Chapter 672 Wuming: Are you using Sword Twenty-Three for fun?
"The Heavenly Sword is the Heavenly Sword!"
"The power of the Heavenly Sword is so terrifying..."
"It is truly a martial arts myth."
"..."
The crowd was talking a lot, and the big furniture clenched their weapons.
At the same time, Wuming pointed his sword forward with both hands, and more than twenty sword energy burst out, like a rain curtain coming across, stabbing Chu Pingsheng with murderous intent and roaring sound.
In the eyes of ordinary people, Wuming just stabbed with his sword, but the fact is that he stabbed many times, but the speed was too fast for ordinary people to react.
Jian Chen knew that his master had already used the invisible way in the Supreme Sword Way.
On the other side, facing the overwhelming sword energy, Chu Pingsheng suddenly raised his hands, and a vitality shield shining with blue light spread out around him, protecting his whole body, and the nameless sword energy poked on it, splashing. There were circles of water-like horizontal lines, but it was impossible to break them.
Bu Jingyun looked confused and thought to himself, isn't this Xiongba's three-point return vitality shield? Why did Chu Pingsheng even copy this thing?
When he stole the Wushuang Sword to assassinate Xiong Ba and used the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, Xiong Ba used this technique to neutralize his sword energy.
Little did he know that Chu Pingsheng's three-point vitality-returning shield was actually a combination of the natural magic field and three-point vitality-returning energy. The effect was more than Xiongba's three-point vitality returning shield.
Wuming saw that all the invisible ways were blocked by his opponents. He swung his robe and jumped up. He was in the air and kept giving pointers. His sword energy brought a cold air that could freeze people, whizzing down, and Chu Pingsheng's vitality came down. When the shield came into contact, a layer of white frost spread out on the surface, and the broken sword energy turned into ice edges that suddenly stabbed outward. From a distance, the energy shield almost turned into a hedgehog.
Frost and cold are spreading, and winter has entered. Among the onlookers around, those with advanced skills can still hold on, while those with less skills have begun to retreat to avoid the aftermath of the fight between the two.
"Look, it's frozen, it's frozen."
Following the whirring sound, Monk Buxu and Bu Jingyun carefully distinguished it, and sure enough they saw that the three-point return vitality shield like water waves had lost its activity, and there was no more water flowing.
The nameless Frost Sword Qi can actually freeze the Gang Qi shield, it's so powerful! Bu Jingyun felt that even if he practiced for another twenty years, he would not be his opponent.
"This is..."
At this time, the situation in the field changed again. Wuming used the ruthless way to freeze three points and return to the vitality shield. Suddenly, he made a swipe of his sword, his body whirled sharply, and stabbed the frozen opponent. A swordsman master on the scene recognized this move. The origin of.
"Eighteen Swords!"
Jian Chen glanced at the man and said nothing, thinking that Jian Shiba was ignorant and ignorant. It was obviously the selfless way in the Supreme Sword Way.
Sure enough, the unknown figure was in mid-air, but his figure was swaying slightly, and he turned into several phantoms in an instant. Each phantom was a Qi-condensed sword, each performing a Holy Spirit sword technique.
Sword nine.
Ten of Swords.
Sword seventeen.
Three of Swords.
……
It can be said that the eyes were dazzled, but Wuming's true body disappeared.
The vitality shield was sealed, and more than ten attacks came. Everyone was sweating for Chu Pingsheng.
Just when the swords in the hands of multiple nameless phantoms were about to penetrate the three-point return energy shield, a sudden change occurred. The shield frozen by the frost-cold sword energy suddenly exploded, turning into countless broken crystals and shooting outwards. , the crazy sound could be heard endlessly, everyone watching the battle was horrified, and they hurriedly used their weapons to block it.
It's just that when those ice crystals come into contact with the sword blade or palm force, they turn into puffs of flying smoke and dissipate, and cannot really hurt anyone. This shows how meticulously Wuming controls the sword energy.
