Master of Unlimited Luck

It seems to have completely transferred from one set of swordsmanship to another set of swordsmanship... Two sets of swordsmanship that are completely incompatible, but they are so fit, and even the transition is so natural, that people can't feel abrupt!

But Gong Jiu's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "Death by thirteen swords!!!"

He learned martial arts from the little old man, and almost learned seven or eight martial arts in the world. Although he had never learned thirteen swords before, he heard the little old man talk about it and said it was almost the strongest set of swords in the world. law.

Or……

The more you arrive, the stronger your swordsmanship.

And if the fifteenth sword was displayed, it would be more than a ghostly cry, even the sword god Ximen Fuxue would never want to resist it.

And Su Jing shot the ninth sword, connecting the eighth sword.

The Deadly Thirteen Swords and the ethereal swordsmanship have long been perfectly integrated into a set of swordsmanship. For Su Jing, this is naturally nothing...Even, the ethereal swordsmanship will make every sword of the deadly thirteen swords The characteristics of the previous sword have been inherited perfectly.

The ninth sword.

Perfectly display eight swords...

The net has been opened.

The ninth sword is so powerful that it is even better than the sword nine: reincarnation.

Gong Jiu hurriedly drew back, but the action was still a bit slow after all...A hideous scar was directly cracked in front of his chest.

The meaning of death is even more serious. There is silence around, and no longer hear the birds and insects before, it seems that all living things in the world have been completely destroyed, and even everything that can be seen in front of them has been completely black.

Not an illusion.

It's really dark...

A look of horror flashed through Gong Jiu's eyes. When did he see such a magical sword move, it could make the world lose its color, as if everything was black and white.

Now, this black and white color is spreading towards him.

At this time, Su Jing's tenth sword had been handed out!

Carrying the power of the first nine swords, the strength of the tenth sword, even Gong Jiu felt a sense of horror in his heart. The sword shadow in his hand swung extremely fast, and all the sword aura was three feet away from him.

But the sword energy can resist, and the pervasive sword intent still slowly erodes his body...

There is no strange feeling, but the vivid fox fur has now become pale without any breath of life.

Gong Jiu panicked for the first time in his life.

The eleventh sword.

In a panic, his state of mind was broken, and he no longer had the previously indifferent posture, howling frantically, and even completely forgot about the agreement with Su Jing, he could no longer worry about it, and shouted angrily: "Success!!!! "

Seventy-seven-forty-nine style return to the wind dance willow sword!

The sword is like a dancing willow in the wind. It is gorgeous and charming. In terms of pleasing to the eye, it is not inferior to the ethereal swordsmanship.

But at this time, Su Jing had no intention of competing with Gong Jiu.

Just handed out the twelfth sword on his own.

Obviously the two are fighting each other, but they seem to be performing their own tricks, without affecting each other or interfering with each other!

The color of black and white is even more stern, Gong Jiu clearly sensed that he was contaminated, and something other than this black and white is quietly attached to his body, taking the life in his body...

I was hit by the sword.

Obviously he had resisted all the opponent's sword strokes, and was not injured at all, but he was hit by the sword.

His eyes were horrified, and in a blink of an eye, the wind-dancing willow sword changed again and turned into a flying dragon big nine style, which is also an extremely subtle and mysterious swordsmanship, but halfway through its use, it turned into a long river sunset sword... Tianlong seventeen style ...

Each set of swordsmanship is peerless, but in his hands, it is easy to come by. Obviously, he has a high level of swordsmanship, and now he is afraid that he will still be above Ximen Fuxue.

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Chapter 1570

Su Jing only showed his thirteenth sword on his own!

At this point...

The two sides seemed to have been fighting separately, Gong Jiu frantically displayed his swordsmanship, trying to kill Su Jing in advance.

But Su Jing turned a blind eye to him, just using his own thirteen swords.

The sword force is complete, and the rest is just to complete the remaining sword skills.

If it were before, it could not be said that Su Jing had already been dominated by sword moves at this time, his temperament had changed drastically, and his murderous intentions would be everywhere...

But now, thanks to Xiaozhu's help, coupled with the strength of his spiritual consciousness, it is far from what he could compare to at the beginning, and he is not affected by the deadly sword intent at all.

Thirteen swords passed.

The Long River Sunset Sword that Gongjiu used is almost perfect, always, one circle, one movement, one stillness, one rigidity, one softness, one positive, one side... It almost interprets the principles of mutual growth and mutual restraint and complementing each other.

Although there are only two sword moves, it is infinitely close to the realm of entering the Tao, and even has the charm of Tao!

The two moves were combined, and the thirteenth sword was easily resisted, and even more faintly there was a counter-pressure, and the thirteenth sword po jiě was directly opened.

At this time, the Thirteen Swords of Death was over, but he was still alive.

Gong Jiu laughed loudly, as if he wanted to mock Su Jing...

But immediately, he showed a look of astonishment on his face. Even though he laughed, he seemed to have lost the ability to speak, and his sword was broken, but for some reason, the black and white domain of the opponent was still there.

And now...

Su Jing has displayed the fourteenth sword.

The cold air around him became more diffuse, and even Gong Jiu's still-turning pupils gradually stiffened, and the slight agile light froze, completely turning into black and white.

He stood quietly holding the sword, as if he had forgotten to fight back.

Let Su Jing's sword penetrate his throat like that...

Thirteen deadly swords... There is even a fourteenth sword.

It seems that the first thirteen swords are all paving the way for the fourteenth sword.

No, maybe even this fourteenth sword is a pavement, maybe... there is also a fifteenth sword.

Unfortunately, I am not qualified to see it.