Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 672 Wuming: Are you using Sword Twenty-Three for fun?

"Heavenly Sword, it's the Heavenly Sword!"

"The power of the Heavenly Sword is so terrifying..."

"You are truly worthy of being called a martial arts legend."

"..."

The crowd was talking and everyone clenched their weapons.

At the same time, Wuming pointed his sword fingers forward quickly, and more than twenty sword energies burst out, like a rain curtain coming across, piercing towards Chu Pingsheng with a murderous intent and a whistling sound.

To ordinary people, Wuming just stabbed with his sword once, but the fact is that he stabbed many times, but the speed was very fast, so fast that ordinary people could not react.

Jian Chen knew that his master had already used the invisible way of the supreme swordsmanship.

On the other side, facing the overwhelming sword energy, Chu Pingsheng suddenly pushed forward with both hands, and a shield of vitality flashing with faint blue light unfolded around him, protecting him completely. The nameless sword energy poked on it, splashing circles of water-like horizontal lines, but it was unable to break it.

Bu Jingyun looked confused, thinking, isn't this Xiongba's Three-Point Return to Yuan Qi Shield? How come Chu Pingsheng copied this thing too?
When he stole the Wushuang Sword and assassinated Xiongba and used the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, Xiongba used this move to dissolve his sword energy.

How could he know that Chu Pingsheng's Three-Point Return to Origin Qi Shield was actually a combination of the Heavenly Demon Force Field and the Three-Point Return to Origin Qi, and its effect was much stronger than Xiong Ba's Three-Point Return to Origin Qi Shield.

Seeing that his Invisible Dao was completely blocked by his opponent, Wuming swung his robe and leaped up. He stood in the air, pointing continuously. The sword energy carried a chill that was cold enough to freeze a person. It whizzed down and came into contact with Chu Pingsheng's vitality shield, causing a layer of white frost to appear on the surface. The broken sword energy actually turned into ice spikes that suddenly shot outwards. From a distance, it almost turned the vitality shield into a hedgehog.

Frost and cold filled the air, and winter arrived in an instant. Among the spectators around, those with profound skills could still hold on, while those with less powerful skills had already begun to retreat to avoid the aftermath of the fight between the two men.

"Look, it's frozen, it's frozen."

Following the noisy cries, Monk Buxu and Bu Jingyun carefully listened and saw that the Three-Point Return to Origin Qi shield, which was like water waves, had lost its activity and the water light was no longer flowing.

Wuming's frost sword energy could actually freeze the Qi shield. It was so powerful! Bu Jingyun felt that even if he practiced for another twenty years, he would not be his opponent.

"This is……"

At this time, the battle situation in the field changed again. Wuming froze the Sanfen Guiyuan Qi shield with his ruthless way, and suddenly he slashed with his sword, spun his body sharply, and stabbed at the frozen opponent. A kendo master at the scene recognized the origin of this move.

"Sword Eighteen!"

Jian Chen glanced at the man without saying anything, thinking what a Jian Eighteen, so ignorant, that is clearly the Way of Selflessness in the Supreme Sword Dao.

Sure enough, the nameless man was in mid-air, but his figure was slightly shaking, and in an instant he transformed into several phantoms. Each phantom was a condensed sword energy, and each performed a move of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

Sword nine.

Ten of Swords.

Sword Seventeen.

Three of Swords.

……

It was so dazzling that Wuming's real body disappeared.

The vitality shield was sealed, and more than ten attacks came, and everyone was sweating for Chu Pingsheng.

Just when the swords in the hands of several nameless phantoms were about to pierce the Sanfen Guiyuan Qi shield, something strange happened. The shield that was frozen by the frosty sword energy suddenly exploded, turning into countless broken crystals that shot outwards. The sound of sword shattering was endless, and the spectators were all shocked and hurriedly took out their weapons to block it.

However, when those ice crystals came into contact with the sword blade or palm power, they turned into wisps of smoke and dissipated, and could not really hurt people. This shows how meticulous Wuming's control over the sword energy is.

