The sword of crossing the sky

Chapter 124

The Seven Sorrows Sword Technique has been lost for many years in Jianghu. It is said that it is a peerless sword technique created by Wuwen, a descendant of Baima Temple hundreds of years ago, when the Buddha became a demon because of love and hatred.

The Eight Sufferings of Buddhism evolved into the Seven Sorrows Demon Path, with ruthless moves and a knife that sees life and death.

Zhang Wuya also got this saber technique by chance. Zhang Wuya found that he was very compatible with this saber technique, so he quickly comprehended the first four forms of this saber technique.

At this moment when the saber is swung, the artistic conception is sad and desolate. Many warriors near the ring only feel sadness coming from it, and deeply feel that to live is to suffer.

"Humph! Crooked ways!" Zhao Sheng snorted coldly, forcing to dispel the sorrowful emotions overflowing in his heart, and the force of his palm was urged, and suddenly there was thunder, and there seemed to be lightning flashes in his palm, and he kept jumping.

This palm went forward without any retreat, Zhao Sheng actually planned to test the sharpness of the blade with his physical body, hitting a stone with an egg!

With a crisp crackling sound, Zhang Wuya felt his right hand holding the knife go numb, and the Taotie knife was about to be released from his hand.

Although Zhang Wuya was shocked, the Taotie knife in his hand turned over naturally, the edge was cut flat, wanting to break Zhao Sheng's palm.

Zhao Sheng retracted his palm, turned it into a fist, dodged the blade, and then turned into an afterimage. At this time, there seemed to be a thunderous light in the depths of Zhao Sheng's eyes, and the fist was covered with dancing lightning in an instant. It went straight towards Zhang Wuya's abdomen.

If you really think that Zhengyijiao's Palm Lightning is just palm technique, then you are very wrong.

When the Nine Heavens God's Thunder and Demon Mantra has been practiced to the point where purple light glows in his eyes, his fists, palms, and legs can bear the endless power of thunder and lightning.

This punch not only exceeded Zhang Wuya's expectations, but also opened the eyes of the warriors watching. It turns out that the palm thunder can be sent out with fists. It seems that this Wuya is dangerous.

Zhang Wuya is also ruthless, knowing that it is too late to resist with the knife, if so, he will trade his injury for his life and see who is more ruthless.

With a dark shout, the dark red gorefiend burst out, defending slightly, and then the Taotie knife slashed down with all its strength, and went straight to Zhao Sheng's face.

At the same time, a feeling of misery pervades, it is the second style of the Seven Sorrows Saber Technique, old people are also miserable.

Since ancient times, the beauty has sighed for twilight, and the hero is not allowed to see the white head.

Zhao Sheng yelled secretly, holding back the negative emotions in his heart, and was also fierce and decisive. The five thunders blazed out, and the constantly beating thunder light made a crackling sound. The momentum was astonishing, and the power was equally astonishing. One breath time.

One breath may be short, but it is enough for Zhao Sheng. With the blessing of Wu Lei Wai Gang, the electric light on Zhao Sheng's right fist is more intense and faster.

The moment the Taotie Knife was blocked, it went straight through the Gorefiend's Outer Handle, and punched Zhang Wuya directly in the abdomen.

After receiving a solid punch, Zhang Wuya took several steps back. Blood bleeded from the corner of his mouth, and his whole body was paralyzed and trembling. It was obvious that he had suffered serious injuries.

However, Zhang Wuya's obsession with winning made Zhang Wuya tightly hold the Taotie knife in his hand. This Zhao Sheng is really extraordinary, worthy of being ranked fourth on the list, and his strength is really strong.

"Hahaha, happy, are you tickling me?" Zhang Wuya said with a vicious smile, with bleeding from the corner of his mouth and fierce eyes.

Zhao Sheng snorted coldly, and said with a cold expression: "Since you want to die yourself, you can't blame others."

"Ha, kill!"

Zhang Wuya yelled loudly, stepped out with a single step, the saber moves together, it is the fourth move of the Seven Sorrows Saber Technique, death is also miserable, the illusion is not firm, and will eventually be wiped out.

