Nine Turns Sword God

God help me!

Wu Shengchen is overjoyed!

If the Twelve Golden Sword Masters take action, Chu Shaoyang will definitely die!

Everything about him will be his own.

At this moment, he noticed that Chu Shaoyang was looking at him.

"Whatever skills you have, use them all!"

Wu Shengchen sneered: "How dare you speak harshly when you are about to die?"

A red mark suddenly lit up between his eyebrows.

It’s the holy pattern of soul power!

However, it is only a rough prototype and not complete.

A bloody spider shadow rose from his body and hung in the air.

Spider legs are like spears, and fangs are like knives!

It exudes a terrifying aura that shocks the soul and makes people shudder.

Chu Shaoyang showed no fear on his face and didn't even look at Wu Shengchen.

At this time, the twelve golden statues cracked open at the same time, and twelve figures rushed out.

The speed was extremely fast, and a piece of sword light was cut open, roaring towards him!

Chu Shaoyang suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Sword box, open!

A loud dragon roar rose, and the Nine Dragon Sword Box appeared behind him.

The Longming Sword was unsheathed, turned into a flash of golden light, fell into the hand, and stabbed out fiercely!

The second form of the Wuya Wentian Sword, the sword wave swallows the sky!

When the sword came out, the red sword energy was like a vast ocean, directly swallowing the sword energy of the twelve sword masters.

It turned into a rapidly rotating vortex, violently throwing twelve people away.

"What?"

Wu Shengchen was horrified!

Before he could remember to take action, he saw twelve sword masters being forced back by Chu Shaoyang.

Is Chu Shaoyang so strong?

The twelve sword masters had solemn expressions on their faces, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Then, the swords were running at the same time, forming a large formation and rising into the sky!

Twelve people all turned their bodies into swords, and their swords became one!

It condensed into a hundred-meter-long golden giant sword and hit Chu Shaoyang's head hard!

"Nine-grade sword formation, all seas unite!"

Zhuge Tingxue exclaimed: "The sword intentions of the Twelve Sword Saints were condensed into the prototype of the divine sword!"

"Can kill the third level Saint King Realm!"

Everyone was so fierce that they took a breath of air!

At the third level of the Saint King Realm, even those old monsters who have practiced for two hundred years and have reached the peak of the 12th level of the True Martial Realm may not be their opponents.

After all, there is a huge difference in power between the True Martial Realm and the Saint King Realm!

But Chu Shaoyang was different.

Although he is at the ninth level of the True Martial Realm, he has power that rivals the 12th level of the True Martial Realm.

With the three holy patterns operating at full strength, they can even kill the twelfth level peak of the True Martial Realm!

This sword may not be unstoppable!

Dong Dong...

The heart of the sword beats, and the boundless sea stirs up turbulent waves.

Powerful sword intent poured into the sword crazily, making bursts of buzzing sounds.

On his chest, the blue Canghai Seal suddenly lit up.

As the sword spirit in his body continued to be absorbed, the patterns became more solid.

Chu Shaoyang felt the scene in front of him change and he was pulled directly to the sea.

The originally empty sea surface now had one more person.

He was dressed in cloth, and his black hair was spread around his waist.

A rusty sword hangs on the left, and a wine flask is held in the right hand.

"You're here."

The middle-aged man seemed to be expecting it.

Chu Shaoyang frowned slightly and suddenly thought of something: "Are you the Wuya Sword Master?"

"clever!"

Wuya Sword Master smiled and said: "This is just a remnant of my soul, sealed in the Canghai Holy Seal."

"And you are the last descendant of my Canghai lineage."

"Being able to come here means that you have completely mastered my Wuya Divine Sword Technique and are looking for ways to become a saint in the way of swordsmanship."

Chu Shaoyang nodded and asked quickly: "Senior, do you have any advice?"

Wuya Sword Master said with some deep meaning: "Guidance doesn't count, but Wuya Divine Sword is definitely not three styles, but four styles."