However, everyone did not have much time to be shocked and digest this scene. The subsequent strong wind blew into their clothes and pushed the monk next to Buxu away, and he fell heavily on the steps of the Main Hall. Among the people watching the fight on the opposite side, some people with poor martial arts skills suffered the same bad fate. Even masters of the level of Bu Jingyun and Jian Chen had to curl up their bodies to reduce wind resistance and use all their strength to resist. As for the situation in the middle of the battlefield, they could only vaguely see that the phantoms stopped, as if they were struggling with the sudden outburst of strong wind.

No...that's not right.

Bu Jingyun was startled and was about to deny his initial idea. Then, he found that his body encountered great resistance, and human movements and the flow of vital energy were several times slower than usual.

This is... the Sword Master's ultimate killer move.

Sword twenty-three!

Chu Pingsheng actually used Sword 23! Is he going to die?
Even without the suppression of the Sword Heart Hell, the onlookers would not make any extra movements or sounds at this moment, because it is rumored that Sword Twenty-Three has a flaw and using it once consumes a lot of energy. Didn't you see that the Sword Saint went into seclusion after leaving the Tianxia Association?
At the same time, in the fast dissipating gust of wind, the golden soul soared into the air, and with a wave of his hand, the sword shadows distributed like a ring behind him fell into his palm. He stabbed forward, and the nameless phantom of the ninth sword was shattered. He waved his hand again, and the second sword shadow came into his hand. He stabbed forward again, and the nameless phantom of the third sword was shattered.

Then there is the nameless phantom of Sword Ten.

The nameless phantom of Jian Jiu.

Wuming, who was trapped in the sword's hell, was like a lamb to be slaughtered. His sword after sword broke his selfless way of supreme sword intent.

Jian Chen and Bu Jingyun, who were standing far away, could still move and struggle, but Wuming... did not move at all, and in the end, only the illusion of using Sword Twenty-One remained.

It's not an illusion, it's the real person.

Just at this moment, a sword intent suddenly shot up into the sky, then quickly faded away, as if merging with the heaven and earth. In the eyes of Jian Chen and Bu Jingyun, Wuming's figure was rippling like water waves, and it was actually tending to fade.

This scene is very awkward.

Buxu in front suddenly had a look in his eyes and understood Wuming's plan.

People can see their opponents because they have eyes, but how does the soul distinguish things? If you integrate yourself into the world, can you still sense it? Wuming has reached the realm of Heavenly Sword, and he takes the sky as his sword. He is the sword and the sky. Is it difficult to integrate into the world?
As he expected, this was exactly what Wuming was planning, and Chu Pingsheng's movements did stop. He seemed at a loss, unable to find where the enemy was.

Just as the situation was in a stalemate and he was thinking about how to break the sword heart hell, the forehead of the golden figure suddenly lit up with a green and red light, like two colorful ropes entwined. The stalemate was instantly broken, and the golden soul that had not been seen just now quickly approached and pointed a finger at his chest.

The sword energy wrapped in the exterminating sword intent entered Wuming's body, and his meridians felt as if they were cut by a knife.

Even though he was a legend in the martial arts world, known as the Heavenly Sword, he could not tolerate the devil sword in front of him that could destroy everything.

Jian Chen was horrified and shouted "Master" frantically. He drew his sword and prepared to attack Chu Pingsheng's body.

All the righteousness, gentlemanliness and chivalry were thrown aside by him at this moment.

Bu Jingyun remembered the kindness Chu Pingsheng had shown him in giving him the sword, so how could he allow him to succeed? He quickly held out the Huolin Sword to stop him.

Because of the suppression of Kenshin Hell, both of them moved very slowly.

"Hahahaha, hahahahaha… I finally got such a good opportunity."

