Nine Star Hegemony Technique

Chapter 2152 The True Way of the Sword

I don't know when, the sky is full of Jian Wuchen's figure, every time he sends out an attack, a figure will be left in the void.

Those figures seemed to be phantoms, but now all of these phantoms moved, and they unexpectedly drew swords at the same time, bursting out with endless killing intent, and the sword light trembled, dividing the world into pieces one after another.

"Die, this is my self-created technique of hundreds of turns and thousands of kills. Every figure retains the power of my blow. How can you resist it?" Jian Wuchen's icy voice came.

Everyone was shocked, it's no wonder that Jian Wuchen is called the peerless genius, his talent in the way of swordsmanship is too strong, and the terrifying moves he is using now are all created by him.

You must know that when every practitioner started, he stepped on the footsteps of his predecessors and practiced step by step.

Therefore, the impact is particularly great. Most people are silently practicing the techniques of their predecessors. It's not that they don't want to innovate, but it's too difficult.

As time goes by, there are many peerless geniuses in history, but how many people can create their own powerful skills?
Even if they are created, how many of them will be recognized by the world and finally handed down?
On the one hand, it is because it is too difficult to create techniques. Many people talk about creation, but they also borrow too much from others. Most of them are painted tigers that are not anti-dogs. They cannot stand the baptism of time and disappear into the long river of history. .

But the moves that Jian Wuchen showed were all terrifying ultimate moves, and any one move was enough to be recorded in the annals of history.

Especially this tactic he created by himself now, every time he strikes, it will leave a mark of his real body on the void, not only attacking the enemy, but also retaining [-]% of the original combat power.

Now that these hundreds of phantoms are attacking at the same time, the power has exceeded his own combat power by many times. This kind of technique is no longer an ordinary technique, it can be called a treasure technique, and even among treasure techniques, it is quite powerful exists.

Seeing the sword light blazing, the void shattering, and ruthlessly slashing at Yue Zifeng, Mo Nian's expression changed slightly: "Zifeng is dangerous, do you want to make a move?"

"No need."

Long Chen only answered one sentence, and suddenly above the void, a circle of light appeared, just as the circle of light appeared, it zoomed in rapidly like a rotating saw blade.

"Boom boom boom..."

Those sword lights and phantoms exploded one after another, and in the void, only Yue Zifeng with a calm face and Jian Wuchen with a shocked face remained.

"What just happened?"

"It's so fast, I can't see clearly."

The people watching the battle looked dull for a while, before they could see clearly what was going on, Yue Zifeng broke Jian Wuchen's terrifying big move.

"I said before that your tricks are flashy and unrealistic. You have a shape but no spirit, and you pay attention to your tricks but no soul.

A move without a soul is as stiff as a puppet, full of flaws.

It has to be said that this is a very clever technique to imprint the will to attack in the domain with the soul.

It's a pity that you are too self-centered after all, what you imprint are your own soul, not the soul of swordsmanship.

Even with the blessing of the vision, your spatial imprint is still in vain. No matter how powerful your attack is, it is still useless if you cannot hit anyone.

In the real way of swordsmanship, you have only scratched the surface, and you want to create your own treasures, you——too naive. "Yue Zifeng looked at Jian Wuchen calmly, put the long sword back into the scabbard slowly, and said calmly.

Seeing Yue Zifeng's eloquent appearance, Long Chen couldn't help laughing. He finally understood why Yue Zifeng, who never liked to talk, would make such a long speech today.

He wanted to completely shatter Jian Wuchen's confidence, to defeat him from body to soul.

In the Dragon Blood Legion, everyone has a characteristic, that is, they hate betrayal extremely, this is an behavior they will never accept.

"If that's all you have, I advise you to kill yourself. You don't even have the right to let me kill you." Yue Zifeng said flatly.

Yue Zifeng's words moved all the strong people present. Is this Yue Zifeng really so strong?Dare to say such big words.

"Ignorant idiot, you are too insane, let you pay for your arrogance and ignorance today."

Jian Wuchen was furious, and suddenly raised his head to the sky and screamed, his long hair fluttering, and a sharp sword-like pattern appeared in his eyes.

At that moment, his aura changed suddenly, and he was no longer as vast and calm as before. Now his aura is like a tsunami in the sea, rolling up thousands of miles of waves.

A wave of air swept across all directions, Jian Wuchen was really angry, originally he wanted to prove his strength by killing Yue Zifeng with absolute strength like a cat playing with a mouse.

But now he found out that the roles had been reversed, and he was the one being teased instead, especially when he saw Yue Zifeng talking eloquently and pointing out the country, he became even more angry.

"It turns out that Jian Wuchen didn't use his full strength, it's scary."

Looking at Jian Wuchen who had fallen into a frenzy, the people felt awe-inspiring, they still underestimated the horror of the ancient Supreme Sword Cultivator.

"Possessed with a magic sword, cut through the sky, the way of heaven returns, and the way of the sword reigns supreme."

Zhao Wuji's voice became hoarse, word by word, like a bloody oath, his face became ferocious, with a violent breath, like a monster from hell, wanting to slaughter the common people.

"laugh"

Suddenly Zhao Wuji moved, he didn't see the movement clearly, only saw a black sword light falling down.

Yue Zifeng stared at the sword with a solemn expression. When the sword fell, the long sword came out of his back, and a galaxy of light appeared.

