Zhenwu Tianxia: Summon Yuwen Chengdu at the beginning

Chapter 453 Sad Sword Way
"Your sword is strong!"

In the sky above Shenglan Imperial Capital, Sheng Chengkong stared at Wuming in front of him.

Just now, Wuming repelled him with one move and one sword.

That sword was extremely sharp. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he might have been killed by Wuming with just one sword strike.

Wuming held the Hero Sword in his hand and looked at him indifferently.

A gray robe was torn apart by the surging energy.

The battlefield on the ground is limited to the southern area of ​​the Imperial Capital, but the battle in the air has spread to the entire Imperial Capital. Within a range of forty or fifty miles around, there are figures moving and fighting.

With so many Jingzhao Realm experts fighting in one area, the damage caused was extremely horrifying, and the detonating air waves and energy were even more mixed.

The wind howled, the clouds in the sky changed color, and the space was distorted, making it look like the sky was about to collapse.

Sheng Chengkong is very strong. He is not an ordinary fourth-level divine willful person. His cultivation has reached half-step of the divine willful realm, which is almost the limit of the divine willful realm.

And although he practices the blood demon method and the artistic conception he comprehends is also the blood demon artistic conception, he also has considerable attainments in the way of swordsmanship.

It’s not that practitioners cannot cultivate multiple artistic conceptions, it’s just that the absolute majority will not choose to cultivate multiple artistic conceptions.

Because every time you practice a kind of artistic conception, you need to spend a lot of time and energy.

The personal battle is not that the more types of artistic conceptions, the stronger, but mainly based on understanding the deepest artistic conception.

Of course, if you can reach the same level in practicing both artistic conceptions, your combat effectiveness will be even stronger.

But instead of spending time and energy on another artistic conception, it is better to concentrate on one artistic conception in order to reach a higher level.

Sheng Chengkong is different. His blood demon artistic conception has reached the fourth level of the divine artistic conception, and his swordsmanship has reached the level of half-step of the divine artistic conception.

That's right, his cultivation in swordsmanship is higher than his cultivation in Blood Demon Realm.

This should be because the blood demon artistic conception cannot break through to the heavenly artistic conception. In order to break through, he practiced swordsmanship again.

This also proves that his qualifications are outstanding, maybe not much worse than Ji Huang.

"What a pity, you have practiced the Blood Demon Concept!" Wuming suddenly said.

It is indeed a pity. If Sheng Chengkong had not cultivated the Blood Demon Realm, he might have become a strong master of the Heavenly Realm now.

Practicing the Blood Demon Realm only limited his achievements.

This is truly a sad tragedy.

Sheng Chengkong's expression froze, and a flash of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes.

Yes!

This is his own sorrow.

If he was not from the Shenglan royal family, then he would not be able to practice the blood demon method. If he had not practiced the blood demon method, then he would become a strong swordsman, or even a true master of the realm of heaven.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

He had no choice at first, because he was not the one who decided to let the Sheng Lan royal family practice the blood demon method.

But when he was qualified to make a choice, he found that it was too late.

He has no chance to choose again.

By now, he was the real leader of the Shenglan royal family, but he still couldn't make any changes.

The path of the Sheng Lan royal family was destined 300 years ago.

Over the past 300 years, it’s not that no one wants to change all this, but those who want to change have failed.

"Being able to fight with you is a lucky thing for me!"

Sheng Chengkong touched the long sword in his hand with his white-spotted palm.

This was really a lucky thing, because for the first time he felt like a swordsman instead of a blood demon cultist.

Gorefiend cultists!
hehe~~
The old man should have been an unyielding swordsman!
A sense of sadness emerged in Sheng Chengkong.

The next moment, his sword moved.

A sad mood permeated the air.

Wuming was stunned for a moment, and a sad emotion actually arose in his heart.

Sheng Chengkong's artistic conception can actually affect his emotions!
Wuming was surprised, but he quickly came to his senses.

desolate!

The long sword stabs in vain, and the unparalleled sword power comes from the body. The body shape can turn into a puff of green smoke, and the power spreads out in all directions.

Wan Jian returns to his clan, just like a servant meeting his master, like worshiping a god.

Countless sharp swords flew like a storm, flying all over the sky. The swords were as powerful as nets, unparalleled in power.

There are clouds in the sword, and the sword is metaphysical. There is no one in the past, and thousands of swords are admired and worshiped like gods.

Thousands of swords are overwhelming, covering the sky for more than ten miles around.

The power of the sword was like a net. Under the sword net, all the strong men in the Ji Zhao Realm who were fighting were frightened and fled one after another.

Even Ye Gucheng gave up on his opponent and flew out of the range covered by the sword net.

Others didn't know how powerful Wuming was, but he knew it best. Speaking of it, Wuming was still half of his master.

Yu Yunjian, who was in the distance, also had a look of shock in his eyes when he saw the swords all over the sky.

"If I didn't break through, I might not be able to block this move!"

Wuming was still staring at Sheng Chengkong, and his body also exuded a desolate atmosphere, endless sadness, and infinite sadness.

That sadness infected thousands of swords, as if all swords had a sad emotion.

Sheng Chengkong looked at the sad sword edge and was stunned.

Can kendo still be like this?

……

Southeast of the imperial capital.