"For the last move, you need to combine the first three sword moves and create your own sword based on your understanding."

"Homemade?"

Chu Shaoyang gasped.

Wuya Wentian Sword is originally an earth-level swordsmanship, how advanced is it?

He can comprehend the first three movements, which is already several times better than ordinary warriors. How can he create it himself?

"Becoming a saint in the way of swordsmanship is not a test of sword power, but one's understanding."

"If you blindly imitate others, you will only lose yourself. Only by going your own way can you be a true saint."

Wuya Sword Master threw the wine bottle to Chu Shaoyang and laughed loudly: "I'll wait for you in Taichu Holy Palace!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure gradually faded away.

Chu Shaoyang looked at the wine bottle in a daze.

The first three moves of the Wuya Wentian Sword are: Raging Waves Overturning the Sea, Sword Wave Swallowing the Sky, and Xuanlang Wentian.

Like tiny waves, they gather into huge waves with infinite power!

So what level does the fourth sword need to surpass the first three moves and become stronger?

Outside, Chu Shaoyang stood on the ground as if he was lost.

The hundred-meter-long golden giant sword was chopped down on the head!

Chu Shaoyang seemed to be unaware of it, and was directly pressed to the ground by the giant sword, unable to move!

"He's dead!"

Wu Shengchen shouted excitedly!

How could he resist the power of the ninth-grade sword formation?

There is no need for him to take action at all, the Twelve Golden Sword Masters can kill him!

"Shaoyang!"

Zhuge Tingxue and others were worried and kept calling his name.

But Chu Shaoyang seemed to be asleep, no matter how they called, there was no response.

"Epiphany..."

Lin Chongshan narrowed his eyes slightly.

It is not difficult to see from Chu Shaoyang's sword attack just now that he has profound attainments in the sword.

Coupled with the elixir, his understanding was greatly improved.

If it can still make him fall into an epiphany, and be so addicted, he can't extricate himself.

This must be the way to sainthood!

"It's a pity that I can't interfere with the life and death of the saint."

"It depends on your luck."

Lin Chongshan frowned and looked at Chu Shaoyang worriedly.

At this time, on the vast ocean.

Chu Shaoyang kept performing the first three moves of Wuya Wentian Sword, trying to find some inspiration.

If ten times don't work, try a hundred times, and if a hundred times don't work, try a thousand times!

Until the 9,999th time.

The sword came out!

The black waves rushed to the sky, and the waves were a thousand meters high!

The scattered sea water was like a waterfall, which was very spectacular.

Chu Shaoyang suddenly raised his eyebrows and exclaimed: "I understand!"

"The vast ocean is just a wisp of my thousands of thoughts."

"Mountains, rivers, grass, sun and moon are a painting!"

At this time, he had already exhausted all his strength and couldn't even lift his hands.

Excited, he squeezed in the last bit of strength and raised the sword again!

The Yanghua sword intent surrounded his body, unfolding a galaxy painting scroll.

The grass, trees, mountains, rivers, sun and moon are all as vivid as reality!

If you look closely, it is not difficult to see that the patterns in the painting are all condensed by the thin sword energy like hair.

The sword energy on his body continued to surge, and in a blink of an eye, it has reached the level of the supreme sword heart!

With a thought, the long sword stabbed out.

"Water!"

In the scroll, the surging river rushed in and danced with the sword!

"Fire!"

Chu Shaoyang shouted again!

The scorching sun and flowing fire rushed out of the scroll and merged with the river, water and fire coexisted!

When the thought comes, the scene is formed, and when the sword rises, the sky moves!

He immediately urged all the sword energy and stabbed out with a sword.

In the scroll, mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars all flew out of the scroll and smashed into the sea.

Rumble!

The deafening roar resounded throughout the space!

Chu Shaoyang laughed up to the sky: "The last move, I finally understood it!"

"Condense the sword into a picture, draw the mountains and rivers, and everything, comparable to the second-grade heavenly swordsmanship!"

"Let's call you Baijing Huanling!"