Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 580 Is it finally a poor donkey?
Looking at the trajectory of the flying sword in the air, the hearts of many cultivators present couldn't help trembling.

I just feel that if I face this sword, I am afraid that there will be no chance of surviving.

Even Wen Huazi, a master swordsman, couldn't help but become more serious after seeing this sword.

Many people have never understood where Sang Xiaoman's uncompromising confidence is after facing so many masters, but when they saw Zhao Xuanjun's sword, they began to rejoice that they were not involved in this battle .

Obviously, if ordinary cultivators were involved in the battle between cultivators of this level, they would only be reduced to cannon fodder.

But the "Congenital Fengyun Talisman" owned by Egg Zhenghao is not a vulgar thing.

Although the flying sword was as fast as lightning, but when it got closer to the talisman, a cloud of mist transformed from water vapor blocked the flying sword.

It's just that the two didn't stand in a stalemate for a long time. Following the "dang" sound of the sword, wisps of red flames spread out from the center of the flying sword Chihong like flowers blooming suddenly.

The surface of the lake, which was still a bit cold at first, suddenly became scorching hot like summer, and even the Wuyun Tower, which was far away, could clearly feel the heat wave.

"It turned out to be a fairy sword with spiritual consciousness."

Xie Xuanchen sighed with some eagerness.

And while speaking, Chi Hong directly pierced through the cloud of smoke.

But at the same moment, the five spirit patterns of the Innate Wind and Cloud Talisman exploded together, and a violent cyclone suddenly rose up, sucking most of the water in Jingxin Lake, forming a huge waterspout above Jingxin's confused sky.

However, the water vapor above the waterspout turned into black clouds all over the sky. For a while, the wind and clouds surged over the ancestral hall and covered the sky, and the powerful cyclone directly blocked the flying sword and Chihong, making it impossible to advance.

"it is good!"

Upstairs in Wuyun Tower, the disciples of Hezimai, especially those of Sang Wuyin, all gave out a burst of applause.

"With such power, this innate wind and cloud talisman is no longer a fifth-grade talisman, right?"

Xie Xuanchen, the owner of Tongyou Pavilion, said with emotion.

To be honest, if he hadn't seen it with blue eyes today, he really never thought that the talisman could be used like this. Before that, the talisman could only be regarded as a kind of "hidden weapon" in his eyes.

"A talisman is originally an artifact of heaven and earth, and if it can be skillfully borrowed from the right time and place, its power will naturally be greater."

Zhang Wuji said calmly.

In terms of knowledge, among the people present, only Wen Huazi was similar to him.

"The talisman master of the Sang family is not only able to draw talismans, but also has much more insight into the use of talismans than those of the Shizhou cultivators. If this talisman is placed on the sea, it may be enough to overturn a fleet of ships."

Wen Huazi nodded in approval.

"That being said, I think that Zhao Xuanjun still has some strength left. As long as the stalemate persists, the power of this talisman will definitely be greatly reduced. At that time, won't this talisman break without attack?"

Xie Xuanchen was puzzled.

"Thank you brother, you are wrong."

Wen Huazi shook his head with a smile.

"Unless you have the strength to directly destroy this Innate Wind and Cloud Talisman, the more you stand still, the worse it will be for you. Look at the black cloud above your head, isn't it bigger than it was just now?"

He pointed to the dark clouds overhead.

Xie Xuanchen looked up and found that, as Wen Huazi said, the clouds over the waterspout were a circle larger than it was, and it was about to exceed the scope of this ancestral hall.

And the waterspout below the clouds became stronger and stronger, and the huge Jingxin Lake was raging with strong winds. If it weren't for the formation guarding the ancestral hall, the surrounding houses would have been overturned.

"With Jingxin Lake as an introduction, if you let it go, the power of this Innate Wind and Cloud Talisman will only grow stronger."

Wen Huazi added.

Although special formations were arranged around Jingxin Lake, gusts of wind still swayed the doors and windows of Wuyun Tower.

"If this kind of talisman is used in normal fights, you can completely avoid him. No matter how powerful it is, it can't hurt you. But this alchemy book is better than dismantling talismans. Zhao Xuanjun is not very proficient in talismans. I'm afraid he's going to lose."

Zhang Wuji took a sip of tea and said firmly.

But as if to reply to his words, another sword cry rose into the sky from the resting platform in the middle of the lake.

In Zhao Xuanjun's sword box, a flying sword flew past their eyes like a stream of light again and shot towards the waterspout.

"Can you still control the second flying sword?!"

Zhang Wuji's face was livid.

Yujian swordsmanship has extremely strict requirements on the true energy and soul of the cultivator. It is quite remarkable for ordinary cultivators to be able to flexibly control one flying sword after decades of practice. See you more.

"He is a good seedling who practices swords, and he is worthy of being a swordsman who came out of Qiushui."

Wen Huazi was also a swordsman, seeing Zhao Xuanjun's skill in controlling the sword, he couldn't help feeling sorry for him.

It was just that he sighed with emotion just now, and another crisp sound of sword cries sounded.

I saw the third flying sword flying from Zhao Xuanjun's sword box, the long sword drew a beautiful trajectory in the air and circled to the back of the waterspout, and with a "boom", the sword pierced in.

Controlling three flying swords at the same time, not only Wen Huazi and the others, but even Sang Wuyin turned pale. He knew that Zhao Xuanjun was very, very strong, but he never thought that he was so strong.

"If it's not breaking the talisman at this moment, but fighting head-on, I'm afraid that Egg Zhenghao has already fallen."

Although Zhang Wuji's face was livid, he still sighed sincerely.

"First there was Qiu Shui's remnant, and now there is Zhao Xuanjun. Are Qiu Shui's sword cultivators really so terrible?"

Xie Xuanchen also completely put away his contempt at this time.

"Qiu Shui's sword repair may be more terrifying than you imagined."

Wen Huazi fixed his gaze on Zhao Xuanjun who was standing on the platform. Although he appeared calm on the surface, the hand holding the sword trembled unconsciously.

This trembling was not because of fear, but because he was excited because he finally found an opponent who could take his kendo a step further.

And look at Jingxin Lake.

As the two flying swords pierced in one after another, the huge waterspout shook violently in the air like a giant snake that had been stabbed, and the water in Jingxin Lake also rolled with waves.

However, the waterspout persisted after all and did not collapse.

The hearts of Sang Wuyin's disciples finally fell.

"Is it because the donkey is at the end of its rope?"

Someone on the Wuyun Tower sneered and said contemptuously.

Afterwards, many of Sang Wuyin's disciples also laughed.

But before they closed their long mouths when they laughed, a sword cry sounded like a "death talisman" one after another.

"and also?!"

Wen Huazi, Zhang Wuji and others stood up in surprise.

　Something unexpected happened, I'm sorry it's so late, there are always a lot of things at the end of the year.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)