The Sword Dynasty
Chapter 879: Those Unexpected
The sword seemed to have golden waves of peanuts. When the ripples surged away from the sword body, they turned into golden golden feathers.
Countless solid yellow sword spirits condensed into substance, such as thousands of phoenix feathers flying from his sword, dense like a blizzard, and escaped to the surrounding world.
Thousands of roads of thunder and fire were torn apart, only a pale star fire fluttered in the bright yellow sword like a candlelight in the wind.
This is a real breakthrough.
With the generation and stimulation of these sword qi, Yuan Wu's body is constantly expanding in the perception of everyone, even ordinary people, becoming huge, infinite, and straight through the endless void.
He was like an unimaginable giant, connected to heaven.
Without any ingenuity, he relied on pure power to crush all the charms and forced out Zheng Xiu's hidden sword of sparks.
This is the power of the Eight Realms, but compared to the time when Lushan met, his control of the Power of the Eight Realms was obviously extremely skillful and random.
Thousands of phoenix feather-like sword energies produced by the sharp shock, the sword in his hand from the sharp shock to the absolute still, there is no slight pause.
In the next moment, the sword in his hand had been handed out towards the cold fire.
The momentary reversal from extreme movement to sudden silence, this kind of segment that does not seem to conform to the laws of the world, has caused the countless practitioners present to even feel a sense of discomfort.
The bright yellow sword light is in touch with the pale sparks incomparably.
But it was not beating, but slapping.
Obviously it was a narrow sword light, but it was like a giant wave in the void. With a "buzzing" muffled sound, the pale star fire was reversed in a hard way and flew back to Zheng Xiu.
The spark was only slightly scattered, and the power was only slightly weakened.
Ding Ning has a secret sword intention, but after all, it is just borrowing some sword intention, just like grabbing some traces of sword gas passing, and a sword like Yuanwu, it is different from cloud mud.
Zhao Yi couldn't see such a picture, but everything he saw in his perception was clearer than most people present.
He couldn't help shaking his head.
He did not expect Yuan Wu to be so powerful.
Even though his own state today is not comparable to that of the battle on the Weihe River in those days, he can be sure in his heart that if he changed himself, he might not be able to withstand the full force of Yuan Wu.
There was a mumble in the air.
Zheng Xiu's body had already detached from the hull and jumped into the air.
The battle between practitioners like her and Yuanwu was originally based on who can take the lead and always control the rhythm of the battle in their own hands.
With the help of that symbol, she has seized the opportunity.
However, Yuan Wu's piece turned her into a defense while breaking her sword.
This pale star fire is still dozens of feet away from her, and the terrifying vitality force has impacted her body protector Zhenyuan, pressing her down from the air.
Her feet landed.
A visible air wave spread from her ankle into the surrounding air.
The ground of the harbor under her feet was covered with blue rocks.
This kind of rock is extremely hard. After countless years of use in the port, the rolling of the horses and horses and the friction of the cables only leave shallow marks, but only smooth the surface.
However, with the spread of this air wave, the hard rock was cracked like a spider web, and spread sharply. The inside was like a kettle boiled with water, and there was a lot of energy rushing out.
The debris sputtered and hit the ship along the port, making a terrible impact.
The ships began to shake violently, and dense wounds appeared on the hull.
Zheng Xiu's indifferent eyes also showed a strange brilliance, and she did not expect Yuan Wu's cultivation practice to such a degree.
However, neither her state of mind nor her body was shaken.
Her feet were like nails on the ground of the port that was constantly bursting and exploding, and she held out her hand toward the pale spark that was falling head-on.
With a bang, the world is like setting up an oven.
The heat was so hot that the people outside the port felt unbearable, rushing from her hand to the world.
At the center of the oven is the little sword that is clenched in her palm.
The moment the two sword lights directly touched each other, the pale sparks shattered easily like burnt paper dust.
Zhao Si's natal sword, after a long period of hardening itself in the turbulent flow of sparks, this kind of spark can't pose any threat to it at all. On the contrary, there are many scattered sparks that are instantly absorbed by the natal sword .
The blade of this fiery red sword surrounded the pale flame and became huge.
Zheng Xiu's movement was stable to seem to be stagnant, but the sword light was too fast to exceed the perception of most monks present.
Jian Guang broke into the air instantly, stab Yuan Wu's eyebrow straight.
In the fierce starlight, Yuanwu's five senses flesh and blood were shining almost transparent, and his double pupils seemed to be burning.
"This is Zhao Jianlu Jian you have been raising for a long time?"
But the corner of his mouth flashed a playful smile instead.
Between such a smile, the unprecedented strength of heaven and earth has burst out of the consciousness around him.
Along with the horrible tearing sound, the pale pale sparks that were condensed and entangled were actually shaken away from this natal sword and turned into a floating candlelight-like thing, shooting out.
The natal sword in Zheng Xiu's hand is still breaking through the air, and even carrying her body, she brings the afterimage of the Tao in the air.
The bright yellow sword that he had just finished slamming in his hand was very simple and violently raised, and then hit the head towards Zheng sleeve like a long stick!
There were countless cracks in the air.
The two swords did not really meet, but the collision between the vitality had caused Zheng Xiu's body to flew back in a flash.
Her body, like a winged wild goose, swept tragically and flew over the still-shaking ships, hitting the Weihe River heavily.
Yuan Wu's hand holding the sword was only slightly swaying, but his knees were slightly bent, but instead of releasing the force, he exerted force again!
The next moment, his figure had disappeared in place.
Today is not a complicated battle. He only needs to deal with Zheng Xiu, so he doesn't need to be stingy with the real elements in his body.
This tactic is not good-looking, but it is very practical and domineering.
His figure has reached the top of Zheng Xiu.
This is a sense of speed and momentum that shocks everyone present.
The wind he brought up caused many smaller ships to sway and even capsize directly, crashing into the water.
The sword in his hand had already been raised, and in the next moment, the sword would be smashed down like a stick, enough to smash Zheng Xiu into the bottom of the river!
However, at this time, something unexpected happened.
The sword in Zheng Xiu's hand was handed out faster than him.
In other words, Zheng Xiu's sword intention is more quickly developed and formed than him.