I don't know when, the sky is full of sword dust-free figure. Every time he makes an attack, a shadow will be left on the void.

Those figures, it seems, are all virtual shadows. Now all these virtual shadows are moving, and they even produce swords at the same time. The sword light trembles and divides the world into one piece and another.

"Die, this is my own hundred turn thousand kill skills, every shadow, all retain my power of a blow, how do you resist?" Sword dust-free, cold voice.

Everyone was shocked. The sword was dust-free. No wonder he was called peerless Tianjiao. His talent in kendo was too strong. Now he created all the terrible tricks.

You should know that when every practitioner starts, he steps on the footprints of his predecessors and practices step by step.

Therefore, the impact is particularly great. Most people practice the skills of their predecessors in silence. They don't want to innovate, but they are too difficult.

Time flows, history does not know how many peerless Tianjiao, but how many people can create their own powerful skills?

Even if created, how many can be recognized by the world, and finally handed down?

On the one hand, it is because the creation method is too difficult. Many people say that creation, but also learn too much from others. Most of them are drawing tigers without becoming anti dogs. They can't stand the baptism of time and disappear into the long history.

However, all the moves displayed by Jian Wuchen are terrifying and boundless. Any move can be recorded in history.

In particular, the other self-made moves, each strike will leave a real mark on the void, not only attacking the enemy, but also retaining 60% of the original combat power.

Now these hundreds of virtual shadows attack at the same time, and the power is many times more than his own combat effectiveness. This kind of skill is no longer a common skill, it can be called Treasure art, and even in treasure art, it is quite powerful.

Looking at the sword light road, void broken, mercilessly cut to Yue Zifeng, Mo read face slightly changed: "Zifeng dangerous, do not want to hand."

"No need."

Long Chen only answered, suddenly above the void, an aperture appeared, just like a rotating saw blade zooming in.

"Boom, boom..."

The light and shadow of those swords burst into pieces. Above the void, only Yue Zifeng, whose face was calm, and whose sword was shocked, was dust-free.

"What happened just now?"

"It's too fast to see."

For a while, the people who watched the war looked dull. Before they could see what was going on, Yue Zifeng broke the terrible trick of sword dust-free.

"As I said, your moves are flashy but not practical. There are forms but no gods in empty spaces. You can emphasize your moves without your soul.

The trick without soul is as rigid as a puppet, with flaws all over the body.

It's a very clever technique to use spirit to brand the will to attack in the field.

Unfortunately, you are too self-centered after all. What you brand is your own spirit, not Kendo spirit.

Even with the blessing of visions, your space brand is still in vain. No matter how strong your attack power is, it is still futile if you can't hit people.

The real Kendo, you just appreciate the skin and want to create your own treasure. You are so naive. " Yue Zifeng calmly looked at the sword without dust. The long sword was slowly put back into the scabbard behind his back. It was a light tunnel.

Seeing Yue Zifeng's chatting appearance, long Chen couldn't help laughing. He finally understood why Yue Zifeng, who always did not like to talk, would make such a long speech today.

He wanted to completely break the dust-free confidence of the sword and defeat him from the body to the soul.

In the dragon blood army, all people have a characteristic, that is, they hate betrayal very much, which is the behavior they will never accept.

"If you have only these abilities, I advise you to kill yourself. You are not qualified to let me kill you." Yuezifeng light tunnel.

Yue Zifeng's words moved all the strong people on the scene. Is Yue Zifeng really so tough? Dare to say such a big thing.

"Ignorant idiot, you are too arrogant, today let you pay for your arrogance and ignorance."

The sword Wuchen was angry, and suddenly roared up to the sky, and his long hair and roots were flying. In his eyes, a sword like pattern appeared.

At that moment, his momentum suddenly changed, and he was no longer as vast and calm as before. Now his breath, like a tsunami in the sea, rolled up thousands of miles of waves.

A wave of air swept across all directions, and Jian Wuchen was really angry. Originally, he wanted to kill Yue Zifeng with absolute power, just like a cat playing with a mouse, to prove his strength.

But now he found that the roles had been changed, and he was the one who was being teased. He was even more angry when he saw Yue Zifeng talking and giving advice.

"It turns out that the sword before was dust-free and did not exert all its strength. It's terrible."

Looking at the ancient swords, they are still fearless.

"The magic sword is attached to the body and cuts through the dark. The way of heaven belongs to it. The sword is the only one."Zhao Wuji's voice became hoarse, word by word, as if a bloody oath, his face began to become ferocious, violent breath, like a demon from hell, trying to kill people.

"Hiss"

all of a sudden, Zhao Wuji moved. He didn't see the action clearly. He saw a black sword light falling down.

Yue Zifeng's face was solemn, and he was staring at the sword. When the sword fell, the long sword behind him came out of his body, and a star river light appeared.

"Boom"

the two lights collided, and the sword light of Yue Zifeng was smashed by a blow, and the black sword light was cut down next to Yue Zifeng.

