simply appalling
Chen Yanqiu couldn’t help but think of this. Startled by my own thoughts, I laughed at myself, feeling naive.
The sword energy collapsed, the sword light rose again, and the explosion sounded like the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed. The torrent of collapsed power swept out, like a river bursting its banks, it was out of control, and the ground was crisscrossed with ravines, as if A spider web.
And on that plain, the sword energy was densely packed and endless, revealing a biting chill and murderous intention, and the two figures were entangled together. When they were fighting each other, each sword was more powerful than the other. , the next sword was more ferocious, blood fell like rain, and he didn't care.
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