Comprehensive martial arts: Give away opportunities and return 10,000 times critical hits!

South Den!

The sky is full of sword light.

Suddenly, there were four sounds of "ding, ding, ding, ding", sparks splashed everywhere, and the sword light in the sky suddenly disappeared.

The only one that still has light is only one ~ sword left.

A long sword with a strange form.

This sword, of course, is not the Yu brother's - the sword.

The swords of the Yu brothers have been broken, and the people of the Yu brothers have all fallen.

The sword was in the hands of a man in white.

Snow-white clothes, pale face.

The cold eyes are arrogant, even more pressing than the sword qi.

This is the Imperial Palace, and the Emperor is right in front of him.

But this person doesn't seem to even be looked at by the emperor.

The little emperor still had the same expression, he didn't look at the dead four brothers, and said lightly: "Ye Gucheng?"

"The people of the mountains and grasses never imagined that they could go up to the sky and listen. "

"Flying immortals outside the sky, one sword breaks the seven stars, it is really a good swordsmanship. "

"It's a good swordsmanship. "

"Why should you be a thief?"

"Achievement is king, defeat is thief. "

"To defeat is to be a thief. "

Ye Gucheng sneered, leveled his sword, and said coldly: "Please." "

"Please?"

"With Your Majesty's insight and calmness, there are few people in the martial arts, if Your Majesty enters the rivers and lakes and practices martial arts, the grandmaster is hopeful!"

The little emperor smiled and said, "It's too famous!"

"Now the king is no longer the king, the thief is no longer a thief, and between the king and the thief, the strong wins. "

"A strong man wins. "

"My sword is in my hand. "

"It's a pity that although you have a sword in your hand, you don't have a sword in your heart. "

"No sword in your heart?"

"The sword is straight, the sword is strong, the person with an evil heart, how can he hide the sword in his chest?"

Ye Gucheng's face changed, and he sneered: "At this moment, the sword in my hand is enough. "

"Oh?"

"The sword in your hand can hurt people, but the sword in your heart can only hurt yourself!"

The little emperor laughed, laughed.

"Draw your sword. "

"I don't have a sword in my hand. "

"Don't you dare to fight?"

The little emperor smiled and said: "I practice the sword of the Son of Heaven, level the world, calm the people, strategize in the battle, and win thousands of miles away." "

He stared at Ye Gucheng and slowly continued: "You must not understand the meaning of Lian. "

"Heavenly Son Sword, I've seen it!" Ye Gucheng said calmly.

The little emperor was surprised and said, "Have you seen the Sword of the Son of Heaven?"

"Yes!"

"Who?"

"On the shore of Taihu Lake, King Jing of the Great Song Dynasty!"

The little emperor sneered and said, "He is just a king, not the Son of Heaven!"

"The one who holds the sword of the Son of Heaven is not necessarily the Son of Heaven, he is perverse, and all those who betray their relatives are like a ruin!" Ye Gucheng said.

The little emperor didn't say no, if there was no accident, the emperor was about to do it, but he wasn't ready to say it.

He is not a fool like Wang An, he can't help anything, and before the big thing happens, he will show off himself first.

He said coldly: "I am ordered by heaven, do you dare to act rashly?"

Ye Gucheng held his sword and said, "I didn't kill unarmed people, but today I have to make an exception." "

"Why?"

Ye Gucheng said: "Because although you don't have a sword in your hand, you have a sword in your heart." "

The little emperor was silent.

Is this an endorsement from a kendo master?

Ye Gucheng said: "I also said that the sword in your hand can hurt people, but the sword in your heart will hurt yourself." "

The sword in his hand was swung up.

The moon is full in the middle of the sky.

The moon is fuller.

The fragrance of cinnamon floats in the autumn wind, and the fragrance of cinnamon is full of murder.

The wind blows in through the window, the moonlight shines in through the window, and the wind is as cold as the moon.

The sword is colder.