Taotie Dao was like a fierce tiger out of the gate, rushing towards Zhao Sheng fiercely.

Before the sword arrives, the meaning arrives first, and the sad sword intention stirs up the forced suppressed sad thoughts in Zhao Sheng's heart, making Zhao Sheng only feel that life is also miserable, old age is also miserable, and death is also miserable.

All kinds of sad and miserable thoughts that accompanies this also come one after another, entangled endlessly, as if trapped in the misery of life is boring, it is better to go back.

At the critical moment, a thunderbolt jumped out from the depths of Zhao Sheng's heart, gradually dispelling the chaotic thoughts and endless sorrow.

Zhao Sheng's eyes cleared up, and his mind recovered, but at this moment, a sharp and cold sword light came towards him fiercely.

Zhao Sheng was startled, and he suddenly pulled out the Thunder Tribulation Sword with his right hand. Suddenly, a thunder sounded, and then on the Thunder Tribulation Sword, endless thunder light kept leaping with extraordinary momentum.

"Death!" Zhao Sheng yelled loudly, with purple light constantly overflowing and jumping in his eyes, and the endless thunder light continuously lingering on the Lei Jie sword, pressing down on the Taotie knife with a domineering momentum.

"Wan Lei Pentium!"

Boom, the knife and the sword collided violently, and the entire arena seemed to shake for a while, and then the knife energy and lightning scattered out, cutting dozens of cracks in the arena, blasting out dozens of scorched black marks.

In the end, Zhang Wuya suffered the disadvantage of not being as good as Zhao Sheng, and lost a little. He was hit by Zhao Sheng's sword and retreated a few feet away.

"In the second match of the third round of the knockout round, Zhengyi Sect disciple Zhao Sheng won."

Hearing the referee's announcement, Zhao Sheng put away the Thunder Tribulation Sword and walked off the ring with a cold expression.

Soon Zhang Wuya was also taken off the ring by the elders of the Tianmo Sect. After doing some emergency treatment, he took Zhang Wuya away from Shaoshi Mountain and went to the place where the sect was stationed for treatment.

Zhao Sheng came to the waiting area, saw Su Mu's figure, turned his eyes unhappily, and looked towards the ring.

Su Mu was thoughtful, the power of Zhao Sheng's sword just now was really extraordinary, few people can match it, seeing the big from the small, this Zhao Sheng is really not so easy to deal with.

"The third match of the third knockout round, Xuantianzong Zhang Boduan vs. Hongchen sect Zhu Yan, the match begins."

Soon the referee shouted, and the third match began.

"Is this the Fairy Zhu Yan of the Hongchen Sect? She is truly stunning and has all kinds of postures." The warriors in the audience swallowed their saliva when they saw Zhu Yan's easy steps and swaying onto the ring.

"I don't know, isn't she just a demon girl? A fairy..." A martial artist said with a disdainful glance.

"Oh, before you say this, put away your drool."

"I never thought that there are such flawless beauties in this world. If you can kiss Fangze, you will have no regrets in this life."

"Zhang Shaoxia, you have to be gentle later on, I'm afraid of pain." Zhu Yan smiled softly, with a charming expression and a gentle tone, just like the whispers of lovers.

Such an expression caused many warriors in the audience to howl incessantly, their eyes staring closely at Zhu Yan's every move, every frown and smile, for fear of missing any trace.

"Hmph, demon girl!" Zong Ming in the waiting area uttered the Buddha's name and said with an unhappy expression.

Zong Ming's words directly hit several people with one shot. Ye Junyan, who was not far away, glanced at Zong Ming sideways and said nothing, but her expression was quite unkind.

Ye Suxin also looked at Zongming coldly, her expression remained the same, but her disgust could not be concealed.

"Su Mu, do you think Zhang Boduan can win this game?" Ye Zhiqiu asked Su Mu with interest.

Su Mu looked at the two people standing opposite each other on the stage, thought for a while and said, "It's a bit difficult, after all, heroes are saddened by beauty."

"Hahahaha, Su Mu, you are wrong, you are looking carefully at Zhang Boduan's expression."

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