"boom"

The two rays of light collided, and Yue Zifeng's sword light was shattered by the blow, and the black sword light fell close to Yue Zifeng's side.

"Rumble..."

The earth exploded, the endless mountains exploded, and the Tianjue Valley was unexpectedly cut into a bottomless ditch with a single sword, with no end in sight.

Around the battlefield, there were countless strong people watching, but the sword came too suddenly. Within that range, more than a dozen Yantian masters had no time to escape, and were killed by a single sword, and all disappeared without even a scream. Even the artifacts on their bodies did not leave a single fragment.

This sword shocked the audience, countless strong men retreated to the distance, Jian Wuchen was furious, under the burst of full force, he lost his life at every turn, it was not worth it.

"In the face of absolute power, any sword intent or sword move is nonsense.

As long as you have absolute power, the sword is just a tool you control. It is really stupid of you Tianjianmen to deliberately myth the sword.

There must be the most powerful sword move in the Sword God Dao Code, but they are unwilling to show it, they are all a group of selfish guys.

Today, I will reveal the true face of the Heavenly Sword Gate, Yue Zifeng, I will send your head back to the Heavenly Sword Gate, and let them know that even if I, Jian Wuchen, do not have the Sword God Dao Code, I can still reach the pinnacle of the Sword Dao. "

Jian Wuchen roared, and the black long sword in his hand slashed down again. It seemed to be a random blow, but it was accompanied by the law of ten thousand ways. dominate.

He didn't explode with all his strength before, and everyone didn't feel anything. Now, the strong people present finally felt the horror of the heavenly soul vision.

"boom"

Yue Zifeng dodged another blow, and the ground was torn apart again. Every blow of Jian Wuchen was like a furious demon slashing, irresistible.

"Aren't you crazy, Yue Zifeng? Why don't you even dare to take an ordinary attack? You know, I just used all the power of the vision, but I didn't explode the ultimate move. Could it be that the people of Tianjianmen , only bragging?" Jian Wuchen slashed furiously continuously, the ground was riddled with holes, Yue Zifeng could only hide but not attack, he couldn't help sarcasm.

Yue Zifeng's eyes were cold, watching the changes behind Jian Wuchen quietly, a sneer gradually appeared on his face.

"The reason why I didn't make a move is to find out where your strength comes from.

Now I understand, your vision is an inheritance vision, inherited from the sword demon Wanguitu 3000 years ago.

Unexpectedly, this person failed to prove the Tao, and his spirit was immortal, and he used his own spirit to condense into a vision of heaven.

That is to say, your current power is all inherited from him, it is not your power at all, you are so arrogant with someone else's power, Jian Wuchen, you really are not a sword cultivator, sword cultivators are not so shameless . " Yue Zifeng sneered.

"Fart, the power I can control is my power."

Jian Wuchen was furious, and slashed at him again.

"Since it is someone else's power, how can you prove the emperor's words? The sword demon and the ghost slaughter have not even been certified by the venerable. You inherit his mantle and want to prove the emperor? It is a big joke.

Now that all the mysteries have been solved, it's time to settle the grievances between us. Don't you always think that you are already at the pinnacle of swordsmanship?Then I will let you see what is the real way of swordsmanship. "

Yue Zifeng dodged Jian Wuchen's blow, and suddenly stopped dodging, holding the long sword in front of his chest, holding the hilt with both hands, and pressed the long sword between his eyebrows, his face was full of solemnity.

Between Yue Zifeng's brows, a little bit of divine radiance appeared and poured into the long sword. The long sword was nourished by the divine radiance, as if alive, exuding its own soul fluctuations, a divine pressure, a little A drop gathers.

"A weapon spirit? No, it's not a weapon spirit." Mo Nian couldn't help exclaiming, the breath of life that bloomed from Yue Zifeng's long sword was not the fluctuation that a weapon spirit should have.

"That should be the legendary sword spirit. The so-called sword spirit is not a kind of soul, but a law that wanders between heaven and earth.

Legend has it that he is related to the blessing of the Sword God, and is the spirit of the way of the sword left behind by the Sword God for his disciples of sword repair.

Only the most pious sword cultivator, who is highly compatible with the long sword in his hand, can call for the blessing of the sword spirit.

Moreover, the blessing of the sword spirit is not permanent, but a one-time one. There is a certain probability of success, but there is also a certain probability of failure, and the summoned sword spirit is definitely not the same sword spirit.

Of course, all of these are just legends, and perhaps only Yue Zifeng knows whether it is true or not. " Nangong Zuiyue looked at Yue Zifeng whose face was full of sacred solemnity, and said.

As the rays of light poured in between Yue Zifeng's brows, the long sword in Yue Zifeng's hand kept trembling, and there was a faint sound of the Great Dao, which made people feel awe.

"Pretending to be a ghost, let me die."

Jian Wuchen roared angrily, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a look of fear, and the black long sword in his hand glowed with boundless sword light, slashing at Yue Zifeng.

Yue Zifeng's eyes, which were originally closed with a solemn expression, suddenly opened, and the long sword in his hand let out a soft cry. At that moment, Yue Zifeng and the long sword in his hand became an inseparable subject.

Facing Jian Wuchen's sword, Yue Zifeng slowly raised the long sword in his hand, and slashed it down:

"Let me show you the real swordsmanship."

(End of this chapter)