A powerful voice that could break through the sky and clouds resounded throughout the temple. Suddenly, a man at the back of the spectators jumped high up. Two sounds of cloth tearing were heard, and the cloak covering his body burst into pieces. A strong man with a long face, thick moustache, a very broad forehead, and wearing leather armor and leather pants showed up and punched Chu Pingsheng, whose soul had left his body.

No one knows where the person who launched the raid came from, but judging from the fact that he was much faster than the others, he must be a top martial arts master, not an unknown one.

"Jue Wushen, you really won't miss this good opportunity to get rid of your biggest threat."

At the critical moment, the golden figure who stabbed Wuming in the chest turned his head back, and with a flash of light and shadow, he stabbed into his body at lightning speed.

Chu Pingsheng's Sword Twenty-Three can actually be launched and retracted?

The seriously injured Wuming was stunned. As the Sword Heart Hell collapsed, he also fell from the air. At this moment, a sword energy passed by, and he caught a glimpse of the profile of a man with white hair, holding two swords and attacking him.

"Breaking the military?!"

On the other side, Chu Pingsheng, whose soul had returned, did not even need the waking process. He directly opened his eyes, raised his right hand, and performed the Tianyi Dao technique of sealing space.

The aftermath of the Sword Heart Hell superimposed on the Tianyi Dao, the speed of the killing fist dropped sharply. At this time, Chu Pingsheng pointed his left sword finger at Jue Wushen's chest.

"Do you think I'll be like Wuming?"

With a roar, Jue Wushen stood sideways, unleashed his killing fist with all his strength, and activated his immortal golden body.

The next time he took a breath, a scene that frightened him greatly appeared.

Chu Pingsheng's left hand sword finger shot out a green and red sword energy that spiraled forward, and it actually pierced into his armpit from under the sealed right hand killing fist, which was also the weak spot of the Immortal Golden Body.

How did he know?
How did he know? !

"what……"

Jue Wushen let out a painful roar, his true energy was exhausted, and his immortal golden body was broken.

Chu Pingsheng removed the Tianyi Dao Fa, changed his palm into a claw, grabbed downwards, pressed on Jue Wushen's head, twisted his five fingers together again, and it burst like a watermelon.

"father!"

At this moment, a cry of surprise came from the audience, and a young man in a gray cloak rushed into the battlefield, while the one next to him chose to retreat quickly.

"You've come, just stay."

Chu Pingsheng's figure suddenly disappeared.

Seeing Jue Wushen die in the battle, Juexin, who was preparing to escape, suddenly felt a flash before his eyes, and a cold palm shadow came towards his face. He dared not take it, and quickly dodged. Unexpectedly, the palm force actually turned half a circle and hit his back. He immediately fell to the street with blood spurting from his mouth, and followed in his father's footsteps.

The spectators around were so scared that they stepped back one after another. The expressions of the older ones changed drastically when they heard the name "Jue Wushen". They recalled how Wuming became a martial arts legend many years ago, when he single-handedly defeated the Japanese Wushen Juegong outside Shanhaiguan. They didn't expect that this group of people were still so evil and came to wreak havoc on China again.

"No, you said you wouldn't kill my master."

A hysterical shout woke up the martial artist who was looking at the bodies of Jue Wushen and Juexin. When he turned around, he saw Wuming's broken arm spinning on the ground.

On the opposite side, Pojun, who was wearing brown leather armor and a sword belt, looked at Wuming, who was kneeling on one knee with his hand covering the wound on his right shoulder, and laughed loudly.

"Although this may be a bit unfair, Wuming, our feud has dragged on for many years, and it's time to put an end to it."

"No...why are you doing this?" Jian Chen, who had just been beaten by him, was howling in the back.

Po Jun was annoyed when he heard this, and his eyes were cold: "Jue Wushen promised you to let Wuming go, but I didn't agree."

Wuming was seriously injured in the battle against Chu Pingsheng, so he was naturally no match for Pojun. He didn't even make a sound after having his arm broken, but just looked at his apprentice with frowns.

"This is how the same thing?"

"Let me tell you."

Chu Pingsheng jumped lightly and returned to the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)