Peerless martial arts system

Chapter 493 The First Talented Swordsman in Shuncheon
"Is this the realm of the Heavenly Sword?"

After completely letting go, Shi Xiaole felt a burst of heartfelt joy.

His mind and sword posture seem to have formed a close connection with the heaven and the earth. With one move of hand, one throw of foot, he can form a sword attack, as simple as breathing, which has become his instinct.

Shi Xiaole is sure that when he uses the same swordsmanship at this moment, the power will be far greater than before, as for the specific difference, he will have to try it to know.

Hundreds of swords sounded together, clanging, and countless sword qi intertwined, causing the space formed by the surrounding ships and Liuli Xiantai to become extremely sharp.The wind on the surface of the river blew across the cheeks, like a sharp knife cutting the face, making the skin throbbing.

The noise, the sound of discussion, disappeared at some point, and the only thing left was the sound of heavy breathing.

"The sword merges with the heaven and the earth, and the Qi sword merges into one. This, this, is this..."

The celebrities stood up together, some stared wide-eyed, some grabbed their beards vigorously, and some overturned the wine on the table, but they didn't realize it.

They are used to wind and rain, and they have seen countless people, and few things can move them.And today's gaffe like this shows how much impact he has received in his heart.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Liang Shuhao yelled, his face changed rapidly.

He is not a swordsman, but he also knows what the scene at this moment represents, but it is precisely this that makes him unacceptable.

This is the realm of the legendary Heavenly Sword, and none of the millions of swordsmen can comprehend it.

Even Longyang Jianzun, who is known as the head of the three major swordsmen in Shuntiandu, only stepped into this realm at the age of 39, and this has already broken the record of Shuntiandu swordsmen.

Shi Xiaole is only young, he looks at most sixteen or seventeen years old, excluding the influence of his cultivation base on his appearance, the other party is at most about 25 years old.

A 25-year-old young man has comprehended the realm of the Heavenly Sword. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would not believe that Liang Shuhao's head was cut off.

"I thought Li Zifeng was the number one swordsman in Shuntiandu, but I was wrong, a big mistake."

Ai Wenqian's eyes glowed strangely, and her breathing was slightly chaotic.

She has never claimed to be a swordsman, but in her heart, she is inevitably proud of her past achievements. Now, these prides are ruthlessly crushed and scattered.

With such a peer in front of him, who is a young swordsman in Shuntiandu, who is qualified to be proud?
Li Zifeng grasped the hilt of the sword, and with a little effort, put the unsheathed long sword back into the sheath just now, his lips moved, and the knuckles holding the sword were faintly white.

At this moment, in the Immortal Gorge, all eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet, firmly stuck to the slender and tall figure in the green shirt on the Xiantai, even Yu Wencang, who had always been domineering and looked down on his peers, was ignored.

"A born swordsman!"

"Once in a hundred years, no, this is a sword genius who happens once in a thousand years. Like the three great geniuses three years ago, he was born out of nowhere, and he is destined to shake the world and become famous all over the world!"

"As soon as Shi Xiaole comes out, I'm afraid no one in the world will talk about Li Zifeng anymore. He is truly the number one young swordsman in Shuntiandu, with such aptitude and strength."

Shi Xiaole, who has not exposed the realm of the Heavenly Sword, is almost half as powerful as Li Zifeng. Once the realm of the Heavenly Sword is activated, everyone can hardly imagine what level Shi Xiaole's strength will reach.

Yu Wencang's eagle-like eyes suddenly shrank, and the muscles of his entire face were twitching non-stop.He thought he was sure of winning, but he didn't expect that the other party had hidden a hole card that was even more shocking than him.

"What about the realm of the Heavenly Sword? I want to try it, how sharp your sword is."

Taking out a pair of black silk gloves from his bosom and putting them on, Yu Wencang's whole body was full of evil spirits and cold.

This is the power of Lu Zixiong's mobilization of the Tianyuanhui. The low-grade spiritual soldiers he found for Yu Wencang are called Shashen Gloves. After wearing them, they can increase their attack power by [-]% to [-]%.

The Linjiang Immortal Association does not limit weapons, after all weapons are also part of strength.For example, Shi Xiaole's Zangfeng Sword is also a low-grade spirit sword.

"Six suns touch the sky!"

With a violent roar, many people who have seen Yu Wencang have never seen him so crazy. His arms swelled more than a circle, with veins popping out on the surface, intertwined with each other, like the thick roots of a tree trunk.

The moment he charged up, the veins and the muscles in his arms trembled violently, and three golden elliptical balls of light with a length of three feet burst out from each of his arms, drawing six twisted avenues of golden light in the air.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
The six elliptical light spheres, like a spiral staircase, rotate around the most central point, forming a golden giant sphere with a diameter of three feet in an instant, and suddenly pressed towards Shi Xiaole.

Ouch!
The golden light shone in all directions, piercing the Liulixiantai Caves with various openings, large or small.

The river water in the opening squeezed upwards, and immediately exploded into fan-shaped water mist, which spread extremely quickly and made a puffing sound. Every trace could penetrate the body of an ordinary person, but it was as gorgeous as countless stage lights.

Just looking at this blow, Yu Wencang's strength has surpassed Li Zifeng and Ai Wenqian, and he can be called the number one master since the beginning of the Fairy Club.

His body shuttled through the fan-shaped water mist, holding the sword in his right hand, Shi Xiaole held it high to the sky, and swept out with a light stroke of the sword.

It is also the thirteenth style of Qingfeng, the cyan sword light is compressed into a very thin silk thread, and it flashes across the golden light ball in midair.

