Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 594 Seven Evil Swords, Burial Sword Chant!

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So much strength!

Many people's eyes once again focused on the descendant of Jianzhong who came with the Immortal Burial Sword.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy looked rather indifferent, his temperament and Immortal Burying Sword seemed to be carved out of the same mold, this was the arrogance of the Jianzhong clan from the depths of their blood.

He looks down upon all the swordsmen in the world with arrogance, has an invincible heart, and a will to bury all the swords in the world.

The lord of the Seven Killing Sword Sect pondered for a while, and said, "Lin Bu, come and ask this junior brother Jianzhong for advice."

"Yes, Sect Master."

On the martial arts arena, a young man about fifteen years old came out. This is a disciple who has not yet established a foundation, but his physique and understanding are all excellent. Possess the strength of a fierce horse.

Obviously, choosing a disciple of this age was also a decision made by the Seven Killing Sword Sect Master after careful consideration. After all, the age of teens is the time when the foundation building skills are advancing by leaps and bounds. Although the sword mound's heir is strong, he is still young. The Immortal Burial Sword just kept his hand. Although his nephew is sharp and aggressive, he will reciprocate.

In this battle, it would be best if it was a draw.

However, the young man stopped. Although the black epee that was at the same height as him was not out of its sheath, even though it was tens of feet away, it gave Lin Bu an invisible oppression, which made him feel a little suffocated.

Then, I saw the young man from Jianzhong shook his head lightly and said, "Take him instead."

The young man didn't look at Lin Bu, but his eyes fell on another seventeen-year-old disciple of Qisha Sword Sect not far away.

This seventeen-year-old disciple of the Seven Killing Sword Sect is the first among the disciples who have not established a foundation in this year's festival. He has already practiced the "Seven Killing Sword Yuan Gong" to the ninth level, and he is wearing a heavenly horse. Power.

There is silence in the mountain stream.

Many famous martial arts masters in Hailing Prefecture glanced at each other. This young descendant of Jianzhong's tone is probably a bit loud.

Today's younger generation usually refers to the young generation who have reached the age of [-]. Now they are under the age of [-] and can only be counted as the next generation.

They are all young people, it is the time when they first entered the rivers and lakes, when their spirits are at their peak, how can they tolerate the contempt of their peers, even if the other party is a descendant of Jianzhong, for young people, it is rare for young people to be overwhelmed by the other party's background. Shy, this is an age that is not afraid of the sky, the earth is not afraid, and the edges are sharp.

Clang!

With the long sword unsheathed behind him, Lin Buyao pointed at the young man with the heavy sword on his back, his eyes were cold, and he shouted, "Catch my sword first!"

call!

As soon as the words fell, Lin Bu stepped on his feet in broken steps, his body was like a sword, and he went straight forward. The long sword in his hand was shaken, and his blood was poured, and an inch-long bright red aura suddenly appeared on the tip of the sword.

hum!

At the same time, the air behind it distorted, and a fierce horse neighed and galloped out. In an instant, the horse and man became one, and they spanned tens of feet in almost two breaths.

Fascinated!

What a fast sword!

Some famous martial arts experts in Hailing Prefecture praised that this sword is the fifth sword in the ten styles of the seven evil swords in the "Seven Kills Sword Yuan Gong" of the Seven Kills Sword School. On the tip of the sword, there are no other bells and whistles except for speed, so as long as the foundation building skills are about the same, even if the lightness of the body is good, it is difficult to avoid it. To see blood.

Ding!

There was a soft sound, there was a metallic trill, and all the sword light, air light, and sword sound stopped abruptly.

Everyone's eyes fell, especially the disciples of Qisha Sword Sect, most of them were shocked, and some couldn't believe the scene in front of them.

Those are two slender-looking fingers, which originated from the descendants of Jianzhong who carried the heavy sword on his back. This thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy is slightly sideways, with one hand behind his back, and the other hand sticks out at some point. , and the two fingers clamped the killing and condensed sword between them.

what!

Lin Bu's pupils constricted suddenly, he let out a loud shout, his Seven Kills Sword Yuan Gong was pushed to the limit, his blood was surging, his whole body was sweating like mist, but he still couldn't pull out the sword, those two fingers were like The strongest shackle not only locked his sword, but also locked his spirit.

The next moment, Ning Xian flicked the tip of the sword with his fingers holding the long sword.

clang!

He only felt an unstoppable force coming from him, Lin Bu could no longer hold the sword in his hand, the long sword was thrown out of his hand, the hilt was shot backwards, hitting his chest, he groaned, and retreated repeatedly After ten or so steps, he barely stopped his figure just now, but he almost couldn't catch his breath.

With a bang, the long sword fell to the ground, and the energy and blood that he had condensed before was also shaken away at this moment, and it was difficult to twist into a single strand in a short time.

lost!

The eyes of the Seven Kill Sword Kings of this generation froze, then widened, and said with a smile: "The heirs of the sword mound really hide everything, that's all, but the old man's eyesight is dull, Luo Qing, you should go and ask your junior brother Ning's sword skills. "

"Yes, Sect Master."

The seventeen-year-old boy from the Seven Killing Sword Sect nodded. This is a handsome young man in blue clothes that have been washed white. He never leaves his sword. The body of the sword is made of red refined copper. Faintly revealed.

