The Sword Dynasty
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The power of the Seven Realms is essentially different from the Eight Realms.
Regardless of how Zheng Xiu used Xinghuo and how he relied on Zhao Si's natal sword, before the strength of the True Yuan and the world's vitality gathered, the gap between the two could only be shortened as much as possible, and it was impossible to achieve a point of positive confrontation.
Under this kind of suppression, he can also produce a sword faster than him.
This only shows that Zheng Xiu was acting before, and only shows that although her true Yuan strength is far inferior to Yuan Wu, her body is more powerful than Yuan Wu.
The extremely tenacious will allows the body to perform some actions as quickly as possible in the case of severe damage.
But Zheng Xiu's situation at this time is obviously not just the cause of will.
In Yuan Wu's perception at this time, between the many flesh and blood in Zheng Xiu's body, it seemed that there was a force of rapid rotation of the steel noose, which was generating and exploding.
This mystery about the physical body of Vajra can only come from Donghu's ascetic monks.
Dozens of sparks poured out of the blade of Zheng Xiu's hand, over the sword intention he fell down, and fell on his chest.
It was only dozens of extremely thin sparks, but the moment it fell on his chest, there were countless dense and sharp cutting sounds.
There is a lot of crystal-like sword gas in the star fire, just like a brilliant gem.
But these condensed sword qi didn't penetrate Yuanwu's flesh, only cut the clothes on his chest.
More than ten pieces of dark scales appeared on Yuanwu's skin, spitting out dark flames.
The sparkling sword gas and the dark flames in these sparks were blocked, and then quickly turned into a finer powder.
A loud noise.
Yuan Wu's sword energy hit the surface of the water, the sword tip fell, and the energy instantly reached the bottom of the Weihe River, forcing all the water flow.
In the following moment, the forced water formed a ring-shaped giant wave, mixed with thousands of silts, and exploded outward.
Zheng Xiu's body fell asleep with water vapor rushing backwards.
There were some surprises in Yuan Wu's eyes.
There were also surprises deep in her eyes at this time.
The scales that appeared on Yuanwu's chest had a familiar breath. This was a dragon scale, but it was not the dragon scale of the dragon that Baili Suxue was riding.
These dozen pieces of dragon scales in Yuanwu have a more ancient breath, and the breath is deeper and more pure, and even has a feeling of being soaked by the breath above the eight realms for a long time.
This may only come from the former You Dynasty.
It is not surprising that the royal family of the Great Qin Dynasty had some relics of the former You Dynasty.
But the point is that even she never knew that Yuan Wu had such a thing.
The chest was hardened by Zheng Xiu's sword, and the expression on Yuanwu's face remained unchanged.
He knew Zheng Xiu too well.
From the time when Zheng Xiu wanted to fight him, he knew that Zheng Xiu wanted to destroy him as well as himself.
Even if he can't kill him in the end, Zheng Xiu will surely force him to use all his hidden methods.
It's just the same for him.
He also wanted to go through Zheng Xiu to see how many powerful means Wang Jingmeng and Wang Jingmeng now have.
...
The black ghost scale on Yuan Wu's chest disappeared.
He stood on the giant wave, looked at Zheng Xiu, did not chase, just took a deep breath, while adjusting the flow of blood and blood in the body, while holding a sword in his hand.
A simple sword style, but the qi surging on the sword instantly turned the world in front of him into a vacuum.
There was an amazing world energy drawn by this vacuum, but it did not gather on the sword in his hand, but appeared directly behind Zheng Xiu.
A sword light appeared quietly behind Zheng Xiu, who was flying backward, and fell to Zheng Xiu's neck.
Looking at Yuan Wu's sword, and feeling the unique breath in the sword's qi, there was a burst of exclamation outside the port.
Most of them exclaimed were practitioners wearing blue or purple robes.
These practitioners are from the Spiritual Void Sword Gate.
Lingxu Jianmen and Minshan Jianzong have the same name. Naturally, these practitioners are unlikely to be like ordinary practitioners, and are prone to violent mood fluctuations.
They were shocked at this time because this sword of Yuan Wu was simply the secret sword of the Spiritual Deficiency Sword Gate, and it was a secret sword that they could not understand and master.
The secret swords of various sects are called secret swords, not because they are difficult to master, but because of their powerful power and unique sword intentions. They are the masters of various generations of the sect. The meaning, which contains many ways of practicing this discipline, and the realization of the law of vitality, is a swordsmanship that even ordinary sect disciples do not want to teach to avoid being known to outsiders.
The secret sword of any sect, naturally represents a powerful lethal force that exceeds the general swordsmanship.
Now Yuanwu's seemingly random sword is naturally the same.
However, what shocked the spiritual Xu Jianmen practitioners who reacted the fastest was that in the face of the sword qi that appeared behind him, Zheng Xiu did not even use his sword to block it.
The small sword held tightly in her hand burned more violently.
From the depths of the sword tires, there were two violent flames. A flame was extremely condensed and tight, like a red iron that had been tempered with a thousand hammers, and a flame was screaming with the wind, as if someone had swung a huge number of times. The hammer compressed the gust of wind into this flame.
These two kinds of flames come from the strength of Zhao Yi and Zhao Si respectively, but they are all incompetent with Zhao Jianlu and the terrible burning of everything.
However, at the moment when these two flames rose, there were many pale indifferent starlights like thousands of small snakes in the countless knots in Zheng Xiu's body, and merged into these two flames.
The three flames blended and quickly became cold.
It became a flame sword gas without temperature.
This sword spirit did not look at the sword stabbed behind her, but pointed at Yuanwu's throat.
Yuan Wu's sword is faster than her.
This sword light fell on Zheng Xiu's neck.
There was a strange mournful Fengming in the air.
The golden phoenix clothes on Zheng Xiu's body released an unimaginable coercion. Pieces of Jinhui were formed before this sword energy, and they were forced to stop in the air.
The two forces held each other, and Jin Huili cracked.
First of all, the subtle magic circle invisible to the naked eye of the golden phoenix made a cracking sound deep, and then it was Zheng Xiu's neck, and even between the bones and blood and flesh.
In the perception of most practitioners at this time, even if the Feng Yi garment on Zheng Xiu had unimaginable defensive power, the sword of Yuan Wu still caused severe trauma to her, even enough to make her whole body. Shatter and crack.
However, in this very short period of time, a cold death gas spread like a tide deep inside Zheng sleeve.
All other practitioners have not yet sensed this breath, but Yuan Wu's eyes have a bit of a sense of coldness deep in his eyes.
He felt it.
He was deeply impressed by this breath.
This comes from the most terrible opponent he encountered in the Lushan League, Yan Ying.
Darkness permeated Zheng's fair skin.
She didn't die.
Her body did not split instantly.
The sword in her hand was not slow.
The cold and dead flame fell on Yuanwu's throat.