More than a dozen figures appeared outside the battlefield.

They looked up at the battle in the sky, their eyes filled with shock.

The visitors were none other than Sheng Shi, Mucheng and others.Sheng Shi let out a long sigh, his expression extremely complicated.

In fact, he had been here a long time ago, but he never showed up.

Because he didn't know what kind of attitude he should face this war with.

"There are actually so many strong men in the Western Sea?"

Mucheng said in surprise.

In the eyes of many forces in the central sea area, the western sea area is actually similar to the spiritual wilderness sea area.

There is no heavenly conception, no strong man worthy of praise, and no force worthy of attention.

But the scene before him broke his impression of the western sea.

The battle between Jihuang and Shenghuang was obviously a battle between those who were strong in the Heavenly Realm.

And the aura exuded by Yu Yunjian also proves that he is a strong person in the realm of heaven.

In addition to these three people, although the battle between Wuming and Sheng Chengkong did not reach the level of Tianyijing, it was still worthy of praise.

Not only Wuming, but also the battle between Wu Zheng and Sheng Mingxuan also showed extraordinary strength.

Sheng Mingxuan's strength is second only to Sheng Chengkong among the Shenglan royal family, and Wu Zheng, as the top strongman in Daji Dynasty, his strength is definitely not much worse than Sheng Chengkong.

Such a scene is extremely rare even in the central waters.

Sheng Shi didn't answer Mucheng's question, he just looked at Sheng Chengkong blankly.

"Are you ready to die?"

He murmured quietly.

What he really wanted to prevent was not the demise of the Sheng Lan royal family, but the death of Sheng Chengkong.

Because Sheng Chengkong once told him that if the plan failed, he would choose death.

In the entire royal family, only Sheng Chengkong was his concern.

And he is one of those people in Sheng Chengkong who cannot stop the plan.

In the air, Qin Wei seemed to sense something.

He turned and looked behind him.

"The momentum is coming!"

He was not surprised by Shengshi's arrival. Shengshi had sent him a letter before to come back.

Originally, he wanted Yu Yunjian to watch Sheng Shi to prevent Sheng Shi from doing something he shouldn't do, but as a result, Sheng Shi never showed up, and Yu Yunjian couldn't keep an eye on him.

Looking back at the situation on the battlefield, Qin Wei thought for a moment, turned around, and flew towards the direction of the momentum.

……

The sky above the imperial capital.

The sword net cast by Wuming instantly turned into a rain of swords and poured down.

The sound of whooshing through the air continued one after another, and the sharp sword edge turned into streams of light and shot towards Sheng Chengkong.

Sheng Chengkong's face was solemn, and the long sword in his hand danced. The rich blood energy and the sad sword intention mixed together to form a tornado, facing the rain of swords pouring from top to bottom.

woohoo~~
It was windy and rainy, and the heaven and earth were in chaos, as if a big hole had been poked in the sky.

The atmosphere of chaos intertwined, the atmosphere of violence spread, chaotic winds swept across the entire imperial capital, and masonry and rubble shot up all over the sky.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud explosion.

A strong gust of wind spread the messy artistic conception in all directions.

The sword was so fierce that Sheng Chengkong's figure trembled, and he flew hundreds of feet like a kite with its string broken.

After a long time, the chaotic air flow and artistic conception calmed down slightly.

Sheng Chengkong was still hanging in mid-air, but he looked a little embarrassed.

His long silver hair looked messy, his old face looked a little pale, and his white-spotted hand held the hilt of the sword and trembled slightly.

He looked at the nameless figure with horrified eyes.

"You have reached the realm of heaven!"

he asked in a shocked tone.

Wuming shook his head slightly, "Not yet."

"But why?" Sheng Chengkong looked at the sword in his hand, and then at the Wuming figure.

"Why was my sword intention broken by you!"

His sword intention is a sword intention that contains sadness, which is the sadness accumulated in his life.

The sad sword intention is different from other sword intentions. It is a sword way that is closely connected with one's own experience and state of mind.

Therefore, Sheng Chengkong's swordsmanship is almost unique, and it is his own swordsmanship.

More or less similar kendos can be found in other kendos. Although everyone practices kendo differently, some insights can still fit with each other.

Sheng Chengkong's kendo cannot fit in with the kendo practiced by other swordsmen.

However, Wuming had cracked his kendo just now, as if Wuming's kendo was exactly the same as his, and even better than him.

desolate!

The sadness in Wuming's heart was no less than that of Sheng Chengkong.

Although Wuming did not reach the realm of heaven, he still had his own unique realm of swordsmanship.

He has the supreme sword, the invisible, the ruthless, the nameless, and the selfless.

On top of the supreme swordsmanship, there is the Wutian Sword Realm, which allows the Wutian Juejian to be used, and the final move of the Wutian Juejian is Ten Thousand Swords Sharing Sorrow.

If Sheng Chengkong's cultivation has reached the limit of the fourth level of the Divine Realm, then Wuming's strength has reached the level of the Divine Realm at this time.

His cultivation has not yet broken through to the Heavenly Realm, but he relied on the Wutian Sword Realm to make his strength surpass the level of the Divine Realm.

So he said that he was not in the realm of heaven, so Sheng Chengkong thought that he had reached the realm of heaven.

(End of this chapter)