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Chapter 172 The Sword of Heaven (seeking Subscription Monthly Pass)

"Lady Lin is right."

The feather-clothed Taoist said with a strange look in his eyes: "This layman's swordsmanship has reached the pinnacle of human skills."

"Technology is closer to Tao, and technology is closer to Tao."

"Unfortunately, unfortunately..."

He repeatedly said it was a pity.

The few people around also understood why he said it was a pity.

The pinnacle of human skills is only among mortals.

Technology is closer to Tao, but it is only "closer".

These few of them are either great heirs of the Immortal Sect, or princes and noble sons, but they are extraordinary people.

A technique is a technique after all, it is a tricky method for the weak body of mortals.

After all, not on the road.

As Mr. Jinyi said, the flamboyance is not all ridiculed out of hatred, but targeted.

Although he is a noble son with rich clothes and good food, he is not a vain idiot.

Although the sick young man marveled at the wonderfulness of his sword skills, he also had the same opinion.

But this Chu Liuxiang did bring him a surprise.

He is looking forward to whether this person can break his prejudice again and bring more surprises.

"Humph!"

"Tips for carving insects!"

"Die!"

The situation of fierce fighting in the arena changed abruptly.

The four demons were disturbed by the erratic, illusory, and misty sword gesture.

Suddenly shouted in unison.

I don't know what they did, but the palm shadows that were already extremely fierce all over the sky suddenly increased rapidly.

There were bursts of terrifying evil aura, like howling from an evil ghost.

No matter how fast "Jiang Zhou"'s sword moves, no matter how many changes, he will be blown away in an instant when encountering this terrifying palm move.

Even if the sword's power is all-pervasive, the four demons appear to be riddled with holes and flaws everywhere under this sword power.

There was nothing he could do to hurt him.

This is one force and ten meetings.

No matter how exquisite the technique is, it is nothing more than a fly shaking a big tree.

"Jiang Zhou" looked impatient.

The momentum of the sword in his hand is still flowing like a great river, pouring out.

His movement is extremely fast, and his changes are far more complicated than the swordsmanship in his hand.

The movement is erratic, like a dream.

He couldn't hurt the Four Demons, but the Four Demons couldn't hurt him either.

After a while, everyone gradually noticed something unusual.

In "Jiang Zhou"'s smoky and illusory sword momentum, a little bit of cold star gradually appeared.

Between the vertical and horizontal movements of the sword, the howling evil wind between the palms of the four demons also made a tearing sound.

People with sharp eyesight have already seen that the sword of "Jiangzhou" is changing.

Faster and sharper.

From no threat to the Four Demons, he has been able to tear their palms apart.

"Jiu Xian sword technique..."

The sick boy's eyes were full of light, and he murmured: "How is it possible? He just got it..."

Taoist Yuyi also looked suspicious: "He is learning the sword with the Four Demons."

Young Master Jin Yi also had a face full of disbelief.

With their eyesight, how could they fail to see the essence of "Jiang Zhou"'s swordsmanship?

"Jiang Zhou"'s sword has grown from a simple skill to a foundation in just a short moment.

This is basically the Jiuxianren's unique method of controlling Qi and forming a sword.

With this foundation, his sword is not simply a mortal technique.

Instead, it began to be reborn, extraordinary and refined.

"Yeah motherfucker!"

The four demons suddenly shouted in unison.

Others could see that they were shrouded by the sword force, and the increasingly sharp chill was eroding them bit by bit, how could they not notice it?
After the loud shout, all the palms in the sky suddenly closed.

The four demons stretched out their palms together, poking into "Jiangzhou"'s smoke-like sword.

He wanted to grab his sword with a pair of fleshy palms.

"Jiang Zhou" remembered that the three demons had grabbed his sword with their fleshy palms before. Although his sword was no longer the same at this time, he didn't dare to let them grasp it.

The long sword retreated, and the sword mist that permeated the whole body was withdrawn suddenly.

People have risen into the sky, dancing like a cloud and dragon, flashing several times in succession.

For a moment, the shadow of the sword was heavy, and it was under the cover of the sky.

Thousands of wicker and silk ribbons suddenly hang down from the sky, dancing with the wind, ethereal and clear, almost fascinating.

This is not an illusion, the people around really saw such an ethereal and picturesque scene.

"Sword intent! Cough cough!"

The sick young man finally couldn't calm down, exclaimed, and then seemed to affect the focus of the body, coughing again and again.

While the wicker was dancing, only a few puffs were heard.

Eight arms snapped off.

At the same time, the green wicker pierced through the throats of the four demons without hindrance.

"What a complicated sword, what an ethereal sword, what a ruthless sword."

Taoist Yuyi couldn't help calling three times.

"Beware of the blood shadow curse!"

In an instant, the situation of fierce fighting took a turn for the worse.

"Jiang Zhou" killed the four demons with one sword.

The sick boy managed to stop his cough, but suddenly he raised his voice to remind him.

At this moment, the four demons lost their arms and their throats were pierced.

From the cuts in his arms and the cavity in his throat, streams of blood suddenly shot out.

Every drop of blood, like an arrow leaving the string, was shot at the "Jiang Zhou" in the air.

What's even more strange is that in every drop of blood, there is a shadow of blood about an inch high.

The blood shadow was obviously the appearance of the Four Demons.

There are tens of thousands of drops of blood in these tents.

There are tens of thousands of blood shadows.

"It's over!"

"pity……"

The bystanders couldn't help sighing.

Luoshan Blood Shadow Curse is notorious and frightening.

This is also the reason why most people have already avoided it when the fierce fight started.

In mid-air, "Jiang Zhou", who was determined to be unable to escape the doom, changed his expression slightly and stepped into the void.

Thousands of willow branches disappear, revealing thousands of sword shadows, which suddenly become one again.

Instead, a beam of sword light flew obliquely from top to bottom, like a frightening light striking electricity, startling a rainbow across the sky.

No one can imagine this sword, even if they saw it with their own eyes, no one can describe the brilliance of this sword.

Taoist Yuyi just said that this man's sword is a sword in the world, a sword in the world.

But now, this sword shattered his words into pieces.

This is a sword technique that belongs only to the heavens.

Like the blue sky and white clouds, there is no time and no dirt.

And the person holding the sword from the sky, with fluttering white clothes, descended against the wind, like an immortal who had fallen from the sky.

The sword in the sky, flying from the sky, came to the world with a coldness that did not belong to the world.

For a moment, it seemed that Zhou Tian was completely cold.

Chilled to the marrow, frozen to the soul

Everyone backed away one after another.

Even the sick young master and the others had to take a few steps back to avoid the sharp edge temporarily.

"what--!"

A series of blood shadows howled sharply and sternly, and they were all drowned in that bright and cold sword light.

The sword light was extremely bright and extremely beautiful.

The most beautiful things in the world are often fleeting.

The same is true of the sword light that seems to descend from the sky.

But in an instant, the sword light disappeared, leaving no trace of blood.

Only the fragmented remains of the four demons remained on the ground, dying beyond death.

In addition, there are thousands of sword marks carved deeply on the ground.

Although each sword mark is only a foot long, as thin as a hair.

But each road is as dark as an abyss, revealing strands of coldness, which lingers for a long time.

Just taking a look at it will make your eyes sting and you will break out in cold sweat.

This kind of swordsmanship... this kind of swordsmanship...

How could there be such a sword technique in the world...

(End of this chapter)