Chapter 808 Infinity
Zhao Hao can’t use a sword.
The only thing he has learned is Qinggong and kicking skills. Swordsmanship is completely blank to him.
Therefore, when he faced his father, his sword-swinging movements were similar to those of a young child wielding a wooden sword.
But King Xishuo... was forced to retreat step by step!
With a sullen face and a bit of surprise in his eyes, he held the scabbard of the King's Sword in front of him, but he still kept retreating!
The ceremonial sword never swung out sword energy and sword light, but when Zhao Hao swung it, the inexplicable power could always surge away like a mountain or a sea, knocking back King Xishuo!
King Xishuo was able to barely offset most of the power with the scabbard of the royal sword in his hand, but despite this, the white mist on his body had begun to dissipate.
“Be careful!”
He finally couldn’t hold it back and said in a deep voice: “I gave you the gift sword for your father, not for you to use it against your own father!”
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"I know, I know!"
Zhao Hao gritted his teeth, swung his sword again, and then smiled miserably: "You are telling me that I can't resist anyway, why not think about you as a father? Well - since you have the scabbard, you might as well use the ceremonial sword to win over my somewhat useful son, right!"
After that, he swung the sword hard again!
The power of this sword was extremely powerful. Not only did it disperse the white mist from King Xishuo's body, causing him to stagger back, but it even knocked out those subordinates behind him who were surrounded by blood and in great pain. They were all shocked and fell down.
All the blood on their bodies was wiped away by this sword, as well as the bloodshot eyes in their eyes. Their madness disappeared one by one, and they lost consciousness and fell to the ground.
After King Xishuo took several steps back, his breathing finally became heavier.
"Shen Zhi..."
He slowly raised his head and said in a deep voice: "My father was wrong before. You... are very promising."
Speak Suddenly, the Buddhist robe lining his inner body began to emit a soft white light, and the white mist that had been dispersed on his body also condensed again.
Zhao Hao sneered: "What's the point of talking about this now! All your men have fallen. Come on, father!"
After saying that, he stabbed out with his sword again.
King Xishuo had a sullen face, rolled up the scabbard in his hand, and came forward with the ceremonial sword.
The huge force caused him to spurt out a mouthful of blood, but this time he did not retreat. Instead, propelled by the white mist all over his body, he forcibly held the scabbard and rushed forward!
Zhao Hao’s pupils shrank.
He could feel a huge suction coming from the scabbard, trying to suck the ceremonial sword away!
He couldn't let go, but he couldn't resist this force.
Zheng!
A sword cry sounded, and the ceremonial sword penetrated the scabbard of the King's Sword accurately and was firmly sucked by it!
Zhao Hao's eyes widened and he tried his best to draw the sword, but he couldn't pull it out.
King Xishuo smiled coldly.
He didn't say anything, he just held the scabbard and pulled back the scabbard and the ceremonial sword together.
But... it didn't move either.
Zhao Hao suppressed his blush and held the hilt of the ceremonial sword firmly with both hands, refusing to let go.
The sword and the scabbard were locked together, with one person holding the hilt and the other holding the sheath tail, creating a stalemate.
King Xishuo narrowed his eyes.
"Father..."
Zhao Hao gritted his teeth and said: "Let it go! You have taught me so many things, why do you do such a thing!"
"Benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom and trust. "Have you forgotten everything!"
He shouted: "Have you forgotten everything you have taught me!"
King Xishuo said solemnly: "Why?" Of course, my father has not forgotten that the things you do for your father are truly in line with etiquette, emphasizing benevolence and righteousness, and are both loyal and righteous..."
"Fart!"
Zhao Hao interrupted his father with a roar: "You are a rebel now!"
He suddenly raised his leg and was about to go to Xishuo Wang kicked him away. At this moment, a gust of extremely violent wind blew up, blowing both of them away. They had no time to react before they were blown away by the wind.
This gust of wind also blew away the remaining people in the square, and the buildings and walls of Xuanmeng were all torn and collapsed in this violent wind.
Not only that, it even blew into Luoyi City, knocking down a large area of houses and buildings around Xuanmeng.
If the people here had not been evacuated long ago, just this gust of wind could cause countless casualties in the city!
The source of this gust of wind is naturally Fu Qingzhou and Hua Wuying who are fighting fiercely.
In fact, Hua Wuying no longer knew what he was doing.
His mind was half-conscious and his whole body was numb. The movements of swinging the sword were completely subconscious.
No...or rather, it was Yi Jian who was leading him in this battle.
Every time the sword light lights up, every time Fu Qingzhou waves his arm, the whole world seems to tremble slightly.
No one of them can hurt anyone.
The speed of the two of them was getting faster and faster. The straight lines drawn by the sword were densely packed, like a web. They pressed against Fu Qingzhou one by one, but were dissolved by the invisible force.
Fu Qingzhou's hand waved into an afterimage, and the stars in his three eyes were dazzlingly bright, but the power that could destroy everything also inexplicably dissipated when he approached Hua Wuying.
The strong wind was not the wind and waves caused by the collision of two people's forces, but the swaying swords, waving hands, and the natural strong wind!
In this strong wind, Hui Jue and Jiang Baichuan, who were half-dead, had to hide their faces and retreat into the ruins.
However, Hui Jue was still smiling, but Jiang Baichuan's eyes were extremely solemn.
So, when Hua Wuying was almost exhausted again, he suddenly heard a voice.
“The spirit is clear, the changes are impermanent, the mind moves the world, the shadow of the sword is virtual and real, the chaos breeds the sharp edge, the charm is contained in the heavens!”
He was startled and barely woke up from his groggy state.
Is this... Jiang Baichuan's voice? !
Before he could react, the voice continued to read again.
"At the beginning of chaos, when the mind moves, the stars shift, and when the energy moves, the rivers flow backwards. With one thought, ten thousand swords belong to me!"
Hua Wuying's mind suddenly exploded. .
He didn't know what it was, but he knew that this thing... was related to the knowledge of swords and skills.
Even, it is very likely that Jiang Baichuan realized the higher swordsmanship after breaking through the strange "me-only" state.
Want to use it?
Don’t use it?
If not...
Hua Wuying looked at Fu Qingzhou, who looked a few steps in front of him and looked almost inhuman.
He gritted his teeth and yelled: "Read faster!"
In the ruins, Jiang Baichuan smiled tiredly and sped up his thoughts: "It means the fetal breath of the universe, integrating with creation. Cardinal, you can see the vastness in the dust, and realize eternity in a moment..."
Not far away, Huijue stopped smiling.
He turned his head and glanced at Jiang Baichuan, as if he wanted to do something.
But in the end, he just lowered his eyes and said to himself: "That's it... now that the matter is over, everything the Buddha has experienced is God's will." Entering Hua Wuying's mind, his sword became harder and faster.
Finally, those thousands of straight lines suddenly shrank into a point after being piled up to the limit.
It rotated, condensed, and finally stopped in front of Fu Qingzhou.
Fu Qingzhou's three eyes stared at it at the same time, his body froze and his arms stopped waving.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still.
Then, like a new world blooming, that point released endless light and illuminated everything.
(End of this chapter)