"It's a bit interesting"
Wen Xi's five senses sharpened suddenly, and she could feel a force that should not be underestimated, gathering on Lu Xuanlou's sword.
Wen Xi's voice was very soft. She knew that geniuses in the world all have adventures, but Lu Xuanlou's tricks of keeping things under control made her feel a little different.
Three thousand sword lights full of charm, three thousand completely different swordsmanship, no matter which one they are, they are expected to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship and be invincible in the world of Kyushu, and Lu Xuanlou is the collection of three thousand swordsmanship. With swordsmanship in one body, why not make people curious?
People like Wenxi have already figured out their own swordsmanship, and when they reach the end of swordsmanship, they are expected to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship, so they do not envy Lu Xuanlou’s Three Thousand Sword Ways.
However, Wen Xi still felt regretful in his heart. Those three thousand kendos were all a road to the sky, but here in Lu Xuan Tower, they were like pearls covered in dust.
The way of swordsmanship has its own essence. Once you get the essence and cut it out with one sword, nothing in the world dares to test its edge. However, Lu Xuanlou only knows its shape and does not understand its meaning, so he draws his sword. It looks majestic, but in fact it is just like a cat imitating a tiger, and is not worth mentioning. Therefore, in Wen Xi's eyes, the three thousand sword lights and three thousand swords are like external objects borrowed from elsewhere by Lu Xuanlou. But in the end it makes a lot of difference.
The tumbling stones and grass on the top of Zhaixing Mountain were all swept towards the direction of Luxuan Tower at this moment. Raindrops with a radius of one mile rolled in, like dragons drawing water, and the sky and the earth fell. pour.
Three thousand sword lights gathered together, like an umbrella. The tip of the umbrella was "puffed" and the bone handle was spinning wildly in the palm of Lu Xuanlou's hand. Grass clippings and rainwater were directed towards the sword. At the tip, huge pressure spiraled around the umbrella surface, and the umbrella surface gradually closed in, finally aiming at the stunning figure floating in the air.
And Wenxi’s face remained calm.
Grass clippings and water drops floated on the Star-Zhaing Mountain, spinning crazily with the sword tip of Lu Xuan Tower as the source.
Lu Xuanlou has fallen into a dead situation. He wants to escape. If he wants to survive, he must do his best and use the most powerful sword.
This is exactly what Wenxi wants to see. To her, Lu Xuanlou is different from others. Once absurd, Lu Xuanlou seems to have become a flaw in her state of mind.
Cultivation of the sword requires cultivating a flawless sword heart.
It is better to kill Lu Xuanlou directly than to slowly grind him to death, exhaust his energy, break his Taoist heart, and achieve his own cultivation in turn.
The Yuehua Divine Sword is surrounded by a faint murderous aura, ready to cut down with a sword at any time.
On the Star Picking Mountain, there was a dragon roar, and Lu Xuanlou held out the sword with great difficulty, cutting through the heavy rain and strong wind.
Above the tip of the sword, stone chips and showers flew together, and a huge dragon head condensed out, head raised and claws raised, rushing towards the stunning figure who was leaning down.
The two collided, and in an instant, the Moonlight Divine Sword tore a slash with ease.
Three thousand sword lights were shattered by the ethereal sword energy. Wen Xi’s eyes condensed slightly, and she threw away the sword flowers with one hand.Stopping the dive, the sword energy filled the sky, and countless stone chips and rainwater were scattered by the sword energy.
On the top of Zhaixing Mountain, what condensed out was not only an old dragon’s head, but also closely followed by stone chips floating in the air and a flood of water that quickly gathered together and formed a magnificent wave. Dragon body.
The dragon body swallowed Wenxi into its belly and moved forward "slowly", but unfortunately it was cut into pieces.
Lu Xuanlou's face became paler. He was worried and did not dare to use all the sword light. He only took most of it to avoid losing his strength and fainting soon.
As far as Lu Xuanlou's current state is concerned, controlling three thousand sword lights and performing three thousand sword techniques at the same time is ultimately a difficult task, even harder than reaching the sky.
Wen Xi handed out a sword, which was also the first time he actually used a sword
The sword was so powerful that Lu Xuanlou’s figure was swallowed up by the sword energy, and then he was killed. out.
The Yuehua Divine Sword was thrust out. Lu Xuanlou had no time to dodge, and a pool of blood burst out from his shoulder. The entire water dragon was shattered and exploded.
Lu Xuanlou flew out backwards, retreating again and again, and had already hit the stone wall on the edge of Zhaixing Mountain.
He covered his shoulders, and the blood gushing out there was not scarlet, but had a faint moonlight.
The Moonlight Divine Sword is a magical weapon, and magical weapons are all very dangerous weapons. As long as it is stained with blood, it will cause misfortune to the opponent.
Wen Xi, who landed smoothly on the ground, looked a little disappointed. She was standing not far from Lu Xuanlou, with a hint of emotion in her voice, "Lu Xuanlou, this is what you call overwhelming swordsmanship." He is the prince of Wei, studying with Lu Qi. Didn't he tell you that the most powerful swordsmanship does not pay attention to simplicity, let alone magnificence, but pays attention to killing with one blow?"
Lu Xuanlou The Thirteen Sword Styles directly point to the flaw in the swordsmanship, which is amazing, but there are also some unsatisfactory features.
Swords are killing weapons. When a swordsman makes a sword, he should fly the sword to take the head, rather than decipher the magic of the swordsman. Yixiao is generous.
Wen Xi looked at the Donghuang boy slumped on the ground, trying to find something in his eyes, such as the pain after being crushed, or the regret after reflection, or even the revelation. I have no hope of doing it again
None of these.
On Lu Xuanlou’s face and eyes, there was only peace, the ultimate calm.
What Wen Xi said was like the wind and rain blowing past my ears on Zhaixing Mountain. It passed away.
His Taoist heart is still stable, even if the outcome has been decided, and in this battle on the Star Reaching Mountain, the outcome means the difference between life and death.
Not only was Wen Xi a little confused, judging from the past, Lu Xuanlou was definitely not someone who just waited for death. Could it be that this young man was not really at the end of his rope and had other means?
In the brief silence, Lu Xuanlou raised his head. He stared at the dome seriously, admiring the scene that had solidified into an oil painting in the air.
Heavy black clouds are pressing in the sky above Zhaixing Mountain, making people breathless.The raindrops are entangled with the lightning. Standing here, I just feel that the world is big and the people are small. There are always some things that human beings cannot do, such as winning the battle in front of me.
Lu Xuanlou has done everything he can do, and delivered the most magnificent sword he can deliver so far, but the ending is still as expected, he lost.
The showers in Zhaixing Mountain have no intention of stopping, but are becoming more and more severe.
Lu Xuanlou took a strong breath just to support himself and not fall down so quickly. At least he should hold on for a while longer, insist on saying a few more words, insist on asking some questions, or insist on asking some questions. Hold on until the moment you have been waiting for.
Wen Xi had an incomprehensible expression. Looking at the young man in front of him who looked indifferent but whose lips and face revealed an aura of death, he struggled to stand up or stand upright with his sword.
The heavy rain fell on Zhaixing Mountain, and the ancient stone walls were baptized by the rain. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft