Chapter 27

There was despair.

No matter how gifted Mr. Shen is, as a 17-year-old boy, he has been able to enter the realm of God. Even Shen Mengtian, his ancestor, would never have reached such accomplishments at his age.

But now Mr. Shen's opponent is an old monster who has lived for more than 200 years.

Mr. Wujian broke through the tenth level of martial arts by virtue of his blood exchange Qi accumulated for more than 200 years, regardless of the limitations of essence and spirit.

This is cheating!

It's brazen!

The onlookers in the Wulin roared in their hearts, but under the pressure of this desperate sword, they felt their throat was tight and no one could shout out.

Shen Zhenyi frowned.

He slowly tore a piece of cloth from the sleeve he had just cut off, and gently shook in the wind, fluttering.

However, Shen Zhenyi only raised his hand and gently touched the sword with the soft cloth.

Hum -

like the concussion of the Hong Zhong, the cloth strip in Shen Zhenyi's hand didn't turn into powder when it touched the poisoned sword. It stood up flexible and strong, just like the strong grass in the wind, though it was bent but not broken.

He blocked the incomparable body Poison Sword with a piece of cloth!

Their bodies froze, so they kept the same posture. They did not move. Only the body Poison Sword trembled, but the cloth in Shen Zhenyi's hand was still swaying in the wind.

"So soft and so strong!"

Shen Shou yelled with surprise, "this is the highest level in the ten thousand Tibetan sword Scripture of my abandoned sword villa. Even the ancestors can only speculate, but can not achieve it! Third Third, he can do it

The words did not fall, only listen to the hissing sound, Shen Zhenyi cloth split, into thousands of silk flocs, scattered in the wind.

The poisoned sword also rolled back, and Mr. Wujian retreated. He took the sword back to the scabbard, and his face was chilly.

"I can't believe I underestimated you," he sighed

Who would have expected that a mere 17-year-old boy could break through the limit of martial arts in Jiuyou.

"If there is no tenth level of martial arts, what would you talk about cutting off the moon and flying immortals?"

Shen Zhenyi's attitude is very calm, "I didn't bluff last night, but I'm going to kill the moon tonight. Old man, you'd better use your real kung fu. Otherwise, if I use the sword, you will die. "

As soon as he raised his hand, the remaining wadding on his fingertips was flying like dandelion scattered in the wind.

But each silk floc, with a sharp blade general cold kill intention, any silk can easily kill.

"Good, good!"

Mr. Wujian laughed. He put out his hand and wiped the five swords behind him. They all flew out of their scabbards and stood in front of them.

"I have worked hard to prepare for hundreds of years, but I didn't expect to have the opportunity to cut the moon today. How can I let go of it? Even if you are advantaged and can break through the 10th level of martial arts at the age of 17, how can you be an opponent I have accumulated for 200 years? "

"Shen Zhenyi, you should be the master of Jiuyou, but you met me! I can only blame you for your bad luck! I can't blame you for your death today

He suddenly grasped the Bing iron Epee, but the blade cut his palm. He twisted it into two pieces with a click, and it was actually put into his mouth and chewed it. The sound of metal friction and the smell of blood, coupled with the strange and eager look on Mr. Wujian's face, disgusting.

Those present shuddered, and someone exclaimed, "what is he doing? Can't beat the third childe to commit suicide

Even if he is a peerless warrior, he is flesh and blood after all. If he swallows a sharp blade, it is not suicide. What is it?

Even if it is Zen master Liuru, Dianxian, Shen Shou and others are ignorant, but intuition is not a good omen.

"The last step of the secret method of exchanging blood is to swallow the sword."

Shen Zhenyi is well prepared. He shakes his sleeves and looks dignified.

"With this sword swallowing technique, we can gather the essence and spirit of the master to improve our realm and reach beyond the limits of the nine secluded places."

As he spoke, Mr. Wujian had swallowed three swords. His mouth was bloodshot, his eyes were red, but his body had risen by two or three feet. He was originally tall, but now he is more than ten feet tall. He can be called a giant.

This method will have serious sequelae. After today, his practice will retreat greatly, and his body will leave many hidden dangers and hidden injuries. At least it will take several years to recuperate.

But for the present Mr. Wujian, only by surpassing Shen Zhenyi can he consider the future.

"Three childe, hurry up and do it!"

Seeing that the situation was not right, he yelled.

All the experts on the spot could clearly feel the rising momentum of Mr. Wujian. If he doesn't attack at this time, when he really completes the so-called sword swallowing skill, who knows how strong it can be?

If you don't hurry up, when will you wait?

As an admirer of Shen San childe's calm sitting on the Diaoyutai, Dianxian should not play with his heart beat at this time!

Shen Zhenyi smiles and shakes his hand.When the sword swallowing skill is used, the spirits of the slain masters are scattered outside. Even if they do, they will only be obstructed by them, wasting their energy in vain.

At this moment, Mr. Wujian has swallowed all five swords in his mouth.

At last, the white line of his forehead was so long that it was frightening.

The body, which used to look a little thin, is now strong, with arms as thick as a bear's arm. White air from the nose, like a bloodthirsty beast.

His actions and actions are full of strength, as if a single foot can destroy the 300 year old white tower. Even a master like Liuru Chan can't help but cover his ears and show his pain.

What a terrible force.

However, Shen Zhenyi is still indifferent.

"It's still unbalanced."

Because it is not the power of self-cultivation, the balance of essence, Qi and spirit is far from being achieved. Although the pure power promotion has terrible power, it is not enough to fear.

He pushed the wheelchair away and slowly stood up on the top of the white tower.

"Three childe!"

"Third! Is your leg ready? "

"Master!"

All the onlookers under the white tower screamed in desperation. Unexpectedly, Shen Zhenyi, who was judged by the miracle doctor Fu Zitong that his meridians were cut off and could not stand up, actually created a miracle!

Before that, he was defeated by sitting in a wheelchair, but people still thought he was bad at his job!

Fu Zitong widened his eyes, coughing and exclaiming.

"Three childe This is to support the body with sword spirit! This What perseverance is that? "

After his martial arts were abolished by Shen Zhenyi, the miracle doctor Fu Zitong did not leave the abandoned sword villa. Instead, he was able to leave all his burdens and become a pure doctor. He did not mean to resent Shen Zhenyi, but only appreciated his kindness.

Now others can't see it, but Fu Zi tong can see it clearly.

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