Keng!
Crunch!

Amidst the weird cutting sound, the golden ball of light was cut by a third. It was slightly blocked, but it was closed immediately, and it struck down with a more violent attack.

The grade of Qingfeng Thirteen Forms is too low after all, and being able to slightly block the Yangyang Fist is enough to show the terrifying realm of the Heavenly Sword.

"Hahaha, what Heavenly Sword Realm, defeat me!"

The human fist is united, Yu Wencang is condescending, his eagle eyes are piercing, and there is a clear look of violence and ferocity on his face.After three years of painstaking efforts and painstaking efforts, he will never allow himself to lose to any of his peers again!

"not that simple."

With a serious expression on his face, Shi Xiaole shook his head in his heart.

The next moment, countless wind swords suddenly appeared around the golden ball of light from scratch, shooting fiercely, piercing countless ripples on the surface of the golden ball.The power of each wind sword may not be strong, but there are too many of them. In less than a blink of an eye, they have attacked hundreds of times.

"As expected of the realm of the legendary Heavenly Sword, the sword can arouse the sword energy, and the wind can also arouse the sword energy. Every move is full of sword energy. At this moment, Shi Xiaole, you never know when he will unleash the sword, because a Eyebrow, a wave of your hand could be a sword attack!"

A young swordsman's hands trembled, envy, admiration, and even admiration flashed across his face, and finally, deep longing.

As a swordsman, who doesn't want to achieve this state, to make all things be driven by the sword in the hand, how pleasant and neat is this?
However, most people, throughout their lives, can only realize it in their dreams.

Under the stabbing of countless sword qi, when the golden light ball rushed to the position where Shi Xiaole was standing, its power was only less than [-]%, and it was split by his sword.

Yu Wencang on the opposite side wanted to take the opportunity to attack, but in the end, countless sword qi appeared in front of him, blocking his way, causing him to miss the opportunity.

"Damn!"

Yu Wencang was furious, and the veins on his forehead twitched violently.

He finally understood the difficulty of the Heavenly Sword realm. Facing swordsmen of this realm, unless it is absolutely crushing, it is extremely difficult to defeat them, because you can't catch any flaws.

On the contrary, once there is a flaw in him, he will be used immediately, and he will be at a disadvantage.

Sure enough, in the following time, the battle situation began to show a one-sided trend.

Under Shi Xiaole's all-pervasive and all-pervasive attack, no matter how powerful Yu Wencang was, he would inevitably expose his flaws. After several times in a row, his clothes were pierced with many holes, his body was even more bloody, and his aura gradually weakened.

"Shi Xiaole, you forced me to do this."

His eyes were red, and Yu Wencang was so ashamed and angry that he was so angry that under his full agitation, traces of blood red appeared on the surface of his right arm. Looking carefully, it was clearly blood spots showing through the pores.

There are nine moves in Yangyangquan, but so far, Yu Wencang has only practiced the seventh move, and this move is so powerful that he can only perform it twice in a day.

Unable to attack for a long time, Yu Wencang decided to use this ultimate hole card desperately.

"Seven suns shine in the sky!"

Six rounds of golden light spheres surround Yuwen Cang's burly body, and he himself emits a brilliant golden light, penetrating the sky above Xiantai, becoming the seventh largest scorching sun.

Rumble!
A piece of golden light spread out, stretching forward and backward respectively, rushing out of the north and south directions of Xianren Gorge, like a thousand-meter light bridge over the Linjiang River, mysterious and magnificent.

Even everyone in the Immortal Viewing Pagoda was silent at the moment, awed by Yu Wencang's erupting strength.

The golden light coercion rolled down, making Shi Xiaole's pores tense, and the sword energy on his body resisted the coercion, making a strange puffing sound.And the Liuli Xiantai under his feet could no longer bear this force, and began to crack inch by inch.

In the realm of Heavenly Sword, you can do whatever you want, but the price is that every time you send out a sword qi attack, the stellar qi in Shi Xiaole's body will be reduced by a part, and now, only half of the stellar qi is left.

Shi Xiaole knew very well that the battle had reached the most critical moment.He quickly raised his left hand and clicked dozens of times in an instant.

At the same time, in Xianren Gorge and Guanxian Pagoda, countless people from all walks of life were shocked to find that a tornado tens of meters high and composed of countless blue sword qi rushed towards the golden light bridge with the momentum of a mountain roar and a tsunami.

As soon as the two sides came into contact, there was an earth-shattering explosion sound, and the Liuli Xiantai completely collapsed, blasting into a sky filled with stones.

The water near the river at the bottom was also like a tsunami raging, rushing up nearly a hundred meters high, and was cut into dozens of hundreds of parts by the sword energy. In the sound of 嗙嗙, it seemed to be pouring rain, and it turbulently spread in all directions, making the whole The surface of the river was turbulent, and countless white foams rolled out.

The boats in Xianren Gorge shook violently, as if they would be capsized by the water at any moment.

In the rain and fog that filled the sky, an extremely brilliant sword light rushed in from the weak point of the golden light bridge along the gap opened by the sword energy, like a furious blow from the god of thunder descending from the sky.

This sword does not change, but it is better than thousands of changes. No one can describe its brilliance, and no one can describe its speed.

With a sword coming from the west, the immortals fly from the sky!

snorted.

Shi Xiaole put the sword back into its sheath, and stood on the river with both feet.

Behind him, the scorching sun and golden light blasted the surface of Linjiang into a depression, and a puff of blood accompanied by a figure fell into the surging water at the same time.

(End of this chapter)