The Sword Dynasty

"So, so many of us at Zhao Jianlu have been wronging him."

Zhao Ce sighed softly, "But he doesn't have a good ending either, which is worse than my Master. My Master is an unbeliever and has no dispute with the world, but he is a wrong person."

The teacher looked at him irresponsibly and said nothing.

The battle with Wang Jingmeng changed the trajectory of his life. If there is no one like Wang Jingmeng in this world, maybe he is the first person in the world, the swordsman of Bashan Jianchang, the most powerful genius.

However, even if he failed to assassinate Wang Jingmeng at that time, the damage was too heavy, which led to the slow entry of spiritual practice, which had a great impact on his spiritual practice, but that was his own choice. The enemy, he does not have too much hatred.

Zhao Ce thought about it and asked seriously, "In fairness, if you think Wang Jingmeng and my respected master were in a battle, who would win?"

The master commander shook his head: "In principle, I think your master will win, Wang Jingmeng is unstoppable, any tricks will come hand in hand, any tricks will be decaying into magic in his hands, and his sword tricks are wonderful. Tiancheng, every flow of vitality should seem to be in its original position. However, even the delicate sword moves are always traceable. Your master’s sword moves are sometimes close to the intuition of the body, which is the nature of the sword master’s body and vitality communication. But this kind of thing, who can make it clear, whose view does not mean the result itself, a swordsman's life will go through countless stages, Wang Jingmeng in the battle of Han Zhaowei, the three dynasties, and the final battle in Changling Wang Jingmeng at that time is different. Think about how old your master was at that time. How long did Wang Jingmeng build swords and swords, and if everyone is in another ten years, who will win?"

"You are right. In this matter, I was obsessed with Zhao Jianlu's people."

Zhao Ce nodded and said no more. He raised the sword in his hand, laid it across his chest, and said to the teacher: "Please."

When he said the word "please", it meant that the battle really started.

The horror heat that had been surging and expanding in the air suddenly disappeared, returning to his body and the long sword in his hand.

The flames disappeared from the long sword with red to blazing flames in his hand, and the entire long sword became like ordinary iron. However, his entire person seemed to devour all the flames, and his skin exuded ruby. Like luster.

The most frightening thing is his double pupils.

His double pupils were completely reddish red, gleaming like jewels, completely filled with a crazy and violent atmosphere.

Without any normal human nature, it is a complete magic.

In the world of spiritual practitioners, if a spiritual practitioner falls completely into the world created by his sword, and his mind falls into it and he cannot extricate himself, he is enchanted.

This is a terrible thing for practitioners themselves.

However, Zhao Ce's first sword was to enchant himself.

His sword hasn't really stabbed, and he and the commander are all surrounded by magical murderous intentions.

Ordinary practitioners seem to be absolutely empty in the sky, and large gray dust begins to appear, like gray snow falling down in a hurry.

A black ripple rippled from the body of Shi Changluo like a stream of water, and then the ripple turned into a wave, constantly flapping the surrounding void.

Master Changluo began to pull out his sword. His hands were empty, but his right hand went from the chest to the depths outside, but a black sword handle appeared in his right hand, and a thick and flaming flame at one end was connected to his chest.

For a time even the sound of siege around was quiet.

In a sense, this can be regarded as a contest between Zhao Jianlu and Bashan Sword Field. All practitioners inside and outside the city know that the two have been fighting in space at this time.

A weird natal breath continued to expand with the division of the master's sword, and his chest kept pouring out a black vitality, and then turned into a sword body in the hands of the division.

He seemed to be pulling a dark bone from his body.

His movements are slow.

The picture at this time is very strange.

It seems that one person is just pulling the sword intently, while the other person is just quietly enchanting himself, but there are more and more gray dust falling in the air.

When the black sword in the commander's hand finally appeared at the tip of the sword, he finished pulling it out. At the moment when the tip of the sword separated from his body, hundreds of black lines were drawn, and then a shadow of the figure was blackened The thread pulled out of his body.

With this sword, Master Changluo seems to have drawn his own soul.

All the gray dust that was falling in the air and the gray dust that had fallen to the ground danced wildly and rushed to Zhao Ce's body.

Gray dust piled up like shells, instantly filling Zhao Ce's body, turning Zhao Ce into a gray stone statue.

However, in the next moment, the eyes of this stone statue burned, and a pair of blood-red eyes appeared inside.

This stone statue seems to have been enchanted.

There was a crackling sound, which sounded from the sword that Zhao Ce held.

A lot of burning dust particles flew from the cracks in the gray stone shell on the sword body, and then these dust particles flew apart, cutting off the practitioner's perception.

Everyone can clearly see that Zhao Ce is standing there, the stone shell is cracking and burning, but everyone's perception is not aware of his existence.

The first is enchantment, and then the disillusion, like the supreme sword of the spirit-deficiency sword gate.

Shi Changluo's perception also did not perceive the existence of Zhao Ce, but his mood did not fluctuate at all, because he knew that his previous blow could not completely defeat Zhao Ce, and now Zhao Ceshi is not exhibiting him. The strongest means.

The black sword in his hand blew softly.

There was a lot of black body-like vitality surging out.

A black light spot suddenly appeared on the ground in front of Zhao Ce, and then condensed into a black bamboo shoot.

With the growth of this bamboo shoot, a strange power constantly impacted the space where Zhao Ce was.

Pieces of glass-like crystal light scattered, like many mirrors shattered at the same time.

Zhao Ce's figure completely disappeared there.

When he appeared in the eyes of everyone in the next moment, he had already appeared in front of the division master less than seven feet away.

boom!

The magic light in his eyes had disappeared, but the whole body and the long sword were violently burned as never before, exploding outward, and then with his simple and violent sword, the flame rose again, forming a building around his body. The real flame furnace, and then the whole flame furnace flows like a drop of water, flowing down from the tip of his sword, the space shakes again, and the teacher's envelope falls inside!

The long black sword disappeared in the hands of Master Changluo. He raised his palm slightly, and there was a slight black smoke flying upwards where the long black sword disappeared.

His whole person is divided into black and white from the middle. The left half of his body is so dark that he can't see his face, but the right half of his body is so white that he shines brightly, emitting thousands of rays of light. Cut from it too!

Zhao Ce's brows were deeply wrinkled, and the method of the Yin God, the ghost, and the creatures that he had repaired from nowhere was merged with the sword scripture of the Bashan Sword Field. At this time, the power was so strange that he couldn't measure it at all.

In the moment when the Honglu sword was broken, he only felt an invisible vortex appear in front of him.

This invisible vortex has two distinct powers from yang to yin, and some of it even comes from the power of the sword he just displayed.

He couldn't break the division's attack.

He can even be sure that at any moment before today, he will never win in the face of such a teacher network.

But today he doesn't think so.

Because just before he drew that sword mark, he felt like he was there, and finally captured the charm of his sword that year.

He didn't have any other distractions in his mind at this time, but it was very simple, he moved forward with the sword again, and scratched the sword mark.

The fiery sword swept across the air in front of him.

A fiery sword mark appeared in the air.