The Return of the Immortal of the City

Chapter 337 Sword Dao Is Not My Forte (Part [-])

Chapter 360 IX Kendo Is Really Not My Forte (Please Subscribe, Reward)
The reason why Gu Er displayed all his cultivation was because the old man in front of him had the strength and qualifications to make his cultivation fully explode.

Except for the War Blood Demon, even the projection of the Holy Witch Sect Demon God failed to make Gu Er take it to heart.

But at this moment, this old man is fully qualified to let Gu Er fight with all his strength.

The old man's heart, will, and perseverance in pursuing the way of the sword, although a bit stubborn, made Gu Er feel admirable.

Otherwise, Gu Er would not accept the old man's challenge.

The old man has been drinking swordsmanship for tens of hundreds of years, and his sword intent is finally extraordinary.

The scimitar slashed, and a huge crack appeared in the void, as if to split the sky.

In his fierceness, he carried the indomitable momentum that a swordsman should have.

The scimitar's sword energy is tens of feet long, which is almost stronger than Gu Er's sword force.

With one blow and slash, the two sword qi collided fiercely.

Immediately, a gust of sword intent hung from the entire cliff.

Even the air turned into a sharp long sword.

Countless bloody long swords collided with the scimitar.

There was a bang, shaking the world.

The tens of feet of space between the two seemed to be shattered by the sword intent, making it a fragmented mess.

When the two hit each other, the bloody sword energy was slightly at a disadvantage.

The sword intent was destroyed in an instant, and Gu Er stepped back two or three steps, and a solemn look appeared in his eyes.

The two stood in the air at the same time, looking at each other.

The old man's black warrior uniform was bulging all over his body, and a gleam of excitement bloomed in his cloudy eyes. He shook his head slightly and sighed: "The way of the sword is not what you look like, show your true skills!"

Gu Er also shook his head, mocking himself: "Swordsmanship is indeed not my strong point!"

The avatar Gu Er has a relatively clear self-awareness, and he knows in his heart: This avatar was refined using the body of the blood demon, and what it carries is also the inheritance of natural breath forcibly blessed by the Dao of Heaven.

When refining this avatar, the deity did not teach the chaotic Qinglian sword formula to this avatar.

Therefore, compared with the deity, the avatar's kendo attainments are far behind by thousands of miles.

Gu Er also understands that his value as a clone will be wiped out sooner or later.

Therefore, Gu Er, the avatar, never asked the deity to teach him the Chaos Qinglian Sword Art from the beginning to the end. .

Although he didn't specialize in kendo, he had much more knowledge than this old man.

After all, Wannian Xianzun did not do it for nothing. He has eaten more salt than everyone in this world has ever drunk.

Then, a smear of blood appeared in Gu Er's strange pupils, and the aura of his whole body became even more strange, and there was a hint of sincerity in his voice: "Tao is a good way of swordsmanship, but it is not suitable for you!"

He was not recognized from the very beginning, if Gu Er said such words again, the old man couldn't stand it immediately.

Mood fluctuated slightly.

He has always firmly believed that the way of the sword he practiced is the way of the sword that suits him best.

"Fight again! Show your strength!"

The old man's eyes were cold, but there was an air of arrogance in his bones, "Take the old man's second sword!"

The scimitar danced, the sky and the earth changed, and the double-edged blades rang out.

On the cliff, the wind of knives raged, hurting people to the bone.

The old man stood in the air, his beard and hair were disheveled, and the scimitar pierced straight out of the air.

An incomparable sword energy directly sprayed through the scimitar, piercing the void, and produced a piercing roar: "Valley stab"!
The old man named it so.

This thorn, worthy of its name, does have the potential to pierce the void.

Gu Er's face was solemn, his cultivation base at the final stage of Jindan broke out brazenly, his whole body was surrounded by blood mist, he raised his hand, clenched his fist, and the five fingers of the bloody fist thumped.

Like a bullet shooting out of the barrel of a gun, it roared endlessly.

The fist was bombarded, and the blood-colored arm was like a rubber pillar extending infinitely, meeting the sword energy burst out by the old man in an instant.

The face of the fist struck out, and the void shattered directly, making a deafening crackling sound.

boom!
When two collided, the momentum was magnificent.

There seemed to be a destructive hurricane hanging over the entire cliff.

The rock seemed to have been peeled off a thick layer in an instant.

The gravel flew across the sky and scattered in all directions.

With this blow, Gu Er had the upper hand.

After all, the body of the Gorefiend is hard.

What Gu Er used was to defeat a hundred with strength and break through the gangster.

You are tough, I am tougher than you.

After this blow, the corners of their mouths were overflowing with blood, their internal organs were severely injured, and their bodies were thrown away.

But Gu Er stopped seven feet away, while the old man hovered over the cliff ten feet away, and judged from top to bottom!
With this blow, the old man's cloudy eyes and pupils contracted a few times, showing a horrified expression; but he did not retreat, but his fighting spirit became stronger.

In the void, the old man slowly closed his eyes, and let go of the scimitar in his hand.

But the scimitar revolved around his body, spinning so rapidly that he couldn't see the trajectory at all.

The old man is gaining momentum, gaining momentum for the last sword!
However, after seeing this, Gu Er's eyes were serious, but he shook his head slightly.

With a flash of his figure, the red robe bulged and turned into an afterimage.

The old man couldn't launch the third sword at all, and Gu Er flew past him.

But the afterimage turned into a ray of blood in an instant, as if the whole person evaporated from the world, and what remained in the midair was just a cloud of blood mist.

The blood mist exudes a rich red glow, reaching the old man in an instant, and surrounding the old man.

If you look carefully, you can see hideous blood-colored heads baring their teeth and claws in the blood mist, each with an extremely fierce expression, carrying a strong bloodthirsty crisis.

With the sudden rise of the red light, countless blood-colored heads opened their mouths, biting towards the old man with closed eyes in the middle.

This is a unique attribute of the blood demon's body. Using blood to transform gods into countless blood god sons is somewhat similar to the escape method of the Shura clan.

However, Gu Er used this kind of blood god child as an attack method.And it was his body that was a blood demon, the strongest blow.

At this moment, the entire cliff sky seemed to be colored with blood, showing a bright red shape.

Thousands of miles away, you can feel the bloody evil spirit here!
However, the old man suddenly opened his eyes when all the bloody heads turned into blood god sons attacked.

In the eyes, a strong sword intent burst out.

"The third sword, nameless!"

The old man's chapped lips moved slowly and spit out five characters.

This is the strongest blow in his life, and he has never used it in more than fifty years.

Because... no one can make him use the third sword.

People who saw his second sword no longer exist in this world, except for Gu Er!

The scimitar was slowly raised and cut down, the two movements were very slow.

The heavens and the earth seemed to be still, and even the turbulent sea seemed to calm down at this moment.

Between heaven and earth, there is only this sword!
A sword was cut out, there was no sound, no movement.

But all the blood mist on the cliff exploded at this moment, as if it exploded from the middle.

The blood mist dissipated in an instant, and Gu Er appeared on the cliff. Although the red robe around him was not damaged, it turned dark red as if stained by blood.

And Gu Er's entire face is as dead ashes, dying, and the vitality is rapidly dissipating.

But Gu Er stood proudly, and uttered a sentence indifferently:
"Swords have no moves, why do you have to limit yourself to three swords!"

"You didn't win!" The old man was not much better, he didn't have a whole piece of flesh and blood all over his body, he barely half-kneeled with a machete in his hands, and smiled sadly, "But the old man lost."

　Let's make it three o'clock today, Ji Niu is sleeping, and the students also go to bed early
　　
　
(End of this chapter)