"Boom..."

The earth burst open, the endless mountains burst to pieces, Tianjue valley was actually cut out by a sword a deep ditch, can not see its end.

Around the battlefield, there were countless powerful people watching. As a result, the sword came too suddenly. Within that range, more than a dozen of tianyanren had no time to escape, were killed by one sword, and all disappeared. There was no time to send out a scream. Even the artifacts on their bodies did not leave any fragments.

The sword shocked the whole audience, and countless strong men retreated to the distance. The sword was in a rage. When it broke out, it was not worth it.

"In the face of absolute power, what kind of sword meaning and sword moves are bullshit.

As long as you have absolute power, the sword is just a tool under your control. It's really stupid for you, tianjianmen, to deliberately mythologize the sword.

There must be the most powerful sword moves in the sword God Scripture, but they refuse to take them out. They are all selfish guys.

Today, I'm going to unveil the true face of Tianjian gate. Yue Zifeng, I will send your head back to tianjianmen to let them know that my sword is dust-free, even if there is no sword Divine code, I can still step on the top of kendo. "

The black sword in his hand was cut down again. It seemed like a random strike, but it was accompanied by the law of ten thousand. With the blessing of the vision, the sword that broke out with all strength was as if it was the master of the heaven and earth.

Before he didn't break out with all his strength, the people didn't feel anything. Now, the strong people on the scene finally felt the horror of the supernatural vision.

"Boom"

Yue Zifeng once again avoided a blow, and the earth was torn again. Every blow of the sword without dust was like a mad devil, which could not be resisted.

"Yue Zifeng, aren't you crazy? How can I dare not even take ordinary attacks? You know, I just used all the power of the vision, but I didn't break out unique skills. Can people of Tianjian gate only boast? " The sword was cut continuously and furiously, and the earth was cut into many holes. Yue Zifeng only avoided attacking, so he couldn't help making a mockery.

Yue Zifeng's eyes were cold. He looked at the changes behind the clean sword, and gradually a sneer appeared on his face.

"I don't want to know where your strength comes from.

Now I understand that your vision is an inheritance vision, inherited from the sword demon Wangui Tu 23000 years ago.

I can't imagine that he can't testify to the truth, and his spirit can't be destroyed. He even condensed his soul into a vision of heaven.

In other words, your current strength is inherited from him. It is not your power at all. You are so arrogant and clean with the power of others. You are not a sword cultivator, and the sword repair is not so shameless. " Yue Zifeng sneered.

"Fart, the power I can control is my power."

The sword is clean and angry. It's another sword.

"Since it is the power of others, how can we prove the emperor's words? The sword demon Wangui Tu, even the venerable one has not been certified. Do you want to prove the emperor by inheriting his mantle? It's a big joke.

Now that all the puzzles have been solved, it's time to end our friendship and resentment. Don't you always think that you are at the top of Kendo? Then I'll show you what the real Kendo is. "

Yue Zifeng avoided the dust-free blow of the sword, and suddenly stopped dodging. He held the sword in front of his chest, held the handle of the sword in his hands, and stuck the sword in his eyebrows. His face was solemn.

In the middle of Yue Zifeng's eyebrows, a little Shenhui appeared and poured into the long sword. The sword was nourished by Shenhui, as if it were alive. It even sent out its own soul wave, a holy pressure, and gathered bit by bit.

"Spirit? No, it's not an artifact. " Mo Nian can't help but exclaim that the breath of life in Yue Zifeng's sword is not the fluctuation of the spirit.

"That should be the legendary sword spirit. The so-called sword spirit is not a kind of soul, but a law wandering between heaven and earth.

It is said that he was related to the blessing of the sword God, and he was the spirit of Kendo left by the sword God's family member Gu Jianxiu disciple.

Only when the most devout swordsman highly matches the sword in his hand can he call for the blessing of the sword spirit.

Moreover, the blessing of sword spirit is not permanent, but one-time. There is a certain probability of success, but there is a certain probability of failure. Moreover, the summoned sword spirit is definitely not the same sword spirit.

Of course, all this is just a legend, the specific truth or false, perhaps only Yue Zifeng knows Nangong zuiyue looks at Yue Zifeng, whose face is all sacred and solemn, and says.With the influx of light from yuezifeng's eyebrows, the sword in Yue Zifeng's hand kept shaking, and there was a faint sound of the road spreading out, which was awe inspiring.

"Play the devil and die for me."

The sword Wuchen roared, but in his eyes, with a touch of fear, the black sword in his hand was boundless and cut down at Yue Zifeng.

Originally, Yue Zifeng's eyes closed solemnly opened, and the sword in his hand let out a soft sound. At that moment, Yue Zifeng and his sword became an inseparable subject.

Facing the dust-free sword, Yue Zifeng slowly raised the long sword in his hand and chopped it down:

"let's show you the real kendo."

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