However, everyone did not have much time to be shocked and digest this scene. The strong wind that followed hit the clothes, and actually pushed the monk beside Fulu away, and fell heavily on the steps of the Main Hall. Among the people watching the battle opposite, some martial arts Bad experiences are equally bad Luck, even masters like Bu Jingyun and Jian Chen had to curl up to reduce wind resistance and use all their strength to resist. As for what was going on in the middle of the battlefield, they could only vaguely see those phantoms stopped, seemingly fighting against this wave. A sudden burst of violent winds.
No...that's not right.
Bu Jingyun was startled, and was about to deny his initial idea. Then, he found that his body encountered great resistance, and the movements of the human body and the flow of infuriating energy were several times slower than usual.
This is...the ultimate killing move of the Sword Master.
Sword twenty-three!
Chu Pingsheng actually used Sword Twenty-Three! He doesn't want his life?
Even without the suppression of Jianxin Hell, the onlookers would not have made any unnecessary movements or sounds at this moment, because there were rumors in the world that Sword Twenty-Three was defective, and a single use of it would consume a lot of soul, and the Juggernaut would not see it after he left the Tianxia Meeting. Have you been in retreat?
At the same time, in the rapidly dissipating wind, the golden soul rose into the sky. With a move of his hand, the sword shadows scattered around behind him fell into his palm. He stabbed forward and used Jian Jiu's power. The nameless phantom was shattered. He waved again and took the second sword shadow. He stabbed forward again and used Sword Three to shatter the nameless phantom.
Then there is the nameless phantom of Sword Ten.
The nameless phantom of Jian Jiu.
Wuming, who was trapped in the Hell of the Sword Heart, was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. One sword after another, he destroyed the selfless path of the supreme sword intention.
Jian Chen and Bu Jingyun, who were standing in the distance, could still move and struggle, but Wuming... remained motionless, and in the end, only the phantom of Sword Twenty-One was left.
It's not a phantom, it's the real thing.
At this moment, a sword intent suddenly rose into the sky, and then quickly faded away, seeming to be integrated with the heaven and earth. In the eyes of Jian Chen and Bu Jingyun, the nameless figure made waves-like lines, and actually changed. Light, faded trend.
This scene is awkward.
The one in front of him, Fuxu, had a clear look and understood Wuming's plan.
People can see their opponents because they have eyes, but how does the soul distinguish things? Inductive power, if you integrate yourself into the world, can you still sense it? Wuming has advanced to the Heavenly Sword Realm. With the sky as his sword, he is the sword and the sky. Is it difficult to integrate into the heaven and earth?
As he expected, this was Wuming's plan, and Chu Pingsheng's movements indeed stopped, as if he was at a loss and couldn't find where the enemy was.
Just when the scene was in a confrontation and he was thinking about how to break through the Kenshin Hell, the forehead of the golden figure suddenly lit up with a green-red luster, like two colorful ropes entwined. The confrontation broke down instantly, and the golden soul that could not see him just now quickly approached and pointed at his chest.
The sword energy wrapped in the sword intent of extinction entered the body, and the meridians throughout Wuming's body felt like they were being cut by knives.
Even if he is a martial arts legend and is known as the Heavenly Sword, he still cannot stand the demonic sword that destroys everything before him.
Jian Chen was shocked and turned pale, shouting "Master" wildly, drawing his sword in his hand, ready to attack Chu Pingsheng's body.
What is right, what is a gentleman, what is chivalrous, all were thrown away by him at this moment.
Bu Jingyun thought about Chu Pingsheng's kindness in giving him the sword, how could he let him succeed, and hurriedly raised the Fire Lin Sword to stop him.
Because of the suppression of Kenshin Hell, both of them moved very slowly.
"Hahahaha, hahahaha... Such a good opportunity finally came to me."
A powerful, sky-piercing, cloud-piercing sound resounded through the temple. A man suddenly jumped up from the back of the spectators. Two sounds of tearing cloth were heard. The cloak covering his body exploded and scattered. A man with a slender face and a mustache was heard. The hair is thick and the heaven is extremely open. A muscular man wearing leather armor and leather trousers appears in his true form and punches Chu Pingsheng, who has left his body.