When the cold sword is stabbed, the blood will surely splash out.

However, at this moment, a person suddenly stood in front of the little emperor.

He was wearing a plain robe, inadvertently emanating, his face was vicissitudes, obviously very ordinary, but he was heavier than Mount Tai.

Ye Gucheng suddenly felt an indescribable sword aura, like an invisible mountain, pressing down on him.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his muscles tensed.

Who is it?

Simon blowing snow?

No, Simon Blowing Snow likes to wear white, this person is not white.

Ye Gucheng's figure suddenly stopped, and the sword he swung came to an abrupt halt.

Most of the moves of the masters of the rivers and lakes are sent but not received, and they are rashly withdrawn, and it is very easy to be eaten by internal strength.

The reason is very simple, you might as well try to make a sudden stop during the 100-meter sprint, which will bring huge damage to people.

And the internal strength and sword moves stopped suddenly, and the consequences were ten times greater than in this eye.

But Ye Gucheng stopped.

His sword and his people have long been inseparable from each other, and they can only stop when they are working as they should.

The person who stood in front of the little emperor had no sword in his hand, but there was a sword aura that emanated from him, as if he embraced heaven and earth.

After the little emperor appeared namelessly, he immediately withdrew, and the gentleman did not stand under the dangerous wall, let alone the emperor?

"Where to go!"

The prince of the south chased forward with a sword.

There is no turning back for today's events.

Either he dies or the little emperor dies, there is absolutely no third possibility.

The old eunuch Wang An was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, and he was completely sure that he was seen through by the little emperor?

Ye Gucheng stared at his opponent.

This person has a special feeling, faintly coming!

It was a very special feeling, a feeling of being a master, suspicious and suspicious!

The feeling of mythology!

God has the feeling of God, and the devil has the feeling of demons!

Most people who practice martial arts understand.

Different people have different "qi" and different feelings.

Especially for the masters with profound internal strength, their "qi" cannot be hidden if they are not deliberately restrained.

The "qi" of the person in front of him is like a myth and legend.

Although it is overwhelming but not hegemonic, although it is proud but not fierce, everything is just right, tepid, indifferent, perfect, just like a myth.

Myths are not really there in the first place.

Myths are born out of the desire and admiration of the world...

But this man, like a myth.

The momentum is invincible, and the skill is unfathomable!

When Ye Gucheng and the other party's eyes met, it was like a sharp strike. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

None of them moved.

This kind of static pressure is stronger and more terrible than moving.

Between the two of them, they couldn't even blow the wind.

This pressure, though invisible, is by no means invisible.

"Who are you?" Ye Gucheng asked very solemnly.

"Nameless!"

The nameless voice was sluggish.

He is always subtle, inward, vicissitudes, and silent.

But his body faintly exudes a supreme momentum, a mythical momentum that is invincible to all people.

Forever like a sad myth.

A myth that has long been submerged in the rivers and lakes, but does not die.

This person is by no means a person from the Ming Dynasty.

Ye Gucheng had never heard that there were such masters in the Ming Dynasty.

No wonder the little emperor laughed.

It turned out that he had already seen everything and was ready, just waiting for the fish to enter the net.

"Sword of the Son of Heaven, strategizing!"

Ye Gucheng held a sword in his hand.

His whole body has undergone earth-shaking changes, and his edge has been revealed, showing the posture of a peerless swordsman.

Ye Gucheng said: "Your sword, where is it?"

Nameless said: "In your eyes!"

Ye Gucheng said: "What is a sword?"

Nameless said: "The sword is the man, and the man is the sword!"

The two of them asked and answered, answered quickly, asked urgently, as if they had already started a fight, and they were slaughtered all over the sky.

Ye Gucheng sighed, and the sword in his hand suddenly turned into a flying rainbow.

A sword comes from the east and flies in the sky.

Ye Gucheng's people and the sword seem to have become one.

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The sword light was like a flying rainbow, and it stabbed straight through.