This time, many disciples of the Seven Killing Sword Sect showed a dignified look. If they lose again, they will not look too good, at least in this year's festival competition, even if the opponent is the descendant of the hidden world sword mound, more or less If they were few, it would appear that their Seven Kills Sword Sect disciples were not as good as others. After all, the difference in age was several years. Even if they won, it was only a matter of course.

The dark red copper sword in his hand was slowly lifted up, and a icy edge of the sword pointed at the front. Luo Qing's eyes showed an unprecedented look of concentration. From the moment Ning Xian made his move just now, he knew that this descendant of the sword mound His foundation building skills are probably not inferior to him. Although it is only a guess, he is [-]% to [-]% sure.

Boom!

Luo Qing took the first step, the corners of his washed white Tsing Yi lifted up, his feet fell like drums, his steps were unusually heavy, and an astonishing force of blood burst out from his body.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

After taking the first step, his footsteps quickened, and the sound of beating drums became more and more intense. Soon, it was like a gust of wind and rain, like the sound of fighting on the battlefield, with a charm that stirred up endless killing thoughts.

call out!

At the moment when the sound of the drums rose to the extreme, Luo Qing also arrived in front of Ning Xian, and the dark red copper sword stabbed straight out. Compared with Lin Bu, the same sword was a world of difference.

This sword was fierce, but its strength was restrained, even the light of the sword was dimmed, but it was more than twice as fast as Lin Bu's sword, and there was only a short sound of piercing the air.

The basic swordsmanship of entry!

The layman watched the excitement, but at this moment, in the mountain martial arts arena of the Seven Kills Sword Sect, except for a few disciples of the younger generation who were brought to observe, most of the famous masters could see that Lin Bu was compared to Luo Qing with just this sword. There is a whole level of difference, and coupled with the difference in cultivation base, it is no wonder that Luo Qing can become the first person in the Seven Kills Sword Sect who has not established a foundation, and become a worthy candidate for the younger generation.

Facing this sword, Ning Xian finally showed a bit of solemnity, and then moved, and this move was as fast as thunder.

Woo!

I don't know when, one of his hands has been pressed on the black black hilt of the back, almost as high as it, the thick and sharp sword is out of the sheath, setting off a strange wind, like weeping, complaining, complaining Rumu, the air shattered, the sword pierced into the vacuum, and the sound of breaking the air also shattered into nothingness.

Bang!

The epee had no edge, but it was as fast as a gust of wind, and it could have fallen just before the point of Luo Qing's sword approached him, cutting off the path of the sword.

A gust of wind swept across, blowing the hair of the two of them. The sword strike was like a master craftsman forging a soldier, and the heavy hammer was rising and falling, deafening.

call!

Immediately afterwards, with both feet plowing the ground, Luo Qing's complexion changed, and he almost backed up a few feet, leaving two clear drag marks on the ground.

Woo!

Ning Xian did not retreat but advanced, his wrist slowly turned, and the black epee was suddenly like a whirlpool in his hand, and an invisible gravitational force was faintly generated, many withered grass and gravel were suspended, fell into the sword circle, and were smashed into pieces. Flour.

""The Song of the Burial Sword"!"

Chairman, the eyes of this generation of Seven Killing Sword Kings brightened. There is a foundation building skill called "Burying Sword Art" in the sword mound. Swordsmanship, but the sword state contained in it is extremely profound. It is rumored that the Immortal Burying Sword used this foundation-building swordsmanship to deduce the "Immortal Burying Sword" that shocked the world.

At this moment, Luo Qing's pupils contracted violently, and he felt an invisible force lock him in, giving him the illusion that it was inevitable.

Mental strength!

Not only Luo Qing, but many famous figures in Hailing Prefecture, and even some young masters, protectors, and elders of the Seven Kills Sword Sect have noticed that this [-]- to [-]-year-old disciple of the descendant of Jianzhong has actually set foot in the spiritual realm and was born. Mental strength.

Tsing Yi was excited, Luo Qing took a deep breath, and then drew out the sword. The dark red copper sword seemed to set off a wave of blood. This is the ninth move of the Seven Shade Sword, and it is also the strongest sword he has comprehended so far. Unfortunately, He has not entered the tenth level of "Seven Kills Sword Yuan Gong". Compared with those top foundation building skills, even if the tenth level of his Seven Kills Sword Sect's "Seven Kills Sword Yuan Gong" is complete, it can only penetrate the darkness of the whole body. Orifice, possessing the power of a flood-horse.

Roar!

Tianma's long chant was no longer like a horse's cry, but like a dull and majestic roar of a beast, which broke free from the twisted air and merged with Luo Qing's sword like a wave of blood.

Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of sounds of gold and iron, accompanied by dozens of bright sparks, a piece of air tens of feet was crushed and plunged into a vacuum world.

In the end, everyone finally saw that behind the sword mound boy Ning Xian, a celestial horse chanted, but it had already given birth to a dragon's tail. to the point of obscurity. (Ask for a monthly ticket recommendation ticket. The starting point genuine subscription is the greatest support for ten steps! The update is a bit late. I am adjusting my thoughts and recovering. These two days are indeed the worst time since I wrote Chunyang. My thoughts are disordered and lacking, but I have already It’s getting better, tomorrow should be the same as before, thanks to the brothers and sisters of Wumeng for your understanding.)

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