No one knew where the person who launched the surprise attack came from, but judging from the fact that he was much faster than the others, he must be a top martial arts master, no less unknown.
"Jue Wushen, you really won't let go of this good opportunity to get rid of a serious problem in your heart."
At the critical moment, the golden figure who had stabbed Wuming in the chest turned around, with a flash of light and shadow, and pierced his body as fast as lightning.
Chu Pingsheng's twenty-three swords can actually be released and retracted?
The seriously injured Wuming was stunned. As the sword heart hell collapsed, he also fell from the air. At this time, a sword energy passed by, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a man with white hair and holding two swords attacking him. Profile.
"Po Jun?!"
On the other side, Chu Pingsheng, whose soul had returned to his original position, did not even need to wake up. He opened his eyes directly, raised his right hand, and used the space-sealing technique of the Heavenly Dao Technique.
The aftermath of Sword Heart Hell was superimposed on Tian Daodao, and the speed of the killing fist dropped sharply. At this time, Chu Pingsheng's left sword finger stabbed Jue Wushen's chest.
"Do you think I will be like Wuming?"
Accompanied by a Jie Jie shout, Jue Wu Shen stepped forward with a step, his killing fist exhausted, and his immortal golden body activated.
With his next breath, a scene that terrified him appeared.
The sword finger of Chu Pingsheng's left hand shot out a green and red spiral sword that advanced in a spiral direction. It penetrated his armpit from the bottom of the forbidden killing fist of his right hand, which was also the shield of the immortal golden body.
How did he know?
How did he know? !
"Ah..."
Jue Wushen let out a roar of pain, his true energy was exhausted, and his immortal golden body was broken.
Chu Pingsheng removed Tian Daodao, turned his palms into claws, grabbed it, pressed it on Jue Wushen's head, twisted his fingers again, and poof, it exploded like a watermelon.
"Dad!"
At this time, there was an exclamation from the audience, and a young man in a gray cloak rushed into the battlefield, while the man beside him chose to retreat quickly.
"You've come, just stay."
Chu Pingsheng's figure suddenly disappeared.
Seeing Jue Wushen dying in battle, Jue Xin was about to escape but his eyes were blurred when a cold palm struck towards his face. How dare he take it? He quickly dodged to avoid it. Unexpectedly, he turned his palm half a circle and struck. On his back, he suddenly spit out blood and threw himself on the street, chasing after his father.
The onlookers around were so frightened that they backed away. Some of the elders' expressions changed drastically when they heard the name "Jue Wu Shen". They recalled how Wu Ming became a martial arts legend many years ago, when he defeated the Japanese Wu Shen Jue Palace alone outside Shanhaiguan. Unexpectedly, This group of people are determined to cause trouble to China again.
"No, you said it, you said you would not kill my master."
A hysterical shout woke Jianghu Ke who was looking at the corpses of Jue Wushen and Jue Xin. When he turned around to look, the nameless severed arm was spinning and falling to the ground.
On the opposite side, Po Jun, who was wearing brown leather armor and a sword belt, looked at Wuming who was kneeling on one knee and covering the wound on his right shoulder with a smile.
"Although doing this is a bit futile, but Wuming, our grudge has dragged on for many years, and it's time to settle it."
"No...why are you doing this?" Jian Chen, who had just been injured by him, was crying and howling behind him.
Po Jun was upset when he heard this and glared coldly: "Jue Wushen promised you to let Wuming go, but I didn't agree."
Wuming was seriously injured when fighting Chu Pingsheng, so he was naturally not Pojun's opponent. He had just had his arm broken off, but he didn't even utter a sound, but looked at his disciple with furrowed eyebrows.
"What's going on?"
"Let me tell you."
Chu Pingsheng jumped slightly and returned to the battlefield.
(End of chapter)