The sword light was brilliant and swift, and there was no change.

Not even a trail.

The power of the whole body is integrated into this sword, and there is no change, and sometimes it is the best change.

In the world, there are a few people who are worthy of Ye Gucheng drawing his sword.

There are several swordsmen who are worthy of him to draw their swords.

Most of the swordsmen in this world are lonely.

Those who travel with him are all adversaries.

The way of the sword is destined to be alone.

The road is steep and narrow, and if there is no opponent, how can we make progress?

Only win!

Only by defeating those who are traveling with them can they use everything they have to forge a higher path, which is both a realm and a sharpening of the sword.

The nameless sword pinched his fingers, and the sharp edges of his fingertips appeared, and as far as the eye could see, they seemed to be sharp.

The incomparable sword strength was born from the body, and the sword qi was scattered in all directions.

Heavenly Ladder Top, "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect"!

The Sword Sect of the Wind and Cloud Realm is a unique master, a supreme secret book that no math sword warrior dreams of.

As soon as the nameless sword finger came out, the sword turned with his heart, and his heart moved at will.

The sword qi suddenly diverged into thousands of swords, surrounding the body, as if worshipping the gods.

Flying in the sky, the sword is like a net, incomparable, and it is a spectacle.

"Flying Immortals" vs. "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect"!

Ye Gucheng is nameless in the duel!

Two swords, fighting in the main hall.

The sword intent diffused in the square area, and the qi was amazing.

Countless sharp swords, flying rolls like storms, pushing snow like waves, like thousands of layers.

Rumble!

Under this sword aura, the south study directly shattered and collapsed.

But the fierce battle here did not spread, and the chains of purple light spread from above the earth and under the sky.

In the dark, the Emperor Shakti, wearing a mask, smiled: "Seal the heavens and lock the earth and the Forbidden Great Array! Kyushu actually has such a formation!"

"Under this array, I am afraid that the gods and demons will be unstoppable, enough to slay the dragon!"

Emperor Shakti lived for a thousand years, and learned various sects and miscellaneous things, among which was the way of formation.

The purpose of his entry into the Forbidden City to assist the little emperor was not only to play the world, but to play the ancient ruins in the Forbidden City.

Emperor Shakti sneered.

People like him are not willing to be left behind.

He considers himself the god who rules the world and cannot tolerate anyone else in the world who is immortal like him.

And in Kyushu, there is more than one such person!

Li Bai, Bai Qi, Zhao Wuxian...

These people, of course, have to try to get rid of them!

"There are immortals in Kyushu who truly surpass mortals, how strong are they? Let me try it first!"

Emperor Shakti joked, he believed that Nameless would definitely be able to stop Ye Gucheng, and his target was Zhao Wuxian.

Mid-month.

In the Forbidden City, the sound of evening drums and morning bells suddenly sounded.

Immediately after that, a vast light that connected the sky and the earth rushed into the sky, as if it could go straight into the green underworld and go down to the nine shadows.

The moonlight in the sky, under this light, eclipsed.

It is like the wind, the flying stars chase the lightning, shocking the sky, shocking people's hearts.

The top of the Taihe Temple.

"What's that?!"

Lu Xiaofeng, Ximen Blowing Snow and others were all moved and silent.

"It's the big array of the Forbidden City, once when King Yan raised his army, there were several great masters who came to dissuade him and were trapped by it!"

The wooden man revealed a secret.

The gods of heaven and earth connected the nine heavens and nine shades, and banned everyone.

And that's not all.

Above the sky, there was also a divine sword condensed, like a substance, exuding surging sword qi, hanging high in the air.

Thousands of sword shadows appeared in an instant, and the brilliance soared.

Ten thousand swords!

100,000 swords!

A million swords!

In the next moment, ten thousand sword shadows overturned and fell into the sky.

Dense sword blades, stars falling, meteor showers falling from the sky, as if the end is coming, full of destruction.